"What's the situation now?" Professor Philip drove over when the Tyrannosaurus rex jumped off the cliff. He was so anxious that he didn't look at the thermal imaging. He only cared about his two students now.
"Dead." The sniper's first reaction.
"What? My God, all my students died on the battlefield. The targets of the war were all dragons. It was so cruel. I will use my savings to build a school for them, just like Stanford University to commemorate them.
." Professor Philip crossed himself.
"Um...I said the dragon is dead." The sniper waved his hand hurriedly.
"The dragon is dead?" Professor Philip said in shock, "How did it die? So many tanks and artillery are useless... Could it be that the 'Michael Bullets' given to you have taken effect?"
"We blew out its eyeballs."
Professor Philip turned his head, and the boy in black combat uniform grabbed the safety of the sniper rifle and jumped out of the car. The American Barrett company's m82a1m should be called Barrett xm107 to be precise, but the back is the military's
The plan is to name the "King of Snipers" with a caliber of 0.50 and you can feel the danger even with the safety on.
The boy took off his helmet, with blond hair casually. One of the eyeballs was the gun he fired. Compared with other snipers, the weapon was newly developed by the equipment department. At the same time, his position was better. The 'Michael Bullet' hit
They caused damage to the target and boosted morale. However, the target hit at this distance could basically knock out half of the body with one shot, but they did nothing except eyeballs, not even knocking back a large dose of bullets.<
/p>
As expected of a dragon.
Even after going through the killing process, it is still hard to believe what I was told by the experiment on the first day of school.
"Cyril Campbell? Didn't you take leave to go to Italy for vacation?" Professor Philip was in disbelief.
"I suddenly want to spend Christmas at the college. My parents went to Japan for their honeymoon anyway. It doesn't matter where they are." Cyril shrugged. Even if the vehicle was fixed, the huge recoil was still painful.
"Japan? Instead of eating snails, they eat sashimi?" Professor Philip asked.
"To be honest, I also want to eat sashimi. I will buy tuna in advance on Christmas Eve." Cyril touched his sexy beard and nodded slightly, "By the way, professor, when did you get such a dragon?
Come back? Still alive."
"I hope you're not joking." Another boy came over with a gun.
Professor Philip looked at the two of them in surprise, as if he saw God standing in front of him, "Silford de? Tsk, according to Chinese speaking, the two presidents of the three presidents of the college, what kind of wind blew you two today?"
I heard that a dandy driving a Koenigsegg and a Bugatti should now be drinking champagne and embracing beautiful women on a private yacht worth hundreds of millions?"
"Who gets on the yacht in the winter?" Cyril said.
"You're right." Silver nodded, "And the word 'dandy' you used, professor, doesn't sound very good. My Chinese course is only for B credits."
"Okay! What do you mean? Customers are God, and students are also God." Professor Philip frowned, "Two presidents, who can explain what happened? How did the dragon die?"
The two looked at each other, and Silver gave the right to speak to Cyril, who was better at Chinese. "Silford and I blew out two of the dragon's eyeballs. At that time, I really felt like I was death! But the eyeballs
It just makes it lose its eyesight, and its mobility is not affected at all."
"Your enlightened species science is all A. Professor Jiang Di also clearly mentioned during the lecture that dragon species do not rely solely on vision, hearing is all it has."
"So we use the kinetic energy of the
One, "The valley is illuminated by the flames of the dragon species, and the field of view is particularly clear. Unfortunately, problems with the trees and terrain affect the sniper effect, so thermal imaging, infrared equipment and a bunch of other things are always turned on, but I don't know why.
, the equipment was interfered with, the sniper scope was contaminated, it was like human intervention, and the result became what it is now."
Cyril pointed with his finger at the heat-sensing device beside him, which clearly showed that there was still huge heat underneath, and in the heat, it looked like a fish fillet cut by a master with superb knife skills, which was slowly cooling down and losing heat. p>
"Knife?" Professor Philip appreciated it for a moment.
"It feels like the laser sword in "Star Wars"... I can't imagine any knife that can cut through a six-meter-long man with one blow." Silver held a cigarette in his mouth and stretched out his hand to wave in a funny way.
action.
"Team Three reports, Team Three reports." A voice came from the microphone.
In excitement and sadness, Professor Philip frowned and bent the headset next to his ear, "Please speak."
"We found Hart Hauswithi on a tree on the cliff. He... was still saying hello to us, and seemed to be fine."
"Very good, very good. I'll give you some extra food when I go back tonight...wait, where is Li Ze?"
"The captain found it before, we don't know where it is."
"Down below, there are two people next to the body." Cyril rubbed his fingers and pointed at the machine.
Professor Philip zoomed out the thermal imaging, and sure enough, there were shadows of two people, and the heat was sufficient. They were still alive... It was really amazing.
"Team 3, rescue Hart and call it a day. The mission is completed perfectly." Professor Philip danced happily. When he saw the two boys walking casually towards the college, he asked in disbelief: "Why don't you go down with me?
?"
"What are you going to do? I'm not responsible for the aftermath. I want to go back and sleep comfortably. Professor, I have a flight at two in the morning." Cyril said.
"I won't go either. I brought back a ten-year-old oak barrel of red wine from a French wine cellar. I want to go back and be the first to taste it," Silver said.
"Is there red wine?"
"Ten years ago, my father took my mother to South Africa for the winter. I didn't want to go so I came back."
"I want to drink too."
"I'll invite you to the Christmas dance first."
"Okay, I don't like you anyway."
"I don't like you either."
The two of them talked slowly and happily, looking completely unlike people who had just returned from the battlefield.
Professor Philip pinched his throat and showed off his singing voice, "I forgot to mention that the president's wife that you are thinking about is also down there."
As soon as I finished speaking, I saw two figures jumping down towards the valley as if they were bungee jumping.
No one will deny that they are handsome guys, European and American handsome men are more than enough, even if they are young and old. The hair color of one blonde and one gray is really the dazzling scenery of the college. Indeed, you can catch a lot of similar guys, but only him
The two of them can suppress such identities. If you take them to an art exhibition hall, many sketch students will invite them to be models. After the painting is completed, part of it will often be wet, because the girls who draw can't hold their own.
Heartbeat.
But these two rich kids are only interested in one person at the moment.
