"Huh..." On the other side, Chen Xiaolong, who had shot the fatal blow, let out a heavy breath. His whole body softened and he slid down the balcony. There was cold sweat on his forehead. He finally understood.
The reason why many people have played sniper rifles for a lifetime, but can only be considered a master rather than a super master. This is simply not something that ordinary people can play. A high degree of concentration is simply more taxing than doing a thousand complex math problems.
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In fact, when Kurtzatt stood up just now, he could shoot, but the constantly moving Kurtzart put great pressure on him. Knowing that he only had one chance, he did not dare to shoot easily.
Pulling the trigger, Chen Xiaolong's heart became even more anxious when he saw one after another of his brothers from the Xingyao Society being shot in the head. The severe pain was simply not something that ordinary people could compare to.
It was also at the last moment, perhaps because Kurtzart relaxed slightly, or perhaps because He Jiajie would not be able to escape unless he fired. Chen Xiaolong, who was still not sure at all, pulled the trigger. At that moment, he had already put everything in his hands.
Leave it to fate.
The intensity of a gun battle, especially a sniper gun battle, is no less intense than a live kill. It is even much more tense than an ordinary battle. After all, for a skilled sniper, you only have one chance.
, if you make a slight mistake, you may die.
This is a fight against death, and there must be no carelessness.
He Jiajie was almost paralyzed on the ground. Seeing the four best gunmen who followed him fall into a pool of blood, he felt as if his heart was bitten by a monster, and it was the pain from that pain.
His eyes were filled with crystal tears. All along, the sharpshooting team he led rarely had a chance to perform in the Xingyao Association. Most of the time, it served as a deterrent, but this did not destroy the demon.
This group of young people are so dedicated to the Xing Yao Society that they are deeply proud of their dedication to the Xing Yao Society.
This is a group of lovely men, but also a group of persistent men. They don’t have too many dreams. Everything they do is just to make Xingyao Club stronger.
All the light was occupied by Ye Xingchen and himself and others. When many people discussed it, they would say what is wrong with the president of Xingyao Club? How outstanding he is, such and such a hall leader of Xingyao Club, and such and such incense master.
How powerful is it? No one will remember these soldiers at the lowest level, but it is their unknown contribution that makes Xingyao what it is today.
Tears blurred his eyes. In He Jiajie's mind, he thought of the scenes of training day and night with them, and the scenes of playing and playing with them. But now, they have all gone, so peacefully.
It went so calmly.
In my mind, I couldn't help but think of the scene just now: "Are you afraid of death?"
"Afraid, but for the Xingyao Society, we will go even if we are afraid!" Such a simple sentence, such a straightforward sentence, but it told the most sincere emotions deep in their hearts.
"Brothers, go with peace of mind. Xingyao will be proud of you. Sooner or later, I will make our sharpshooter brigade a presence that shocks the world!" Looking at the four bloody corpses lying on the ground, He Jiajie's
I muttered something silently in my heart.
On the rooftop, as soon as Moorea saw the purple sword light coming towards her, she rushed backwards and did a beautiful backflip to avoid the fatal sword, but something appeared in her hand.
She picked up a translucent dagger, which was exuding bursts of chill. Her blue eyes were staring at the purple maple that sprang out from behind Kufkarski. If Kufkarski was said to be a ferocious beast,
If so, then Zi Feng is a demon, a demon from the abyss of hell.
Kufkarski just blocked the entrance to the rooftop. He glanced at Kurtzat who was lying in a pool of blood not far away. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The most powerful threat had been eliminated. In this way
A woman cannot escape.
Zifeng snorted coldly, and his body turned into an afterimage once again, and he rushed towards the woman. The Ziyuedao in his hand glowed with purple light, even in broad daylight.
Dazzling.
When Moorea saw that the other party did not attack her at the same time, she couldn't help but feel convinced that she was also an S-level master. If the other party attacked together, she might not have any chance of winning, but if it was a wheel battle, then maybe she would
You can also take the opportunity to kill someone.
But when Zifeng's figure flashed in front of her, she realized that she was wrong, and how wrong she was. The Ziyuedao in Zifeng's hand just slashed towards her neck. Naturally, she used the dagger in her hand to slash her neck.
He tried to block it, but the purple scimitar was like a phantom, avoiding his own dagger and reaching his neck in an instant.
A sharp chill hit her entire body. At that moment, she seemed to see the God of Death holding a black scythe waving at her not far away. Next to the God of Death, there was her dead partner, who was smiling at her.
wave.
Such a terrifying scene gave Moorea goosebumps all over her body, cold sweat broke out from her back, and her eyes were full of fear.
However, Zifeng's knife did not cut her throat, it just stopped on her neck. However, the sharp knife energy still cut her skin, and faint blood flowed, but it also made her panic.
Moorea woke up in shock.
"I'll give you a chance to tell you who ordered you here, and I won't let you die!" Zifeng's cold voice came from his mouth, as if Yama was pronouncing someone's death date.
"I don't know..." Although Moorea wanted to survive, she really didn't know who hired them. She and Kurtzat were a pair of partners and a pair of freelance killers. They accepted tasks through them.
Brokers, they never ask about their customer service status, they just kill people and get money.
But Zifeng ignored all of this. When he saw that he couldn't get anything out of the woman's mouth, he made a light stroke with the Ziyue knife in his hand, and the woman's seemingly tender neck immediately spurted out a stream of bright red blood.
Moorea instinctively covered her neck with both hands, trying to stop the blood flow, but wherever she could stop it, she saw streams of blood flowing continuously along her fingers, and her eyes also
Gradually, he became disorganized, but it was full of unwillingness and doubts. He was unwilling to die like this. He was wondering why he was killed by the opponent with a single blow when he had reached S level? Then what level of strength had the opponent reached?