"Binoculars, can you hit them?" Greene pressed the intercom.

"No, they're very sensible, and one of them came out and was pressed down by another person the moment I shot me, and they seemed to have spotted me. A very low voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"If you are clever, if you can't do it, you will withdraw. ”

Naturally, the person who corresponded with Green was the retired sniper, whose profession corresponded to his casual name.

"I always felt that today was not good. Not to mention their prestige in the past, even if we look at their obviously well-trained reflexes and god-like marksmanship now, I'm afraid we are not opponents. Walter frowned, lit another cigarette, and smoked as well.

"We've been preparing for so long, this time we've brought all the guys and people, and Jason is dead, if we can't kill them today, I'm afraid it will be even harder to have a chance in the future. Green sighed, opened the door and walked to the back, opening the trunk.

Two brand-new HK-416s are placed inside, and even the U.S. military rarely assembles this gun so richly. The sights of the MRO were stuck on the Picatinny rails, the magazines fitted with parallel interlocking buckles were snapped together, and the three magazines were hung together in the magazine. The muzzle of the gun is equipped with a squirrel cage flame suppressor, and to the right of the handguard is a laser indicator light.

And most importantly, on the leather rail under the handguard, there is a grenade launcher of M203!

"Let's go, although Jason is very unlikeable, but we can't let our friends die like this. ”

Green and Walter pulled the handle to load, removed another grenade from the grenade chain they were slung overbody, loaded it into the M203, and walked forward.

At the same time, several people hiding behind the car were discussing countermeasures, and being suppressed all the time was definitely not the way of soul hunting, not to mention that the other party was just an ordinary person.

"If they're all within my line of sight and range, I can kill them in a very quick time, but there's a sniper on the lookout and I don't have a good way to deal with him. ”

"If that's the case, then tires and power banks can help. "I don't know if it's a problem with ammunition, the gunfire has sparsed out a lot at this time, and the mustache is still very calm in the face of this situation, probably rare and strange.

"Them?"

The mustache gestured with the two of them, and said a few words in an unknown language. Both of them nodded, the tires shook the AUG in their hands, and glanced at Leng Rui.

"What do you mean?"

As soon as Leng Rui asked, the mobile power bank suddenly threw the gun in his hand at his feet, roared angrily and stood up.

Almost at the same time, the power bank's body shuddered, and a 7.62 bullet was firmly embedded in his eyebrows. Half of the sharp head was already submerged in the flesh, but the remaining half couldn't move forward anyway.

The moment the enemy stood up, a bullet firmly locked the center of the eyebrows, even in SAS, this kind of marksmanship can definitely be famous.

However, he didn't encounter the usual enemies of the SAS.

The power bank roared again, stretched out his right hand, pinched the SVD bullet that had received countless criticisms because of its penetrating power, and pulled it out.

And the position that was hit, as the bullet was pulled out, actually began to heal.

The binoculars were stunned, he had been a soldier for more than ten years, and he didn't know how many targets he had sniped. As a veteran, even if he easily saw the target's head being blown apart like a watermelon by himself in the scope, he never had any mental fluctuations.

However, today, on this street, there is a man who blocked his bullet with his eyebrows!

The worldview of the telescope can be said to be completely subverted, and as a soldier with excellent marksmanship, he has some arrogance of his own. When Green and Walter repeatedly told him that he might not be able to kill his target, and that he was even ready to withdraw at any time, there was a nameless fire in his heart.

I've got to kill them!

However, Ming Ming was holding a semi-automatic sniper rifle in his hand, and he only needed to pull the trigger again, and the bullet that had been pushed into the reentry spring would be fired by the firing pin, and the reticle of the sight had been locked in the center of his eyebrows again, but he couldn't press the trigger for a long time.

The man who blocked his bullet was actually looking at him with a pair of pale blue eyes, is that really a human eye? No, can a human block a bullet with his eyebrows?

While the telescope was sluggish, another figure appeared in his sight, a dark, thin man. The telescope had seen those three pictures and knew that this person was one of the three targets.

The tires moved extremely fast, almost from the ground before leaping up, and the AUG in his hand was firmly pointed at the direction of the telescope the moment he provoked it.

Since the other one can't be killed, let's send this one to hell first.

Although his heart was full of horror, the telescope, which was extremely experienced in combat, made the most correct choice in the shortest possible time.

The steady hands drove the sniper rifle to move slowly, and the crosshair was placed in the predicted place where the tires would fall.

The experience of the telescope was undoubtedly accurate, and in his sights it was already possible to see that the tires were heading to where he expected.

Is that?

It was the same pale blue eyes, terrifying without any emotion. However, this is revealed through one lens, which is - the optical sight of the AUG.

Two pairs of eyes looked at each other from afar through the two sights. The telescope, which had always thought that it had forgotten what it was like to be afraid, trembled with fear when it saw these eyes.

How did he find my position and target me in such a short period of time? Who are they?

The question of the telescope will never be answered, and of course, he will not need an answer.

With the slight sound of the trigger spring being released, the hammer struck the back of the firing pin and then pressed against the bottom of the bullet.

Click!

The telescope found that his eyes had suddenly turned into darkness, and streams of warm liquid were flowing from his eye sockets.

Why can't I see it? Could it be that my scope is broken? Then why can't I see it with my left eye? Oh yes, I was aiming, I closed my left eye.

But why is it so dark when you open your eyes? There seems to be something coming out of the back of my head, so what?

With the last of his strength, the telescope reached his right hand to the back of his head, and he touched a pile of sticky, colloidal-like stuff and a warm hole.

Although it happened suddenly, Leng Rui's reaction was extremely fast, and almost at the same time as the telescope fell to the ground, he stood up with two handfuls of 1911 in his hand.

Looking around, the location of each armed militant with a weapon easily fell into his mind. In addition to the big saw, which was already lying on the ground, there were exactly a dozen enemies.

"Since there are no snipers left, then don't blame me. ”

was clearly pointed at by the muzzles of twelve black holes, Leng Rui was indeed not afraid, and actually closed his eyes!

Two very old 1911s crossed their chests and posed like a god-like stick. When he opened his eyes again, they had turned a deep ocean blue.

"I rarely shoot at ordinary people, but since you are this kind of traitor and criminal who endangers the peace of society, it can only mean that the moon will destroy you. ”

The gunshots rang out, and the sound of the two Colt M1911s seemed so slight in front of a group of Kalashnikov weapons.

However, every time a .45ACP shell lands on the ground, there is an AK that is permanently dumb and firing.

Wang Ling couldn't help but poke his head out, and when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, his mouth was open and he could almost stuff a goose egg. It was the first time he had seen someone use a gun so artistically, and in his opinion, Leng Rui clearly did not aim, but had already known the enemy's position, and raised his hand to shoot.

Obviously, every enemy hides themselves behind a certain cover, but for Leng Rui, it has almost no effect.

Wang Ling clearly saw that there was a guy with Galil hiding between the two cars, and he learned the standard gun pressure technique of our African friends, stretched Galil out of the roof of the car, and swept at Leng Rui.

From Leng Rui's position, all but two hands of that person were blocked behind the car. If it were Wang Ling, he might choose to break the enemy's hand so that he could not shoot.

But this is in the midst of a rain of bullets, and you may die directly after being shot several times at any time, not to mention that the distance between the two is not too close, even if you want to hit the hand, you must aim carefully.

However, Leng Rui just waved his right hand, not wanting the bullet to come out of his disembowel.

Wang Ling's eyes naturally couldn't keep up with the speed of the bullets, but he saw a spark suddenly spark on the telephone pole on the side of the road, and after a crisp sound, the enemy who had won the marksmanship of his African friends had already softened down.

In this case, he can even use a telephone pole to bounce bullets?

It's all a long story, but it's only a few seconds.

It's not so much a shooting as Leng Rui dancing, and the two black 1911s are like two butterflies in his hands, spinning, jumping, and glowing from time to time.

As if he had some kind of actuator on the muzzle of his gun, he moved to the target without any delay under the guidance of a program that had already been written, and then fired instantly.

Leng Rui jumped and danced flexibly, and there was even a Thomas, who was like a dancer on the ice at this time, as long as he stepped on the wrong step, he would fall somewhere, and the bullets around him almost enveloped him.

But he still kept going, stepped on the ground with a brisk step, kicked his left leg forward violently, and then fell down, and he made a straight horse without any pressure, and his back was almost bent to his hind legs.

If a ballet dancer sees this scene, I am afraid that he will also be ashamed, what kind of flexibility is this.

After dodging, Leng Rui jumped up like a spring, and when he was still in mid-air, his waist twisted hard, and he spun in the air like a top, and in this state, Leng Rui actually pulled the trigger again, and the two enemies fell in response.

When the last enemy fell, Leng Rui stood there in a very chic posture, one gun pointed diagonally at the ground, the other gun was actually behind his back, the muzzle of the gun was still emitting a faint smoke of gunpowder, he was the last person to be killed by sticking the gun behind his back!

"Only our last two friends remained. Leng Rui blew on the muzzle of the gun and turned around, where there were two men standing with HK-416 mounted grenade launchers, shivering incessantly.