Nakamura Shunaka was shocked, roared angrily, rolled on the spot, rolled behind the support pillar next to him, and hid.
"Bang!"
A dull sound sounded, and another person fell to the ground, with a big hole blown out of his head and red and white things flying.
"%￥#..."
The others immediately screamed in panic, to the effect of telling snipers to quickly find a place to hide. By the time Nakamura Shuzhong and others were all hiding, another body was left on the ground.
Nakamura Hideuchi hid behind the support column, with cold sweat on his head. He glanced at the corpses on the ground, his face was gloomy, and he roared: "Baga!"
His men shuddered when they saw those corpses. In the past, when they were the only ones sniping at others, no one had ever received such a heavy blow.
"Baga! Who is it?"
Nakamura Shuzhong's face was gloomy. He had always looked down on the Chinese people and thought that the Chinese police were useless, so he came to China boldly to do drug business.
But in the current situation, most of them were dead.
Nakamura Shuzhong counted his men, and there were only 5 of them left. There was a ball of anger burning in his heart: "That bastard, I must kill you!"
He just finished saying this.
One person had the courage to raise his head slightly to take a look at the situation outside. Suddenly, his eyebrows became hot, and then he saw a stream of hot blood splashing in his eyes, and then he lost consciousness.
"Bang!"
The dull sound of the corpse falling to the ground struck hard on the hearts of several people in Shu Nakamura.
"Damn guy!" Nakamura Shunaka cursed fiercely, with a distorted look on his face. He didn't know whether he was scolding his own men or the bastard who fired the gun.
On the battlefield, snipers are the most terrifying existence. They are invisible and always like to kill in the shadows with one strike. You never know when the bullet of death will find your head, and then explode with a bang.
So messy.
None of Nakamura Shuzhong and his subordinates dared to take the lead.
Among them were two snipers.
Neo has been killed, and there is another sniper who is not here, but hiding in the corner of the steel plant, quietly waiting for the moment of one-shot kill.
Now they can only hope that another sniper can take out the bastard.
Nakamura Shuzhong said gloomily into the radio: "Lopez, kill that damn bastard!"
"Instructor, leave it to me." The other party said in a deep voice.
…
Lopez is now hiding on the eighth floor of a residential apartment. This apartment is where steel plant workers live. The layout is very small, with only enough room for a bed, a sofa and a TV cabinet.
There is a small window on the south wall.
This building has been abandoned for a long time, as can be seen from the withered vines covering the small window. Of course, those vines now serve as good cover.
"Let me see you, you fucking bastard." Lopez lay on a table behind the window sill, put his head close to the sight, and began to look for the target.
Directly in front of him was the workshop where Shuzhong Nakamura and several people were staying. He swept past it and looked at the factories and buildings opposite, looking for a vantage point suitable for sniping.
He is very patient and his eyes are very sharp, like those of an eagle. He is a sniper material.
"Found it."
Through the sight, Lopez saw a slightly protruding head moving slowly on a building a few hundred meters away, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.
"This sniper's marksmanship seems to be quite accurate, but he is still a novice in action." Lopez shook his head, "The Chinese people have been at peace for too long, and they don't know how to fight anymore, unlike us who have been honed in the flames of war.
People are always ready for war."
What he said is indeed correct. In a country that is always in chaos, its citizens are always ready to go to the battlefield.
But there is one thing that he definitely cannot understand, and that is the Chinese people's love for the motherland. Once the motherland encounters a crisis, countless passionate people will emerge, even if they throw their lives and blood, they will not hesitate.
"Go to God."
Lopez concentrated, took aim at the target, and then pressed the trigger hard. With a bang, the head on the opposite side of the sight was blown open and flew into the sky.
"wrong!"
Lopez's face changed drastically when he saw this situation. He had no feeling of hitting the target at all, and how could that head fly?
"No! I was discovered!"
Lopez only had time to roar angrily before a bloody hole exploded in his head, and then he fell down with a look of reluctance on his face.
When he died, he was regretting that he had invited enemies too much. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.
"Lopez is dead."
Nakamura Shuzhong heard Lopez's last roar and couldn't help but reach out and hit the ground hard, his face was distorted.
No one else dared to speak. Lopez was dead. Now they were basically trapped here. The other party was too powerful.
"Instructor, do you want to ask for help?" one of his subordinates said.
"Baga! My spider needs someone to rescue me?" Nakamura Shuzhong's face was twisted, as if he had been greatly insulted.
The man immediately shut his mouth and said nothing.
After more than ten minutes, the environment became eerily quiet. The only sound was the breathing of Shunaka Nakamura and a few of his men. There was not even a sound of insects or birds around.
These natural creatures are very sensitive to danger. Now they feel that this place is extremely dangerous, and they subconsciously leave the area.
Cold sweat flowed from Nakamura Shunaka's head.
He couldn't stand such a quiet environment. He didn't know when the other party would attack, so he needed to maintain a high degree of vigilance at all times.
But he is not afraid. He is very confident in his own skills. As long as the opponent dares to attack this place, he will definitely make it impossible for him to come back.
Another ten minutes passed.
Nakamura Shunaka’s subordinates couldn’t stand it anymore.
In such a tense environment, paying full attention and being highly concentrated is a very physically demanding process. In addition, they had spent a lot of time fighting the special police before, and now they felt their mouths were dry.
"No, I want to drink water."
Someone said something, lay down on the ground, and slowly crawled forward along the wall. There was a hole in the corner of the wall in front, and there was a pit underneath. It had rained heavily a few days ago, and there was water in it.
Nakamura Shuzhong did not stop him. He now felt thirsty and wished he could go to the bank of the Yangtze River for a drink.