In the darkness, Plit kept his eyes on the sniper scope, and the large area in front could not escape his keen sight. He has always been an excellent sniper and hunter, able to maintain absolute accuracy at all times.
The patience to wait for the prey to show any traces is the same as the current situation.
But this time the prey seems to be unusual. It is a beast that can jump up suddenly and bite out his own throat if he is not careful. Plit loaded the modified sniper rifle in his hand very early, with a steel trigger.
He is also always in a state of half-pressure. As long as something that his brain considers dangerous appears in his sight, he can shoot a sniper rifle that can tear anything apart without going through the white matter processing of his brain.
Bullets.
In the cavity of this mine tunnel, Plit has never encountered such a situation, or in other words, since he became a sniper stationed here, he has never encountered anything that can make him so serious, and
An opponent who can put tremendous pressure on him invisibly. The muscles of his whole body stretch out very early, which allows him to maintain a posture for a long time without feeling tired. His body has not moved at all for several hours.
Yes, the shift of sight is only achieved by simply rotating the eyeballs in the eye sockets.
He doesn't know if his position has been exposed, just like he hasn't found any traces of the hidden enemy yet. All the enemy's information is a mystery. Even if there is an enemy here, he relies on his own
Judging by intuition.
But he believed in his intuition. Just like now, his intuition told him that the enemy might be lurking very close to him. For dozens of days, he squatted alone in the lonely darkness, observing repeatedly every day.
The intertwining of light and darkness in front of him was boring, but it did give him a strong training invisibly. The speed of his mental and sensory growth in the loneliness surprised himself.
And now this huge sensory network is covering the entire area around him tightly, and there are no blind spots around him. In the sniper scope, fiery red eyes light up for the first time, and they belong to him.
The cross pupils. Plit's intuition and danger perception forced him to face the seemingly peaceful scenery in front of him.
Cassia rested under the gentle rock for more than ten minutes before starting to move again. He opened his cross pupils, but he was still desperately suppressing his body movements. He was not a very strong person yet.
At a good time, the sniper's perception network is all-round, and the slightest movement can make him discover his existence.
At this time, he put his ears against the rock wall in front of him, and was highly concentrated. He gradually stopped thinking about anything in his mind, and only focused on his hearing. He was going to read the book lying on the rock.
The sniper's heartbeat rate and breathing rate.
This is a long process, and it is indeed extremely troublesome and difficult to keep a single clear mind. But what Cassia and Pritt do not lack most is time. They both have the ability to wait.
The ultra-long stamina of prey shows flaws.
Time began to flow past in the silent world between the two people.
Cassia kept his ears leaning against the rock wall, and the sounds that came into his ears were filtered out one by one in his mind. When other noises gradually disappeared one by one, only two rhythms and patterns were left.
Exactly the same sound. One of them is heartbeat, and the other is breathing. They are almost integrated into one.
"Very good, the first step is completed." Cassia's thoughts changed at this time, and then his own breathing and heartbeat also changed little by little towards the regular rhythm of the sniper's heartbeat and breathing.<
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He carefully controlled the speed of his transformation, and he no longer had any sense of time. He didn't know how long it took, maybe a few hours, or maybe just a few minutes, but the rhythm of his heartbeat and breathing finally...
Completely synchronized with the sniper. At this moment, Cassia's existence also disappeared from the sensory network wandering around his body.
At the same moment, Plit, who was lying firmly on the rock platform, was observing the surrounding environment more and more carefully. It was definitely sudden and without any warning, and it kept reminding him that the enemy had sneaked around him.
, the vague feeling of the enemy had disappeared without a trace at this time.
At this time, a layer of fine cold sweat broke out on his body, and his soft clothes were wet in a few seconds. But he still maintained absolute calm in his heart, which was his last line of defense. Here
If it is also breached, the price will be his own life.
This is definitely not a signal that the enemy has disappeared or evacuated, but that the enemy's hiding degree has exceeded the sense of danger that can only be caused by the intuition he has always relied on to survive. The enemy is very powerful, and like himself, he is a character with enough patience. p>
The surrounding sensory network has been deepened by him again. Even the slightest movement of air can be captured by his keen sense of touch. He is now like a spider lying in the center of the spider web, and can clearly distinguish the spider.
Is the swaying of the net caused by wind and rain, or is it the death struggle of the real prey after being caught?
The enemy is waiting for an opportunity, and so is he. The two identities are both prey and hunter.
Cassia has climbed up the gentle rock slope step by step. His movements are very gentle, and the touch on his skin allows him to clearly know the current flow speed and direction of the wind, which allows him to move in the process of action.
Control your body with precision, allowing all your movements to be hidden in the natural breeze.
Some of his actions can only deceive the other party's perception if they are hidden within the limits allowed by the natural environment.
But he was in trouble at this moment. Ahead was the darkness where the sniper was hiding, but the perception network there seemed to be visible to the naked eye. It seemed impossible to get close to him silently. And
There is still a protruding rock between the two that needs to be climbed. No matter what method you use to get over, you must contact the perceptual network without any flaws.
Are we going to shoot here? Cassia estimated the short distance between the two. With the speed of drawing his gun and the accuracy and power of the revolver, even if there was a thick rock between the two, he would still have a lot of power.
There is a high probability of killing the opponent. But if they do this, the burst of blue and silver bullets is enough to alert all the snipers and other ambushing teams in the area. And this is contrary to their purpose.
The task is to detect all useful information, not to expose the fact that you have lurked in. And this will also expose yourself to danger.
Cassia wants to wait a little longer. If there is no chance to cut in, then the terrain detection can only go here.
At the same moment, Plit was still lying there. He maintained this posture for a long time. If there was any movement, he could quickly get up and evacuate the squatting point after firing a shot, and then go to the next sniper location to observe the situation again.
. But the current situation is that there is no movement in his eyes, and the enemy seems to have really left here. He knows that this is a psychological illusion. The real enemy is the same type of person as him, and they are both extremely patient.
Qiang is an excellent hunter who waits for his prey to reveal its flaws and then delivers a fatal blow. The hidden enemy will never let him down. He is very excited because he has never encountered such an opponent.
Time passed quietly again. Where neither of them paid attention, there was a pure black shadow. A huge mouse was attracted by some smell. It crawled slowly on the ground, its fat body letting it crawl.
The speed is a bit slow. It stops from time to time, raises its head and smells in the air, and determines step by step whether it is heading in the right direction.
In the past few days, corpses have become the best food in its mouth. Today, it had already eaten and drank enough, but the faint familiar smell in the air attracted it to go home again. There is no food that mice will eat.
Too much, just like no businessman would dislike the amount of money he has. It followed the smell, and its two round eyes seemed darker than the darkness around it.
After a few steps, it came to the source of the smell. It twitched its nose a few more times, and after confirming that it was the familiar smell of the corpse, it showed its sharp teeth without hesitation and started to eat.
The old line could not withstand the sharp teeth of the rat. With a faint sound, in less than a second, the line smeared with Cassia's blood was bitten off by the rat.
Then at the same moment, in Plit's eyes, a few gas lamps that had been steadily emitting dim light suddenly flickered and then went out suddenly. He immediately held his breath and stared at the almost fan-shaped area in front of him.
There was already something going on inside. And after a second, the subtle voice finally reached his ears.
Without the slightest hesitation, just relying on the instinctive reaction of the body, the position of the gun muzzle was reversed, and the half-pressed trigger was completely crushed. Centered on the sniper rifle in Plit's hand, a wave of excitement arose around his body.
There were waves in the air and a faint dust rising in the darkness. It was the explosive impact caused by the propelling gunpowder in the bullet casing.
A specially processed bullet made a subtle gunshot sound, passed through the air with almost undetectable light, and accurately hit the mouse in the darkness that was still eating the wires.
But the bullet not only hit the mouse, but also Plitt's own heart.
"I lost." He opened his mouth to say this, but there was no strength in his throat. When the bullet came out of the chamber, the feeling of his finger pressing the trigger was converted into an electrical signal and transmitted to his brain.
When he was white, he knew that he had lost in this game between hunter and prey.
"If that mouse was something the enemy calculated, then I won't lose unjustly." He finally thought this way, and the tactical knife inserted into his chest twisted again, completely smashing his heart into pieces.
Fragments. At this moment, Plit had already stood up and was about to turn around and evacuate the sniper site. Only then did his body completely lose the last trace of life force and collapsed in Cassia's arms.