Back at the staircase, I clutched my pistol and walked slowly towards the third floor, I kept my steps very soft, barely making any sound, at this time the gunfire in the distance suddenly became intense, it should be Pandora They were all in position to launch a surprise attack on the enemy.

This must be the most anxious time in the sniper's heart, seeing that his comrades are about to be wiped out, but he can't come to the rescue, I feel this feeling deeply, however, this is also the time when his vigilance is the weakest, because all attention is shifted to the battlefield.

I took the opportunity to begin searching the rooms on the third floor one by one, and in my judgment, the sniper must have been hiding in the room with the window facing the battlefield, or directly on the rooftop, where the view was so wide that the whole battlefield could be seen.

I searched the windows one by one with the rooms facing the headquarters, but I still found nothing, and the remaining rooms were facing away from the headquarters, and the snipers didn't need to hide in them, they couldn't do anything at all, but I still didn't let them go, but I didn't search them so carefully.

The last room at the end of the corridor on the third floor seemed to me to be the least likely place to hide, because it was a small warehouse with no windows at all, and the sniper would not hide in a place where nothing could be seen.

So when I got there, I didn't pay attention at all, I gently opened the door, and peeked in, it was pitch black and there were a lot of debris, but I could still see the contents vaguely by the light shining in from the door.

Expectingly, there was nothing but a few broken cardboard boxes and a few hairless brooms standing on the edge of the walls, so it seemed that the enemy was most likely to be on the rooftop, and I glanced up at the rooftop, then turned and walked towards the stairs leading to the rooftop.

At the moment when I turned around, there was a very slight click behind me, and a feeling of extreme danger suddenly flooded from my heart, cold hairs stood on end, and my scalp was numb, and that voice was all too familiar to me, it was the sound of a firearm opening the safe.

I didn't have time to turn back, I threw myself forward, but it was too late, and there were several gunshots behind me, and I felt like I had been hit by a car in the back, and I fell heavily to the ground, while two bullets flew past my scalp.

I knew I had been shot, and although it hurt, I knew in my heart that I couldn't die, but fortunately I reacted quickly enough, otherwise the other two bullets would have hit my head.

The enemy used a pistol, and the part of the bullet in the back only felt a strong impact, and there was no sting of the bullet into the flesh, indicating that the pistol bullet did not penetrate the composite body armor, you must know that our body armor is the most advanced one in the world, one level higher than the interceptor of the US military, and low-grade pistol bullets are not a problem.

But the enemy is a sniper, and the most powerful thing is marksmanship, as long as my head is pointed at him for a second, the bullet will shoot in the face, and I dare not look back, let alone stop for a moment.

After hitting the ground, it rolled forward quickly, and the bullet hit the floor next to my head, and the broken floor crumbled stones scratched several wounds on my face, and the most dangerous thing was that a ricochet flew past my ear, shaking the headphones that were buckled on it.

The enemy also knew that the bullets could not penetrate my body armor, so they all ran to their heads to greet me, and I prayed in my heart while silently counting, and finally heard the sound of the firing pin empty, and the bullets in the enemy's magazine were empty, taking advantage of the short gap, I did not choose to escape, but turned over and got up, turned to the door of the warehouse and fired three shots.

I saw the guy's appearance, he reacted so quickly that he had retracted into the room before I could shoot, my bullets were all hitting the door frame, bouncing up a pile of wood chips.

I fell to one knee as motionless as a statue, my hand holding the gun not trembling from the sharp pain in my back.

One second, two seconds, little by little, we always kept the same posture, I didn't dare to go over, he didn't dare to come out, just looked at each other.

Time was in my favor, and I wasn't afraid to waste it with him, but the guy seemed to be running out of his way, and the standoff lasted for about three minutes, when suddenly a gun came out of the house and fired three random shots into the hallway, and I pulled the trigger almost at the same time, but only fired one.

With a single shot, I hit the sleeve with precision, and with a crisp snap, the pistol flew in response, and at the same time, I jumped to my feet and rushed to the door as fast as I could, intending to take advantage of the short time his pistol was knocked away.

I didn't expect the enemy to be with me, just rushed to the door a black shadow flew out from inside, I didn't hesitate to pull the trigger, before he pounced on me, he had already fired three shots, all of them in his lower abdomen.

The next second, he threw me to the ground, grabbed the wrist of the gun, slammed it into the wall next to me, the pistol flew away, and then a saber stabbed straight down the door in front of me.

I quickly raised my arm to clamp his wrist holding the knife, then grabbed his forearm with my backhand and pushed it up hard, and he pressed down hard, and the tip of the knife was ten centimeters in front of my eyes, trembling slightly against the bridge of my nose.

Only then did I see the appearance of this guy, in his thirties, with a hooked nose, dead fish eyes, a burly body, white skin slightly red from being shot in the lower abdomen, and a hideous face that was unusually distorted due to severe pain, and he looked particularly vicious.

He was also wearing composite body armor, which my pistol bullets couldn't penetrate, and I glanced at his armband, and as expected, it was the symbol of the Hand of God.

In response to the old saying, it's not that enemies don't get together, I just killed two of my comrades-in-arms, and I'm worried that there is no place to spill this bird anger in my chest, and I just took you under the knife today.

"Hand of God bastard, where's your captain Clay?" I asked grimly, leaning against his arm.

"Assassin, I know you, I let you escape last time, and this time I didn't have that much luck!" The guy gritted his teeth and said, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth on my face.

"No, no, no, if I'm not mistaken, it was you shitch who ran away last time." I said with a cold and mocking face.

"You go to die!" He suddenly became angry, and with a roar of rage, his whole body pressed against the hilt of the knife, and pressed down with all his might.

But I sneered, my arm to the left, my head quickly tilted to the right, and the saber stabbed down with great force, and the huge force pierced directly into the concrete floor, and half of the blade sank into the concrete floor, just above my shoulder, next to my left ear.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I jerked my knee up and slammed it into his waist, while my free left hand punched him with his Adam's apple.

The guy wasn't an idle man, and although he couldn't dodge my punch, he suddenly lowered his head to avoid the point, and my punch hit him right in the chin, and at the same time, he gave up his saber stuck in the floor, and resisted my punch, but reached out and grabbed my neck.

I was shocked, and hurriedly grabbed his wrist, struggling frantically, but I couldn't break free from the big iron pincer-like hand, the guy seemed to be crazy, grinning teeth, fierce and vicious, with a terrible expression that would not stop until I was strangled to death.