In the rain curtain, Cassia hunched over and quietly walked towards the sniper who was still exploring the surrounding situation. She was prepared and chose to wear soft leather shoes. The soles were not as hard as patent leather shoes. The sound of walking on the slate concrete was not
It is particularly obvious. As long as you pay attention, you can perfectly cover the sound of your feet with the surrounding background sound.
He was about to approach the sniper, but Cassia did not notice the perception of the person in front of him radiating around him. As the most deadly back, the sniper chose to hand them all over to the people arranged at the stairway.
The buzzer was on. But those devices did not play a role in protecting and warning him. On the contrary, because he completely handed over his back to these arrangements, the sniper had no intention of setting up a defense on his back. He put all his energy into it.
The observation inside the scope is good.
Until his neck was crushed by a hand, he didn't realize that at some point, a figure had squatted next to him.
It seems that not all of them are surgeons, but ordinary well-trained personnel still account for the majority. Cassia moved the sniper's body a little, carefully lay on his side, and looked around through the sniper scope
situation.
Kara's room full of bullet holes could not escape his eyes. As expected, something had happened. But through the bullet holes and the blood stains on the side of the broken metal door, it could be seen that what happened had not happened.
Not in the recent past.
"Although there is no Kara here, the current situation cannot tell that Kara is safe and sound." Cassia rearranged the dead sniper's body into an observing posture, and then crawled back to the stairs.
At the mouth, he quickly ran towards the position where another sniper was. "Maybe the person they are waiting for here is him, but I don't know for sure." Such an idea came to Cassia's head, and the speed of his feet increased a little.
, like a black cat frightened by thunder on a rainy night, darting nimbly through the building shrouded in the night.
If you want to know the specific situation, asking it from the enemy's mouth seems to be the best way. The courses in the military school are very comprehensive, even if many fields are not covered in depth, they only explain the basic principles and methods.
I took him there. But this does not prevent Cassia from knowing some useful methods to make the enemy tell the truth.
The first step now is to reduce the number of enemies. Even if ordinary personnel account for the majority, when they form a completely covered fire network, the body and ability of the surgeons cannot allow them to save a life from the bullets.
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Repeating what happened just now, Cassia eliminated the sniper in front of him and then moved to the location of the next sniper at a faster speed. Each sniper position was separately separated and equipped with a communication network with radio devices.
As long as there is a periodic location and survival report, Cassia's action plan will be completely exposed.
All he can do now is to increase his speed and efficiency as much as possible, and deal with these snipers who are hiding behind him in the shortest possible time. And he prays in his heart that their periodic reporting time will not be too short.
There was a dim light in the corridor, barely illuminating the dilapidated steps. There was no one there, only the cold air blowing in from the rain curtain. In the darkness where the light could not reach, there was a subtle rubbing sound, as if someone was there.
Because I was so cold, I rubbed my wet and cold palms. Being frozen in the middle of summer is really a hell of a weather. At least this is what people who are on full alert in the dark are thinking at the moment.
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This is a team of about a dozen who have cooperated with each other and found cover to guard the stairs on the fifth floor. They have been waiting here for a while, and now that the target has arrived, they are somewhat excited and nervous. The same thing happened two days ago.
One night, they were doing the same thing, but in the end, more than ten people died for various reasons, which made them feel a little shadowy. The cold sweat on their palms made the already moist palms even more sticky.
It's very uncomfortable. The decoration in the corridor in front of me has been done a day ago. It is not a buzzer with a thin wire, but a piece of finely ground glass powder evenly sprinkled on the steps. Unless there is a piece of glass tied to the sole of the shoe.
There is a thick layer of cotton, otherwise the soles of any shoes will make a sound when they step on it. The nearly closed corridor can act as a loudspeaker at this time, telling them that the enemy is coming.
This is just a small team. There are several other small teams cooperating and hiding around each other, guarding different floors. Until the target they are waiting for arrives, they can cooperate with each other to contain the enemy.
And in the order issued this time, the target does not matter whether it is life or death. Although it is of course best if it can be captured alive, making things simple and easy to understand is what everyone likes to see. The enemy lives a little longer.
seconds, which means that the danger will be with you for one more second.
At this moment, a tiny green dot suddenly appeared in the darkness, flashing three times regularly before disappearing. This was a timer for periodic reporting, reminding the captain of each team to report the situation in front of him on time. Turning on the radio device, the leader of the team at the stairway on the fifth floor deliberately turned down the volume to prevent electronic noise from spreading too far. The situation around him was reported one by one in the order agreed upon in advance. Soon it was his turn
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Pressing the button of the microphone, the standard and clear imperial language voice was clearly transmitted through the radio signal: "There is no problem at the stairway on the fifth floor." Then he pressed the button again and waited for the next person to report.
But when his voice fell completely, the only thing coming out of the radio was the buzzing electronic noise, and there was no other movement. Everyone was silent at this time, quietly waiting for other voices to come through under the noise.
Come out. According to the order, it should be the turn of the individual snipers to report the situation. Three minutes ago, they reported that the target disappeared into the underground waterway.
After ten seconds of silence, an unbearable voice finally came from the radio, which was urging.
"Sniper position No. 1, please report the situation! Position No. 1, report the situation!" The words with saliva seemed to be sprayed into people's faces through the radio device, but his voice seemed to be completely immersed in the dry well and did not get any
One person's response was that even the simplest sound of rain could not be heard. The interference from the rain was too strong, or the snipers did not notice the length of time, so they did not turn on the radio device. They were still guessing,
But when none of the snipers responded, they finally realized something was wrong.
"All teams are on urgent alert. Do not expose your body to possible sniper positions." A warning came immediately over the radio, as well as the next order. Several teams were hiding silently in the darkness, and some might be sniped.
The members also quietly adjusted their positions. Looking at the dark rain curtain outside, the haze in their hearts became heavier. In less than three minutes, the sniper team should have been completely wiped out. It was so quiet that no one knew. If
If it weren't for periodic routine reports, they wouldn't even know that this happened. The people who were blindfolded were always them, and the people standing in the bright place were always them.
At this moment, cold air suddenly seeped out of the excited body, and those in the darkness trembled. They felt invisible fear, like the darkness around them, slowly enveloping them. When their fingers were half-pressing the trigger,
, they began to adjust their moods individually. Someone secretly looked at the sniper's position with a tactical telescope, and they were indeed turned into corpses under the lightning, which made their hearts even more clogged. At night under the rain curtain, they could only hold on tightly in their hands.
The cold firearms can give them a sense of security.