"Fuck, why don't you go to the airport, what are you doing in the suburbs, looking for death?" Bill yelled at the phone.

As soon as the words fell, a fierce gunshot was heard inside, followed by a howl from the employer, and then the phone made a "beep" sound and was disconnected.

"Hey...... Feed...... Hey" Bill yelled twice, saw that there was no response, angrily put away the phone, turned to look at me, and said, "I have to go save that damn bastard, and we'll see you at the dock the night after tomorrow." ”

I made an OK gesture and said casually. "Be careful."

Who knew that he stopped after taking two steps, turned around and looked at me with bad intentions, and said with a smile: "Do you want to go play with me?" It's exciting! ”

I glanced at him, with an expression that was concerned about me, turned around and left, who knew that he shouted in the back again: "Hey, the other party is very strong, if you don't help, I will probably hang up, can you bear to watch your friend being beaten into a honeycomb?" ”

I didn't bother to pay attention to him, I didn't look back and walked forward, and by the way, I also gave a middle finger, and then I heard him say to himself behind me: "It's a pity that my newly modified German G22 sniper rifle, no one can use it by himself, but my marksmanship is too bad, it's a waste to use such a good gun, it seems that I have to practice my marksmanship well when I go back." ”

Fuck, this bastard actually tempted me with a sniper rifle, I'm a sniper, and I'm most interested in all kinds of sniper rifles, and the most unbearable thing is that people who can't snipe are stunned snipers, that's a blasphemy against guns.

I took a deep breath, turned back to Bill, and yelled viciously, "You despicable and shameless fellow, I strongly despise you. ”

Bill laughed and pulled me into a Humvee parked on the side of the road, and Bill started the car, the engine roared angrily, and he rushed out like a bull in heat.

We were near Hyde Park, about twenty kilometers from the accident site, and it was evening, and the road was still relatively clear, and Bill, a perverted fellow, was driving through the road in a Humvee, driving frantically towards the suburbs.

"Hey, you bastard, where's my sniper rifle!" I sat in the back and asked him angrily.

"Here, here!" As he spoke, the guy let go of the steering wheel and lowered his head to the bottom of the seat.

"Damn, you look at the road! fuck！ Seeing that I was getting closer and closer to the car in front of me, I jumped up and yelled.

By the time Bill looked up, we were less than half a meter away from the car in front of him, he yelled excitedly, twisted the steering wheel hard, and the Hummer grazed the butt of the car in front of him, and the driver shook his hands in fright, and almost didn't get off the road.

"You perverted madman!" I scolded in the back.

"Haha, thanks for the compliment, for your gift!" After saying that, he casually threw me a long box, I took it and quickly unzipped it, opened the box, and saw the contents of the box, my eyes lit up.

In the box is a brand-new German G22 sniper rifle, the gun is 1245mm long, the foldable butt, 995mm after folding, the original 7.62mm caliber has been changed to 8.5mm, the firing range has been increased from 1100 meters to 1500 meters, and it is equipped with a 3~12*56 optical sight from Hensoldt.

There is a red-lit reticle on the scope, which can be used in the evening, and a low-light sight can be used in the dark, and the optics of the scope are also equipped with laser eye protection devices to prevent snipers from being dizzy or even blind due to strong light, and the most surprising thing is that under the optical sight, there is also a thermal imaging device, although I don't know if it is good or not, but this gun does look much more advanced than my 88 sniper.

It's just that I'm a little worried, this modified G22, with its increased range and power, can it still maintain its original accuracy? I'm afraid it will take a little time to fully control this gun.

"How does it feel? Isn't that cool? Bill asked smugly.

My fingers gently caressed the gun, a cold sensation came from the fingertips, I carefully felt its breath, in my eyes it was like a vicious beast, not yet tamed, or like a new car, not yet run-in, not able to exert the strongest power.

Smooth metallic texture, desert camouflage gun body, it looks so sexy, but there is one thing missing, and that is murderous energy, it needs a battle to awaken the sleeping killing intent.

I took it out of the box, loaded it with a magazine, pulled the bolt, and with two clicks, the bullet loaded, and when I heard it, I felt a wave of excitement in my heart, which was even more beautiful than Beethoven's music.

I knew that if I picked up this gun, I was destined to be involved in this battle, and to my surprise, I was not even the slightest bit disgusted, and even jumped to try, I didn't expect that my desire for battle would reach a crazy level, maybe I was born a warrior and existed for the sake of fighting.

Bill threw over another backpack, which contained a special operations vest and a few pistols, all of different models, and I picked a desert eagle, which I liked to be tough even though it only had seven rounds in the magazine.

I took two more magazines, rummaged through them and found a bunch of grenades, I took two MK2 grenades and hung them around my waist, and threw the backpack back to Bill.

Bill slung his gear to his body as he drove, and then pulled out an M4a1 carbine from under the co-pilot, which he had obviously modified, and a mess of instruments hanging on it, and I didn't see it clearly.

As soon as the two of us were ready, the car approached the accident site, which was already a suburb, and there was not a single car in sight, and only our Humvee roared past on the wide road, which was particularly conspicuous.

I looked out the window and saw sparse trees on both sides of the road, and my employer said on the phone that they were in the woods on the side of the road, and it seemed that they were close to the target area.

At this moment, there was a crisp "pop", and the windshield of the Humvee was hit by a bullet, and countless cracks appeared, but fortunately the bullet failed to pass through the glass, otherwise Bill would have been shot in the head.

"There are snipers!" I reminded in a low voice.

"Jump out of the car!" Bill reacted very quickly, realized that we were already being targeted by the sniper, slammed on the brakes, and with a screeching sound of brakes, the Hummer instantly drifted out and crossed the road, and before it could stop, the two of us had already jumped out of the car, rolled on the ground, and fell into the grass on the side of the road.

"I'm glad you're still alive!" I whispered to Bill.

"It's not that easy to kill me, my windshield is bulletproof." Bill said with a smug face.