One minute, two minutes, three minutes......

For backpackers, those three minutes are incredibly long.

He couldn't help but waver in his heart: Did Wang Yong run away? Did Wang Yong retire for too long and have already lost his pride as a top agent?

Woo, the wind howled, blowing through the body of the AS50.

Even the heavy AS50 can't help but feel a slight shaking.

The wind at the top of the mountain is so strong that it's hard to create a perfect sniping environment.

Moreover, the mountain breeze is unpredictable, and it bothers him a little whether backpackers should consider the possible violent mountain winds when calculating the sniper angle.

"I knew that I would snipe directly halfway up the mountain. The backpacker said secretly.

However, he also knew that this could only be imagined, and the target halfway up the mountain was too big, and the sound of AS50's gunshots could easily alarm the people down the mountain, thus exposing him.

He can't take any chances.

At this time, the mountain wind became stronger, and a white plastic bag that I didn't know who had discarded on the mountain was also blown up by the wind and fell down the cliff with a loud sound.

The backpacker glanced at the plastic bag disapprovingly, not taking it seriously.

But in the next second, he suddenly came to his senses.

The current summit is covered with snow, and even if there is any garbage left, it is also pressed by the snow, so how can it be blown by the wind?

"It's Wang Yong! He's coming up!" The backpacker's spirit instantly tensed, his heart beat violently, but his fingers and arm muscles were extremely stable, just like a machine that had already written a program, just waiting for the target to appear, it would automatically shoot bullets at the target.

However, what the backpackers didn't expect was that another three minutes had passed, and Wang Yong hadn't even appeared!

It seems that the white plastic bag just now was really just an abandoned garbage, which was accidentally blown into the air by the mountain wind.

"How is that possible?" the backpacker's mood gradually became agitated.

The longer it drags on, the worse it will be for him.

When a large number of tourists reach the top of the mountain, then there is no room for sniping at all.

The backpacker's steady fingers began to swipe subconsciously, as if only this cold metal touch could relieve the anxiety in his heart.

At the entrance of the road to the top of the mountain, Wang Yong sat behind a mountain rock, with a smile on his face.

"If you want to wait for the rabbit, it's a good idea, but I promised Chiba Maki to wait for him, and I can't be untrustworthy. So, let's spend it and see who consumes whom. Wang Yong muttered to himself.

If the backpacker knew Wang Yong's idea, he would definitely be so angry that he would directly pick up a sniper rifle and come to Wang Yong to fight.

Smack!

Wang Yong was bored, picked up a stone on the ground, and threw it towards the mountain wall in a certain direction in the distance.

The sound is clear in the backpacker's ears.

The backpacker was so frightened that he turned his head in an instant.

The finger on the trigger almost pressed down.

It's a pity that he had a false alarm, and there was still no one behind him, only the snow foam blowing up, rushing to his face.

"He's kidding me!" said the backpacker, angrily.

He suddenly found that he, the top killer, came to Wang Yong, and suddenly became an ignorant elementary school student, and was casually played by Wang Yong.

And until now, he has not been able to determine Wang Yong's hiding location.

Syllable!

There was another bang, but this time to the left of the backpacker.

The backpacker was clever this time, and instead of turning around in a hurry, he tried to hide his body behind the pillars of the pavilion before looking in that direction.

As expected, it was Wang Yong again.

There wasn't even a ghost in that direction.

"Are you going to play with me like this?" cried the backpacker, holding back.

Wang Yong didn't respond, as if Wang Yong wasn't here at all.

But the backpacker firmly believed that Wang Yong was cating somewhere not far from him, waiting for an opportunity to kill with one blow.

Bang bang!

This time, Wang Yong directly threw out two stones, one on each of his left and right hands, and smashed them in opposite positions.

It also increases the difficulty of backpackers' judgment.

Backpackers curse in their hearts, but they don't dare to take it lightly.

Who knows if Wang Yong will be mixed with the sound of throwing stones and quietly touch it?

For a person who single-handedly killed the three fallen angels of the fallen angels, he didn't dare to have any carelessness.

Bang bang bang!

The number of stones increased to three, and the throwing position was no longer limited to the mountain wall, and even one was thrown directly to the top of the mountain in an arc.

The backpacker immediately looked along the path from which the stone had been thrown, but still found nothing.

Wang Yong is not stupid enough to let a stone reveal his location.

"What a tough opponent!" thought to the backpacker.

Bang bang!

The number of stones increased again, this time three stones were thrown to the top of the mountain.

The backpacker snorted coldly and decided to stay put.

Let Wang Yong play tricks, anyway, if Wang Yong wants to attack him, he has to climb to the top of the mountain.

As long as you go to the top of the mountain, in an unobstructed open environment, backpackers don't believe that Wang Yong can escape the sniper with a sniper rifle.

It's a pity that the backpacker's abacus is very loud, but the reality does not go according to the script he envisioned.

Of the three stones that roared, only two fell not far away. The rest of the piece, without stopping, with a violent whistling sound, came directly towards the backpacker!

"Damn, sinister!" the backpacker exclaimed, only then did he realize that he had been deceived.

He forgot one thing, Wang Yong also has a long-range attack method - stones!

In the hands of a master of national arts like Wang Yong, even a small pencil can exert terrifying lethality, not to mention a harder stone.

The stones thrown by Wang Yong with all his strength this time were comparable to a disemboweling bullet, and they shot at the backpacker extremely fast.

The backpacker was taken aback and quickly dodged.

With a thud, the stone struck the pillars of the Sakura-tei, creating a pit on top of them.

It can be seen that Wang Yong's power now, if he hits the backpacker, I am afraid that he will be able to knock him out on the spot.

"Almost!" the backpacker couldn't help but congratulate himself on his quick response.

But then he was in no mood to praise his reaction speed, because in the distance, Wang Yong turned into a surging hurricane and was running in his direction with all his might!

"Look for death!" A flash of murder flashed in the backpacker's eyes, and he instantly aimed the sniper rifle at Wang Yong's figure.

"Serpentine positioning? So what! The AS50 is designed for people like you who are good at positioning!" said the backpacker.

The AS50 can shoot steadily 5 rounds in 1.5 seconds.

In 1.5 seconds, the sprint world record holder can only run about 15 meters. Even if Wang Yong's explosiveness is stronger than that of the sprint champion, it is impossible to exceed it too much.

20 meters is Wang Yong's limit.

The backpacker seemed to have seen Wang Yong's death, and couldn't help grinning: "Goodbye, Long Lin." ”

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three bullets shot out in succession, piercing the air with a strong whistling sound, heading towards Wang Yong.

Each of the three bullets locked on to a direction that Wang Yong could change, and no matter where Wang Yong went, he would be hit by the bullet.

This is a backpacker's stunt, with three shots in a row, and three in a row at the same time maintaining sufficient accuracy.

He once used this method to hit three running opponents, and he shocked countless people at that time.

And he proudly calls this stunt "AS field", which means that within the range covered by AS, it belongs to his field. Life and death are in his hands.

Now, Wang Yong is also facing this kind of control.

However, what the backpackers didn't expect was that Wang Yong, who was running at high speed, stretched out a middle finger at him!

Then Wang Yong pounced forward, and the whole person stuck to the unmelted snow, like a bat gliding with its wings outstretched, sliding forward rapidly.

At the same time, all three sniper shells flew through the air at a height of one man, disappearing into the distant sky.

"Is this okay?" the backpacker was dumbfounded.

He didn't expect Wang Yong to have this way of evading.

Indeed, the snow-capped summits are perfect for this approach. Wang Yong was obviously not untargeted, but had already considered it before launching the charge.

"Amazing! It's just that now you're stuck to the ground, is there still room to dodge?" Die!" thought the backpacker, pouring out the remaining two bullets without hesitation.

This time, he calculated extremely accurately, and the two bullets not only locked the space for Wang Yong to roll left and right, but also predicted the firing according to the speed at which Wang Yong was gliding.

If anyone sees it, they will be surprised to find that it was Wang Yong who took the initiative to hit the bullet, not the bullet that shot at Wang Yong.

"Perfect!" the backpacker couldn't help but let out an exclamation as he pulled the trigger.

Whether it's timing or angle, he calculates flawlessly.

Wang Yong will definitely die this time!

But the scene that happened in the next second made the backpackers dumbfounded again.

Wang Yong, who was sliding rapidly, actually took out a soft sword from his waist, and then stabbed it into the snow-covered ground.

Then Wang Yong's figure stopped instantly, just like a car driving two hundred miles suddenly stepped on the brakes.

Poof, poof, two muffled sounds, and the backpacker's carefully calculated two bullets sank into the snow.

The AS50 has a magazine capacity of 5 rounds, and the backpacker fires all five rounds, but at the moment the AS50 is out of ammunition.

"It's a shame that there are no bullets, right? Wang Yong stood up, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, and said.

The backpacker didn't say a word.

His hand crept into his pocket.

In fact, he brought more than one magazine this time, otherwise he would not have wasted a bullet to kill the staff at the top of the mountain before. After all, every sniper bullet is worth a lot.

"For your sake of passing the time for me, I allow you to choose a way to die. Wang Yong spoke again.

Waiting for Chiba Maki and others was a little boring, but Wang Yong regarded the appearance of backpackers as a kind of fun.

The backpacker seemed to feel insulted, his expression was hideous, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Die, cousin!

"Oh, is it?" Wang Yong asked lightly.

Then Wang Yong, who seemed to be slow-paced, appeared in front of the backpacker in an instant.

The Moon Fox soft sword in the center of his hand was glowing with awe-inspiring killing intent, and he unceremoniously slashed at the backpacker's head.

The backpacker never expected Wang Yong to come so quickly, he had just touched the bullet, and he hadn't had time to load it yet.

In desperation, he could only raise the AS50 in his hand and use it as an iron rod to block his head.

Click!

Hearing only a piercing sound, the AS50's special gun body was unexpectedly cut open by a finger-wide crack with the Xinyue Fox Soft Sword.