Carefully removing the small surveillance camera, McDwan slowly held it up in front of his eyes. From the camera's autofocus, there are black gunmen with loaded guns swimming around the three rings of earthen ramparts. There are also gunners in several observable machine gun positions on duty, ready to fire at enemy troops within the firing range and hold back fire.

Outside of the ring, a large area of open space had apparently been cleared, and there were no weeds or shrubs to be seen. Some of the seemingly abrupt mounds of dirt or seemingly immovable rocks were apparently deliberately kept by the defenders of the ring to mark the firing distance and booby trap attackers.

Although almost all of the perimeter of the ring earthen rampart has been cut into an anti-infantry cliff, which seems to have caused a certain amount of shooting blind spots, as long as there are enough grenades or DIY explosive devices, the attackers who risk their lives to plunge into the shooting dead corners will also face explosions and fragments that fall from the sky without dead ends.

Slowly turning the autozoom lens of the reconnaissance camera, McDonn had just focused on the road leading to one of the rings of earth when out of the corner of his eye saw a bush swaying gently in the wind beside the road.

Although it was only a glimpse, there was a strange throbbing in McDwayne's heart, as if there was an invisible devil smiling at him silently under the seemingly inconspicuous bush.

Taking a deep breath, McDwan slowly pointed the lens of the scout camera at the bush that was making his heart throb strangely, carefully adjusting the focus of the scout camera lens with his fingers, so that the bush was magnified to the limit in front of his eyes.

Apparently, the shrub planted next to the road was transplanted from somewhere else. Together with a number of other shrubs of different species, they are used as greenery and to indicate the width of the road, which is arranged in two rows along the winding road. In order to make the transplanted shrub survive better, the soil near the left side of the shrub clearly shows traces of watering. In order to better preserve the water retention after irrigation, some people have carefully formed an irregular ring of sand near the base of the bush.

But on the side of the man-made irregular ring, there was a small mound of earth that was slightly raised. The light shining from the direction of the ring earthen barrier swept over the small earthen barrier, which happened to cause a dark shadow, and completely annihilated the small bulging mound of earth in the darkness.

If there is an experienced sniper hiding in this position, then a large area in front of him will be his observation range and hunting ground. And that includes where you are! Especially relying on the heavy weapons on the ring behind him, this sniper doesn't even have to think about his own safety and retreat, he only needs to preemptively observe the enemy's location, or immediately launch a sniper, or summon the long-range fire that may exist in the ring behind him, and he can put himself to death in a very short time!

Suddenly, McDwan suddenly had the long-awaited feeling of shivering when he was secreting adrenaline in full force, and even the hairs behind his ears stood on end in an instant.

Trying his best to slow down his breathing, McDwan moved the sniper rifle he was holding in his arms to a position suitable for sniping almost inch by inch, and then carefully put away the reconnaissance camera in his hand, and after opening the safety with his thumb, he gently pinched the bolt and pulled it up slowly.

Although the long distance and the noise coming from the direction of the ring of earth would definitely make the sniper lurking on the left side of the bush unable to hear the sound of his own bolt, McDwan still maintained absolute caution and caution, pulling the bolt to load it at an extremely slow speed, and then slowly brought his eyes to the sight, and his right cheek was gently pressed against the position of the cheek rest.

The slightly raised fine particles on the cheek rest made of strong plastic made McDwayne feel an almost imperceptible coolness on his face, which made McDwan wake up even more. After adjusting his breathing to the most relaxing rhythm for himself, McDwan quickly entered a state similar to meditation, and even his visual ability seemed to improve slightly.

From the sight, there were already several inconspicuous cracks above the small mound of dirt, and it looked like the sniper who was hiding in the mound of dirt did not breathe heavily, leaving traces on the mound of dirt covering his body due to the unconsciously undulating of his body. In front of the mound, a U-shaped flat opening stands out. The dirt near the left of the opening also showed a slight sign of hardening, apparently due to the sniper's breath exhaling from the sniper's breath hidden in the mound, causing the otherwise loose soil to form a slight buildup.

McDun, who slowly pulled the trigger and pre-pressed the trigger to the pre-firing state, smiled silently.......

Every sniper, even if he or she makes countless adjustments to his camouflage and combat methods, will always leave a trace of inherent habits. And this sniper, who uses light and shadow and the surface environment to hide, has a little bit of the same subtlety as the stealth mode used by the sniper he once faced in Tawi. Obviously, the opponent who once left himself with an unsolvable problem is now under his own gun!

Just pull the trigger, and the unsolvable problem will naturally disappear!

All you need to do is pull the trigger finger and use a little bit of force.......

Suddenly, McDwan once again felt the thrill of omnipotence on the battlefield. It's been a long time since the battle in Tawi City, but at this moment, this intoxicating thrill of control once again filled McDun's body.

Smiling and slowly releasing the finger that had pre-pressed the trigger to its pre-firing state, McDwan silently muttered to himself, "Look....... I'll let you go! To me, you are no longer a vital opponent on the battlefield, you are just a piece of flesh and blood that I can take at any time at my gun! I'll let you go....... Because you're not worth a penny! ”

In a silent muttering to himself, McDwan slowly took the sniper rifle into his carrying position and grabbed the reconnaissance camera in his hand again. Perhaps wanting to feel the pleasure of being a battlefield operator again, McDonn smiled a little narrowly and refocused the lens of the reconnaissance camera on the mound of dirt that he had been targeting......