The lone wolf was motionless in the depression, and the guy behind the stone just didn't show his head, and could only vaguely see ***.

The lone wolf expected that something was wrong, and shouted loudly: "Donald Duck, change the sniper point, you have been exposed!"

Donald Duck heard the lone wolf's words, but he didn't understand why he was exposed, but he knew that there was nothing wrong with listening to the lone wolf's words.

Donald duck quickly retreated, and just after retreating and retracting his legs, a bullet grazed the helmet that Donald Duck had picked up and flew over.

Donald duck struggled to step back a few times, covering himself well, holding his head in pain.

The bullet grazed the steel helmet, the piercing sound almost burst the eardrum, and the scorching bullet burned the hair and flesh on the back of the head.

"Donald Duck! Donald Duck!"

The lone wolf shouted loudly, hearing the gunfire from different directions just now, the lone wolf was indeed worried about Donald Duck.

"Damn, I'm still alive, scratched skin!"

"309!" cried the lone wolf.

Donald Duck picked himself up and retreated to the edge of the meadow, hiding in a large tree.

"Damn, play with Lao Tzu!" Bruce muttered.

It turned out that from this direction, you can see that there is no one on the side of the sniper point stone just now, and there is only a ***, but the sniper has gone around to the position of 309 and set up a *** again.

Donald Duck searched hard behind the big tree for position 309, where there were a lot of rocks and grass piles, and it was difficult to identify the sniper point!

The lone wolf didn't dare to relax for a moment, he knew that the lone wolf's life was in his hands at this time.

The lone wolf lay in the depression, not daring to move at all, and the depression was just enough to cover the lone wolf, and the slightest movement would expose itself to the sniper's gun.

Time persists like this, but the lone wolf knows that if he persists like this, it will be most detrimental to himself, and it will depend on Donald Duck.

Donald Duck waited silently, aiming at the haystack.

In this way, in the midst of the breeze and the chirping of insects, it lasted for more than an hour.

Bruce's eyes remained motionless, the result of years of practice, and he looked at the angle of the sun, mentally calculating.

Combined with his own self-study and the subtle influence of the lone wolf, he knew that now the sun was behind him, and on the opposite side of the killer, Donald Duck was waiting for a reflection.

The gaze is focused, like an eagle's eye.

The angle of inclination of the sun is slowly shrinking, and sooner or later it will be perpendicular to the opposite scope.

On the green and yellow meadow, the wind and waves are wave after wave, and the grass is moving and insects are chirping.

Suddenly, in the weeds on the opposite side, there was a reflection.

Donald Duck took aim decisively, pulled the trigger, and the bullet whistled out of the hall and flew towards the reflection.

The sniper seemed to notice his reflection and quickly retreated, only to see the bullet penetrate the scope and take a piece of flesh from his face and ears.

Donald Duck quickly got up from the ground, almost jumped up, picked up his gun, and fired a series of shots in that direction.

Three bullets, rushing towards the sniper's slightly exposed back, Donald Duck saw blood splattering out of the scope, put down ***, and let out a long breath.

Donald looked at the depression where the lone wolf was lying and walked over slowly.

"Lone wolf, you can come out!"

The lone wolf looked at Donald Duck who came over and said coldly:

"Well done!"

But at this time, Donald Duck found that there was a pit in the small depression where the lone wolf was lying.

"Damn, you didn't expect me to kill that sniper!"

"No, no, didn't you kill him, good job!" said Lone Wolf, giving a thumbs up.

"If you believe it, you dug a hole with your bare hands, what, you want to bury yourself?"

The lone wolf turned, and the laughter had changed from a little serious.

"The previous sniper's shot, if you are 0.1 seconds late, it is you who will die, it can be seen that the other party is not a rookie, and you haven't shot for so long, I don't know if you are sure, so I have to save myself. ”

"Self-help?"

"That's right, you can look at the edge of that depression, how many bullets that guy fired, he wanted to pierce the soil, and then kill me, I dug that hole with my hands, so that the bullets that pierced through the soil would not hurt me, Donald Duck, if you didn't occupy the opposite side, he would rush up and give me a shuttle, do you think I don't believe you?"

Donald Duck nodded, but he knew that the lone wolf would not express his gratitude, and besides, his position was exposed, or he reminded him, maybe the lone wolf was waiting for Donald Duck's thanks.

Donald Duck quickly ran to the vicinity of the body of the person he had sniped just now, and in just a few minutes, he was crawling with flies and mosquitoes, and Donald Duck walked to the stone again and picked up the *** that was used as a disguise.

It was a "Tac-50 sniper rifle", Donald Duck picked it up, happy like a child: "Damn, this guy has such supplies, this organizer is really generous!"

Bruce took the "Tac-50 sniper rifle" and ran towards the lone wolf.

"Lone wolf, look, what is this?"

"Damn, Tac-50 sniper rifle, this is a treasure, what kind of competition do these outlaws participate in, take one out, you can sell it for a good price!"

The lone wolf can't put it down, and he likes it very much!

Donald Duck took it:

"I'm sorry Ang, Mr. Lone Wolf, it's mine, or it's better for me to be a sniper, this one is for you!"

Donald Duck handed the lone wolf his old rifle.

Lone wolf smiled: "This is compared to the Tac-50 sniper rifle, just like a child compared to an old hunter, you know that, this Tac-50 sniper rifle, its biggest record is the 2500-meter sniper **** machine gunner record played by a Canadian sniper, it can be said that in terms of accuracy and stability, the Tac-50 sniper rifle is definitely the king of ***, how many people take him and become an ace sniper, are you Donald Duck?"

"Hehe, lone wolf, don't scold me, there is a saying in China, called three points of appearance and seven points of dress, I have five points of ability, plus these seven points of equipment, I can also become a twelve-point ace sniper!"

"The addition is good, you stink! You didn't escape that shot just now!"

"Hey, hey, skin trauma!"

"Pay attention next time, more important than sniping the enemy, how to hide yourself, you lie in the grass, you are a grass, you hide in a tree, you are a leaf, you are in a manure tank, you are a piece of!"

The lone wolf learned the tone of the previous instructor and "tutored" Donald Duck, although the metaphor was very flavorful, but Donald Duck nodded vigorously, because for a sniper, how happy it is to get a first-class ***.

"Don't shoot in the same place continuously, the deaf will hear it, unless, your sniper targets are under your grasp!"

Donald Duck understands that this is a way for the lone wolf to give him a way to survive.