In the dark of night, the reconnaissance camera with auto-zoom and dimming allowed McDwan to easily see all the details on the target mound, even the few bush blades that fell above the mound. And the tiny cracks scattered above the mound made McDwan see it clearly.

Moving the camera in satisfaction, McDwan turned his attention to the road with shallow rutted marks after making sure that the sniper lurking under the mound didn't notice his presence.

Apparently in order to ensure that the road is in good condition, the gravel paved along the entire road is carefully leveled and sprinkled with enough water in extremely dry weather conditions to allow the gravel to mix effectively with the wind-swept soil. After the wheels are rolled and manually repaired, the pavement of the whole road has been hardened and solidified enough to easily avoid the ruts of up to half a meter deep on the roads common in Africa, and there will be no dust due to the passing of vehicles.

Silently lamenting that the people who built this highway were so willing to spend money, McDwan just wanted to carefully determine what type of vehicle the ruts on the road were, but a strange feeling suddenly surged in his heart......

Something seems wrong?

Slowly moving the detection camera, McDwan continued to observe the rut marks on the road, but at the same time, he was re-examining everything that the other party had just observed. But after a dozen seconds, McDwayn's hairs stood on end, and the gravel surface of the road had obviously been sprinkled and compacted more than once. In such an operation, the water sprayed on the road surface cannot be completely absorbed in a short period of time, and it will certainly flow along the slope of the road in the direction of the shrubs planted on the side of the road.

The irregular circular earth barrier formed by the artificial repair around the shrubs will naturally disperse the water left on the roadside and soak the soil on both sides of the road, thus causing a certain degree of soil compaction!

So...... Why didn't the dirt on the small mound where the sniper was hiding appear to be noticeably hardened?

An experienced sniper will never allow his disguise to be so distinct from the surrounding terrain when hiding his location!

So......

It's a fake goal!

A false target for the opponent and for the opponent to think he has a plan!

It's like the camouflage cloth that appeared in Tawi!

Without the slightest hesitation, McDwan didn't even bother to put the reconnaissance camera back into the bag on his chest, and the elbows supporting his body had begun to slowly exert force, so that his whole body was like a fat worm, slowly retreating towards the ridge line. At the moment when his body moved slowly, McDwayne's eyes looked at the location around the false target that might be hiding his opponent with a little panic.

Obviously, if it wasn't for Fang himself who stopped the attack, then he who had now revealed his position would have ushered in a whistling bullet. So...... Where will the shooter be?!

Is it behind another extraordinarily lush bush close to the road?

Is it near a few inconspicuous-looking stones?

Still is.......

Almost subconsciously, McDwayne's eyes were on the 30-degree angle to the left of the ridge line where he was - if he wanted to use the mound as bait to attract peeps to expose, then the best reverse hunting position should be on the ridge line almost parallel to him. In other words, you and the sniper who set up the decoy trap may only be a few hundred meters away from each other!

Suddenly stopping his retreat, McDwan tried his best to calm his breathing, and like a moth eager to emerge from a cocoon, he slowly unfastened the camouflage cloth on his shoulders and carefully slipped out from under the camouflage cloth.

The newly arrived digital camouflage suit and the lightweight camouflage net attached to the digital camouflage uniform provide excellent camouflage in the dark night, making the curled McDwan look like a tumbleweed that has not grown too much. Shaking his body slightly, McDwan tried to imitate the way tumbleweeds swing in the breeze, and with a slight swing of his body, he slowly turned the muzzle of the rifle in the carrying position to the left of the ridge line.

As McDwan had expected, in sight, something that looked like a slab-like rock appeared crookedly in a small gravel beach. Judging from the length of the slab-like rock, it should have been a sniper staring intently at the location of the bait trap below the ridge ridge. Perhaps in order to clear the shooting boundary, in the longitudinal front of the plate-like rock, there was a small flat area of less than fifty square centimeters, and there was no gravel.

But....... Does this seem like an obvious flaw?

If you choose such a sniper position, then you would rather find a way to fix the gravel relatively and at the same time clear a shooting channel that is enough for shooting, rather than clean such a large and clean area?

Could this be another bait trap?

Taking a deep breath with difficulty, McDwan tried to calm his mind, but the constant flow of thoughts from his head prevented him from making quick decisions!

Should you risk revealing your location and shoot at that most likely target to prove that your judgment is still accurate? Or should we be more careful and make a 100 percent judgment before deciding whether to shoot or leave quietly?

For a moment, McDon even had a strange thought in his mind - maybe he really should have an observer?!

Although the deployment of the observer is very conflicting with his lone wolf hunting habits, when encountering such an indecisive situation, at least let the observer be used as his own live bait to ensure that his sniping is still accurate?

With so many thoughts in his head, the fingers on the trigger guard of the sniper rifle no longer seem to be as steady as they usually are. After swallowing hard, McDwan closed his eyes in pain, and after a few seconds of pause, he slowly retreated below the ridge and faded into the inky night......

Under the evening breeze, time passed as if it was being blown by the evening breeze. When the lights in the three rings of earth gradually dimmed, and even the construction site was no longer so noisy, less than 100 meters to the right of McDairn's hiding place, Gu Weisu's voice suddenly came from a narrow gap under a weathered rock: "The target is out of my sight!" Request confirmation! ”

In just a moment's effort, a four-rotor light reconnaissance drone painted black had quietly swept over Gu Weisu's head like a bloodsucking mosquito unique to Africa. From the communicator worn by Gu Weisu, Fu Xiaofei's obviously nervous voice also came: "The target is gone....... We've retreated beyond the ring of caution we've set up! ”