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City D in October is still much warmer than Huaguo, which has just entered the winter.

The sun at nine o'clock hangs in the east so dazzling that people can't open their eyes.

On the fifth floor of an unfinished building, Wilson sat cross-legged in a chair.

The empty room was covered with a thick layer of yellow dust, and it looked like the building had been abandoned for a long time.

Obviously, the chair that Wilson was sitting in wasn't here before.

In addition to Wilson, there was a coffee-colored man in the room.

It was a bearded man standing on the edge of the windowsill with an M110 sniper rifle in his hand.

He is a well-known sharpshooter in the opposition, and he has become a ghost under his gun because of the unknown number of government and military personnel.

"Ahmed, did your informant defect, didn't he say that the convoy would pass through here?" Wilson looked out through the brick and stone window, and saw the same scenery, and then turned his head to complain to the bearded man named Ahmed next to him.

"If that Hashemite guy is going to the council, he's going to pass through here. Ahmad stared at the street in the distance with a determined expression and said slowly.

In that position, there was an elaborate trap capable of forcing Hashem's convoy to stop.

And Ahmad's task is to be in this building, with this pole in his hand***,'po

g'Ground and lift the skull of Hashem!

As long as Hashim, the one who gets in the way, that annoying proposal will be stillborn because of the loss of its promoter. Ahmad thought to himself.

As for Wilson, today's mission didn't really have anything to do with him.

All he could do was watch Ahmad kill Hashem with ease, as long as nothing else happened.

Wilson had already completed his assignment a few days earlier. In fact, Wilson will be able to take a flight back to Washington and Centon today.

But when he learned that there was a thrilling assassination mission here that was about to begin, Wilson was moved and simply postponed his plan to return.

That being said, Wilson was clearly not a proper assassin, and after a few hours in the unfinished building, his little patience was finally exhausted.

"Ahmad, is there much ***, give me a handful of fun. Wilson said in a rambling manner.

"With all due respect, sniping requires long-term training, and even if you are a noble DOV, Mr. Wilson, you can't be used for no reason. Ahmad said with a frown.

Sniping is the most sacred existence in Ahmed's heart, and now the things he cherishes the most are regarded by Wilson as an existence that can be grasped at will, how can he not make Ahmed feel indignant.

Even so, while Ahmed was talking to Wilson, his gaze remained unstray and he was still staring at the empty street.

The concentration of a top sniper is terrifying!

"Are you underestimating me, Ahmed~" Suddenly, Wilson's tone became evil.

In an instant, a chilling momentum swept through the entire floor!

Ahmad's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt that his breathing was difficult!

He hurriedly said, "I, I didn't mean that, Wilson, sir!"

"Humph!" Wilson let out a cold snort.

The air returned to normal, and Ahmad couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

What Wilson had just used was one of his abilities.

【Mimic & Air Pressure】

An ability to manipulate air pressure within a certain radius.

It's not a powerful ability, and it can't even be used in combat.

But in terms of building momentum, it works surprisingly well.

Especially when dealing with people like Ahmad who have a certain understanding of Wilson's strength, it can play a special effect.

"Or ...... Give me this *** of yours?" Wilson saw that Ahmad couldn't take out the second ***, so he simply hit the idea on the *** in Ahmed's hand.

Ahmed was silent for a while, but still handed the *** in hand to Wilson.

"I still have to say again, non-professional gunners can't use ***. Ahmad said with a dark face, clearly expressing his displeasure at Wilson for taking away his love gun.

But Ahmad was already dark, and even if he had a black face, he basically couldn't see it.

"That's someone else, your Lord Wilson can't be generalized with those who are not talented~" Wilson took the *** handed over by Ahmad and smiled contemptuously.

Wilson took ***, his face was straight, and his spirit was condensed and his ability was activated!

【Analysis】Expand!

The moment the ability was launched, in Wilson's eyes, the *** in his hand seemed to be dismantled out of thin air, and a burst of light flashed, and everything about this M110 was no secret in Wilson's eyes.

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M110 Sniper Rifle (Wear)

The gun has a length of 1030 mm

508 mm heavy floating barrel (assembled)

The mass of the whole gun is 7.9 kg

20-round magazine (18 inside)

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"Oh, you're pretty good~" Wilson glanced at Ahmed in surprise.

From the outside, this M110*** looks like the kind that has been weathered for a long time, but in terms of Wilson's ability feedback, it is just a 'wear' evaluation.

Of course, Wilson's ability is not just to this extent.

If you only look like this, you will naturally not be taken seriously by the organization.

After Wilson's ability was activated, the memories of the M110***, which belonged to Ahmed's sniping skills, were also displayed in Wilson's mind one by one.

Ahmad is right, it is indeed very difficult to learn to use *** from scratch, but Wilson's ability can absorb Ahmed's sniping skills and magically generate his own sniper memories out of thin air!

Now, Wilson is able to use the M110*** proficiently.

Even if it's not as good as a sharpshooter like Ahmed, it's not much worse than a regular sniper.

Ahmad watched in amazement as Wilson snuggled up to the windowsill and set up his love gun.

Isn't this skillful movement, and this familiar posture, exactly the sniper posture that I usually use!

When?

Just when Ahmed was stunned, Wilson sighed lightly and said, "Oh, the target has appeared~"

On the road in the distance, a black bulletproof sedan is approaching fast!

That was the goal of Ahmad's mission this time—Hashem.

At this point, it was too late for Ahmed to take the M110***.

It also takes time to prepare for the sniper state, and the time left for Ahmad is obviously not enough.

At this time, the only one who can be counted on is Wilson.

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A small car loaded with explosives suddenly appeared on the road of the bulletproof car, and rushed to the bulletproof car in which Hashim was riding with a momentum of righteousness.

The trap that Ahmad prepared for Hashem was so brutal that this kind of earth, quality, explosives, and ammunition is the opposition's specialty.

“po

g！”

The explosives have been detonated!

However, it seems that because of the poor quality of the explosives, Hashim's bulletproof car did not seem to be damaged much from the outside, but the self-detonation attack still succeeded in stopping Hashem's bulletproof car.

Of course, Ahmad did not pin his hopes on these earth, quality, explosives, and ammunition, and forced Hashem's bulletproof car to stop in order to create sniper conditions for himself!

Sure enough, a few people got out of the bulletproof car, and it was Hashem and the Jonas team who was close to protecting Hashem.

"Bang!"

Wilson didn't hesitate to shoot!

He aimed at Jonas's head.

Maybe it was a hidden intervention, or maybe Jonas sensed something, Wilson's shot was missed!

However, the whizzing sniper shell still took one of Jonas's left legs.

"Huh?" Wilson frowned slightly, obviously unhappy with his shot.

The snipered crowd on that side reacted immediately, and before Wilson could fire a second shot, they all hid.

"Why didn't you kill Hashem first, Mr. Wilson!" asked Ahmad angrily.

You must know that there will be no second chance to snipe like this, but this precious sniper opportunity just now was wasted by Wilson!

In response to Ahmad's words, Wilson responded with another shot.

"Bang!"

In Nelson's stunned gaze, Jace's head was like a watermelon, torn apart by the terrifying power of the sniper bullet!

Red, white, splashed out, and bloomed on the ground with gorgeous flowers of death!

"Don't worry, the next one is Hashem~" The corners of Wilson's mouth were hooked as he tasted the pleasure of slaughter.

"Da Da Da!"

Suddenly, unexpectedly, heavy machine gun bullets roared through the unfinished building!

The burst cement chips made Wilson's face dirty.

"Fuk! what's going on!" Wilson whispered in a grumpy voice.

But Ahmad could no longer respond to him.

Wilson was lucky enough to avoid the scatter because he was half-lying on his stomach, but Ahmad was not glad that the furious fire directly knocked his upper body into pulp!

"Z-Wilson, get out of there, your coordinates have been betrayed by the inner ghost!" Judy's voice came out of the headphones.

"Fuk! I've been strafed by them! Hell, I can't believe that the government army would use heavy machine guns in the city!" Wilson replied.

However, Wilson didn't want to at all, and just a minute ago, he used the M110*** in his hand to open Jace's skull.

His indignation was nothing more than fifty steps and a hundred steps of laughter.