"That's because you've seen too few snipers." I snorted dismissively.

"Have you ever seen a sniper better than a seagull? Introduce one to me. The guy said unconvinced.

"Of course I did, and there was more than one!" I curled the corners of my mouth, revealing a faint sneer, the Grim Reaper and I are two people, and this distance can also be done by estimating the crosshair.

At this time, another member of the team smiled and said: "I heard that you Caesar is the world's No. 1 mercenary, and no one has been able to replace you for many years, you are so powerful, do you have any secret weapons?" Tell us about it! ”

"There are no secret weapons, everything is based on strength." I said lightly, naturally revealing a master's demeanor.

"Strength? The sniper you just said is more powerful than the seagull, can't it be your Caesar's? The guy clearly didn't believe my words and looked at me with a skeptical expression.

Looking at his unconvinced look, I smiled slightly and asked, "What is the longest distance for a seagull to snipe a target?" ”

"17oo meters, with anti-materiel sniper rifles, this record has been held in our army for a year, and no one has been able to cross it until now." When they mentioned this, the team members were proud, as if no one could do this kind of thing except seagulls.

"Do you have anti-materiel weapons here?" I asked casually.

"Of course, what are you asking for, do you want to try it?" The team member asked, confused.

"If you're afraid that the seagull's record will be broken, I can give up!" I shrugged my shoulders and said indifferently, the barracks have always believed in strength, and it is useless to tell them more, if I don't show it, they will always think that I am bragging, and it is just this opportunity to get Caesar and my face back.

Several team members looked at each other, and one of them asked tentatively, "Are you sure you want to do this?" ”

"What's not to do? I'm just a nobody in Caesar's mercenaries, and if I can't, let our sniper show you next time, he's much better at marksmanship than I am. I smiled lightly and said indifferently.

"You're not a sniper?" The guy looked at me in surprise.

"Sort of, but not the best." I replied lightly.

Several people stopped talking, exchanged glances with each other, and one of them turned around and ran towards the tent, and after a short time, he walked back with a TAC5O anti-materiel sniper rifle.

"That's how the Seagull used this gun to kill a terrorist 17oo meters away, do you really want to try?" The team member walked up to me and asked.

I nodded, and took this tac5o, this kind of gun I am familiar with, this is the Grim Reaper's anti-materiel sniper rifle, which I often steal to target.

"In Operation Monty Python, the last of the Afghan war, there was a sniper from Canada who sniped the enemy 24oo meters away with this anti-materiel weapon, so the Seagull's record of 17oo meters is not worth showing off at all." I unloaded the magazine and said lightly as I checked the bullets inside.

Several members of the team looked at each other, but no one spoke, I checked the bullet, snapped it back, then pulled the bolt sharply, the bullet was loaded, and then turned my head to look at the top of the hill in the distance, where there were three small trees, the middle one was relatively thin, and it looked only as thick as a wrist, with the power of an anti-materiel sniper rifle, it was enough to break with a single shot.

I raised my gun and tested the distance with the scope, which itself has a rangefinder function, 19oo meters, which is just enough to kill the record set by the seagulls.

I lay on the ground and opened the tripod, trying to lock on the target, suddenly the angle was not right, I got up and looked left and right, turned around and moved the two sandbags stacked together, propped the tripod on the sandbag, the butt of the gun against the shoulder, the right eye close to the scope, observed the target, and then nodded with satisfaction.

A member of the team on the side immediately took out a rangefinder, they are all masters, and they can judge the target to shoot by the angle of the muzzle, and when they see the data showing 19oo meters, they unconsciously show a look of surprise.

I lay on the ground, holding the sniper rifle in my hand, took a deep breath, my eyes instantly became extremely sharp, my breathing gradually stabilized, and my fingers slightly adjusted the magnification of the scope to make the target clearer.

Instead of firing immediately, I closed my eyes and felt the change in the wind, and after a few moments, I picked up a dry blade of grass and threw it into the sky, watching the direction and degree of its fall, the corners of my mouth moving slightly, revealing a confident smile.

Locking on to the target again, the whole person was motionless as if petrified, and after half a sound, he whispered softly in his mouth: "The distance is 19oo meters, the wind is southwest, the wind is 2 meters in seconds, and you can shoot." ”

Just when those special combat members thought I was going to give up, "Bang! A piercing gunshot rang out, and I finally pulled the trigger, and the spinning bullet pierced the air and shot straight towards the top of the mountain.

In the scope, the small tree shook violently, was interrupted by the waist, and the upper part flew out and fell on the hillside.

Call! I breathe a sigh of strength, the corners of my mouth outline a chuckle, using a large-caliber anti-materiel weapon to snipe the target is enjoyable, if it is an enemy, it is estimated that the upper body will be gone, but unfortunately this weapon is easy to expose the position, unless there are special circumstances, otherwise it is not used much.

I stood up with a sniper rifle, looked at the stunned special combat soldiers, smiled slightly, threw the gun into one person's arms, and said lightly: "The gun is good, it is very easy to use." ”

After speaking, I put on a lonely look, turned around and walked towards the tent with my hands behind my back, and walked towards the tent in all directions, not to mention the smugness in my heart, and finally found face, I want to see, who dares to underestimate us Caesar this time.

I remember the first time I saw the wolf, he said, even if we meet the British SAS, we are enough to compete, although Israel's "most 13" is famous all over the world, but it is not enough to suppress Caesar, this time it is all honest, seeing their surprised looks, I can't help but be excited.

I was walking forward, and when I looked up, the Major appeared not far away, looking at me with interest over his shoulders, and although I couldn't see his expression clearly, I must have been very surprised, and perhaps regretted that he had looked down on me in the first place.

As the saying goes, "happiness begets sorrow" In order to save face, I showed my strength in front of these elite special combat soldiers, although I was a big bull competition, but I also got into trouble because of it.

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