Mu Wuqing wanted to use himself as erbium to lure out the opponent hiding in the shadows. There was nothing wrong with this idea and train of thought, but he miscalculated the strength of his opponent.

Just from the fact that he carefully set up a game to trick the sniper into the set, and then killed with one blow but was seriously injured, it can already be seen that the opponent's strength is very strong.

Mu Wuqing didn't know that his plan was quite risky, but he had no other choice.

In the ghost sweeping action group, if you want to count your personal strength, except for An Tianwei, he deserves to be ranked second. He can only be the bait.

It's just that what I didn't expect was that the enemy was not only targeting him as a bait, but also other team members.

According to this calculation, even the plan of the ghost sweeping operation team to carry out a strategic encirclement may have been understood by the other party.

If that's the case, it will be a tragedy for the Ghost Sweeping Task Force.

Behind the team member lurking in his sight, a hazy figure floated up, and Mu Wuqing was already shocked in his heart.

He quickly turned his body sideways, and the large-caliber sniper rifle he was holding in his hand didn't have time to aim, so he fired in the direction of the crew.

The bullet flew over the head of the crewman, and as if it had hit something, only to hear a not-so-loud noise on the ground with broken branches and dead leaves, and fell silent.

On the contrary, it was Mu Wuqing's side, the rustle was approaching quickly, and there was more than one person.

After Mu Wuqing finished shooting, he was hit straight out by the huge recoil of the large-caliber sniper rifle.

The shot just now was fired in a hurry, and he didn't even have time to choose the correct posture of holding the gun, the butt of the gun was against his abdomen, and he was hit by the recoil after the gun, Mu Wuqing snorted, obviously adding to injury.

He propped the butt of his gun on the ground, keeping his body from falling, but his body ached as if it had been torn apart.

This pain sensation rises from all parts of the body like a tidal wave, and it is intense and piercing.

Mu Wuqing's face turned extremely pale in an instant, and large beads of sweat seeped out of the skin on his face, and soon converged into a stream of sweat, which flowed to his chin like a pearl of broken threads.

Damn it! The strength is still not good!

The corners of Mu Wuqing's mouth twitched, and all the strength of his body was pressed on the body of the spear that stood on the ground.

He tried to move his body to stand up.

Those rustling sounds were already close at hand, and Mu Wuqing could even feel the coolness of some kind of metallic air.

Is this what it's like to die on the battlefield? Damn, it's not as heroic and tragic as it used to be, but it's really a damn pain all over my body!

But it's not so easy to want Lao Tzu to die, Lao Tzu only killed one, it's enough to be Ben, and he hasn't made it yet!

I don't know where the strength came from, Mu Wuqing's hands holding the body of the gun suddenly waved, and the sniper rifle was swung out like a wooden stick.

His body suddenly lost its support and fell downward.

"Ding......

There was a crisp sound of metal clashes.

The long barrel of the sniper rifle and a dagger that had already stabbed collided, sending out a small string of sparks.

"Bang ......"

The moment he swung the sniper rifle as a wooden stick, Mu Wuqing still didn't forget to put force on his fingers and pulled the trigger.

The force from the dagger was very strong, and with a single impact, the sniper rifle was shocked out of Mu Wuqing's hands.

Under the dual reaction force of the dagger and the force of the collision and the recoil of the sniper rifle, Mu Wuqing's body was knocked away like the sniper rifle. One person, one shot, flew in two different directions.

Mu Wuqing's shot, at such a close distance, did not be empty, and after the bullet entered the flesh, a black shadow was also shot away.

"Look for death!" Someone shouted violently, annoyed and angry.

Looking for death? What Lao Tzu is looking for is death!

Mu Wuqing, who was lying on the ground, his consciousness had begun to blur, but the corners of his mouth turned up. This time, it is less cruel than before, but it has an extra layer of understanding.

To be able to do this is already the limit. Fortunately, it was earned, and there was no loss. Mu Wuqing thought so, his eyelids were as heavy as lead, and slowly closed.

The lurking team member on the other side also suffered a crisis.

The shot that Mu Wuqing helped him relieve the siege was too hasty, and the shot was hit, but it didn't hit the vital point. At this time, two black shadows pounced again, and the team member was unable to deal with the left and right under the attack, and it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

The last remaining wisp of consciousness of Mu Wuqing refused to return to silence.

He could hear the roars of his comrades fighting the enemy, but the sound was a little hollow and distant, as if it was separated by something.

He wanted to lift his eyelids, but he couldn't.

And dimly subconsciously, he felt that the cold metal had come into contact with his neck.

See you below, brother!

The last bit of light in Mu Wuqing's consciousness world was finally extinguished, and the whole world fell into darkness.

Mu Wuqing's feeling was not wrong, at this time, there was indeed a metal spike against the artery in his neck, and the tip of the spike had already sunk into the skin by more than an inch.

It's just that this spike will never be able to pierce Mu Wuqing's artery.

The person holding this spike is dressed in a black power suit, like the shadow of the night, if it weren't for the light still remaining in the forest, such a dress would definitely blend in with the night.

But at this time, he stood still and did not move.

Above the neck, it was empty, and blood was gushing like a fountain.

Mu Wuqing didn't hear the violent sound of sniper rifle gunfire falling back in the forest.

The gunshot was deliberately unmufflered, and when it rang out in the silent forest, it was quite powerful. If Mu Wuqing's consciousness was still awake, he would definitely be able to hear it, it was the unique voice of M107.

The man in black stood still, his head like a watermelon shattered by a heavy punch, and the fragments scattered everywhere.

After An Tianwei finished sniping one person, he immediately collected his gun and moved to his position.

An ace sniper must have the ability to quickly select sniper positions and move positions.

Hidden in the nine places, moving in the nine heavens.

The sniper king in the movement will become a demon messenger in the ever-changing sniper position. What he had in his hand was no longer a sniper rifle, but a scythe of death.

An Tianwei, who completed the first harvest, borrowed ancient trees and terrain to quickly get his figure out of the enemy's sight.

The second position, in place! Get on your stomach and shoot!

"Bang...... Bang......"

Two shots, no missed shots, headshots.

These two shots solved the crisis of the team member.

After firing the shot, An Tianwei immediately rolled on the spot holding the M107. He knows that the other party is not weak, and he will react quickly.

Sure enough, as soon as he rolled out of the second position, a volley of bullets swept over.

An Tianwei's facial expression was as cold as an ice sculpture. After being on the spot, he didn't stop for a moment, and then he hid behind an ancient tree, and with a lift of his wrist, Feiyun claws wrapped around the branch, and his body was dragged to the thick branch of the ancient tree.

Hunched and sneaking, his body flashing like a puff of smoke on the branches of the ancient tree.

(Second update, good night everyone.) ）