Without even hearing any sound, the inspiration warning suddenly flashed. Wang Jin rushed forward and fell from the mirror ghost to the ground.
The next moment, something flew past Wang Jin's scalp, bringing with it a scorching wave of air.
"Sniper."
Zhao Guangming frowned.
With the silencer and long-distance sniping, Wang and Jin didn't even know where the attack came from.
"Damn it, no one cares about this?"
This is still in the urban area, so why don't we just put up a big gun on the roof?
Wang Jin snapped his fingers, and the mirror ghost turned into a black shield and blocked the two of them.
To be honest, this is of little use.
The power of the sniper rifle is enough to penetrate the mirror ghost's body and send Wang Jin or Zhao Guangming away.
It's different from what's shown on TV. The large-caliber bullets of sniper rifles are surprisingly powerful.
If it hits the torso, a big hole will be blown out on the other side of the muzzle due to the cavity effect, and the person will probably be dead.
If you hit a limb, you won't die immediately, but it will break wherever you hit it.
In short, this thing is not like a fire stick like in anti-Japanese dramas, but a veritable killer weapon.
"I am a wage earner, and I never thought that I would be targeted by a sniper."
Sighing, Wang Jin gently called out Wangcai.
The function of the mirror ghost is not to block damage, but to block vision.
Although snipers most likely have night vision devices or thermal sensors, Mirror Ghost can use mirror reflection to interfere with them all.
A prosperous man couldn't turn into two people, so Wang Jin turned a one-star mirror ghost into Zhao Guangming.
Even the body temperature is perfectly simulated.
"Quickly, run!"
Letting Jinggui and Wangcai continue to run forward, Wang Jin took the remaining men and changed directions.
"Okay, you kid, you still have real skills."
Looking at Wang Jin's smooth operation, Zhao Guangming nodded.
"ha."
Wang Jin laughed softly, but his speed did not slow down.
"Can you guess who it is?"
Guitan probably didn't know how to use a sniper rifle, so Wang Jin felt that the person who attacked him was probably a human.
"Unclean ones, just a bunch of hybrid mercenaries."
Zhao Guangming waved his hand disdainfully and continued running.
"Hybrid? Human and monster?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.
"What's wrong? Are you surprised?"
Zhao Guangming seemed not to have expected Wang Jinhui's reaction.
"Ah haha, it's okay, it's okay."
Wang Jin shook his head, getting rid of those easily shot thoughts in his mind, and then spoke.
"The emergence of mercenary forces means that the mastermind behind the scenes is a human being, and it does not directly endanger their strength. Don't worry too much."
"What do you mean? Wait...you mean?"
Zhao Guangming seemed to have figured something out, and his eyes suddenly widened.
"That's right, that's my sister Wang Jin."
The young man smiled, his expression was very proud.
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Dajiang City Hospital, Special Care Ward.
"Xiao Lin! It's almost done. If you keep beating him, he will really die."
"It's okay, this is a hospital, he can't die."
The pale girl struggled to lift the somewhat deformed fire extinguisher and hit the figure lying on the ground hard.
"Idiot brother, why haven't you come yet?"
Seeing the figure losing consciousness, Wang Lin took a breath and sat down on the ground.
"Does it hurt again?"
The woman gently wiped the sweat from the girl's forehead and asked with a distressed look on her face.
"It's okay, I'm used to it."
Wang Lin waved her hand and smiled slightly.
"Well..."
Nosebleeds flowed down without warning, staining her hospital gown red.
"It doesn't matter."
The woman took out the handkerchief she carried with her and wiped her gently.
Wang Lin's illness is very strange. Since she was ten years old, her strength has doubled, but her health has become worse and worse.
Now, from time to time, large bruises appear on my body, pain all over my body when I move violently, and bleeding from my mouth and nose.
Doctors don’t know the reason, but theoretically this disease can be named after Wang Lin.
No cure could be found, so her pain could only be temporarily delayed by injecting muscle relaxants.
Great strength, fragile body.
If this rate continues, Wang Lin will die before the age of twenty due to ridiculous reasons such as piercing herself from scratching while sleeping.
Wang Jin's mother could only send her to the hospital and stay with her at night.
Because of this, Wang Jin's mother became more and more haggard, and the family's savings gradually bottomed out.
Therefore, Wang Jincai wanted to find Wang Jue and see what solutions he had.
If that doesn't work, you can just beat him to vent your anger.
"Ahem."
Wang Lin suddenly covered her mouth with a handkerchief and coughed up blood.
The force she exerted just now must have injured her internal organs, and now her stomach was twitching and hurting.
"Mom, let me take a nap first."
Wang Lin lay in the woman's arms and slowly closed her eyes.
"Xiaolin! Xiaolin! I can't sleep!"
The woman shook Wang Lin vigorously, and her eyes instantly turned red.
"Mom, I'm really sleepy. Stop making trouble."
"oh."
Wang Lin waved her hands and showed a shallow smile.
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"I'm really impressed by these two idiots!"
On the high-rise building, the sniper suddenly tapped his thigh.
When Liu Mazi was a mercenary, he harvested hundreds of lives. With the supernatural vision brought to him by the ghost story part, a sniper rifle and a white robe, he was known as the white ghost on the battlefield.
Later, he retired and lived in seclusion in the city, and he became prosperous.
Anyone who sees him must not call him the King of Soldiers of Dajiang City.
Even if he later joined the Unclean Ones, no one would dare to cause trouble for him, and his marksmanship was still among the best.
Even the appearance fee is as high as seven figures, and all he has to do is pull the trigger and take away other people's lives.
Silent and eerie.
When had he ever suffered this injustice?
The intelligence said that these two people will go to the hospital in the next few days, and this is the only way to go.
Logically speaking, the two of them should run to the hospital.
But the two figures on the other end of the scope were running eastward and westward happily in various bunkers, and even jumped when they were happy.
His white ghost, Liu Mazi, never killed more than three people.
But now he saw that more than twenty shots had been fired, and he didn't even scratch an edge.
There is no way to predict the next move of the two of them. They seem to be careless.
"Damn, it's the last shot."
Gently pushing in the last bullet, Liu Mazi held his breath and concentrated.
At this moment, the frightening white ghost came back again.
Wind speed, humidity, all else aside.
Scope? The White Ghost doesn’t need this.
With a strange light shining in his eyes, Liu Mazi caught the moment when the two of them overlapped and pulled the trigger.
The bullets whizzed past and shot two people through each other.
"Huh, I, the white ghost...huh?"
Liu Mazi looked at the two men who were slowly recovering and suddenly dropped his sniper rifle.