Stooping to dodge the bullets that came from the window, Pan Guan scurried like an agile groundhog to a room on the second floor, and with great skill pulled out a narrow wooden box from under the cabinet near the door.

Licking his lips greedily, Pan Guan neatly lifted the lid of the wooden box and carefully pulled out a firearm that looked like an MK11-0 sniper rifle from the wooden box. Reaching out and stroking the obviously hand-modified anti-skid lines on the butt, and then looking at the competition-grade barrel with six reinforced metal ridges attached, Pan Guan couldn't help but say to himself with joy: "No wonder Fried Liver is so nervous about his baby...... If I change it, I can't even bear to let people know that I have such a baby! ”

As if to remind Pan Guan that he was on the battlefield now, a stray bullet whizzed and hit the wall above Pan Guan's head. After being hit by a bullet, the sand and gravel scattered scattered only hit Pan Guan's scalp.

Involuntarily shrinking his neck, Pan Guan reached out and grabbed a handful of bullets and two magazines from the wooden box, rolled all the way behind leaning on the table on the side of the room, and quickly loaded the bullets into the magazine with his hands and feet.

Perhaps because no one was seen shooting back in the room on the second floor, the soldier ant mercenaries outside the small building poured most of their firepower towards the doors and windows on the first floor. The bullets that hit the windows on the second floor were almost all stray bullets from the indiscriminate strafing of the mercenaries.

Pricking up his ears to listen to the direction of the gunshots outside the house, Pan Guan already had a rough judgment in his heart about the firepower distribution of the soldiers and mercenaries outside the small building after filling the two magazines.

With his back against the wooden table, Pan Guan pushed the wooden table to the middle of the room, then reached out and grabbed a pillow from the dusty bed on the side of the room, pressed it into the half bucket of water in the room and soaked it for a while, and then threw the wet pillow on the table.

Breaking the bipod under the gun, Pan Guan pulled the bolt to push the bullet to load, and his eyes had already looked from the sight to a Toyota pickup truck not far from Xiaolou.

Out of absolute distrust of the shelter of buildings, one of the snipers in the mercenaries wisely chose the relatively strong position at the front of the Toyota pickup truck as his sniper bunker.

Perhaps he had a firm grasp of the attack target, but the sniper armed with an SVD sniper rifle did not deliberately hide his figure, and did not even follow the iron law that snipers often switch sniper positions, but just shot at the position of the tongue of fire in the small building one after another, regardless of the possible counterfire against the sniper in the small building.

The weather was very hot, and there was not a trace of wind passing by, which made Pan Guan completely unnecessary to calculate the impact of humidity and wind direction on the trajectory. What's more, with a firing distance of less than 300 meters, it is impossible for a modified sniper special projectile to have too much ballistic deviation.

Steadily aiming the T-scale in his sight at the gleeful soldier sniper, Pan Guan gently pulled the trigger. At the moment when the muzzle air flow hit the wet pillow under the muzzle of the gun and suddenly collapsed, Pan Guan had already held the sniper rifle in his arms and sat on the ground!

Without checking the effect of his sniping, Pan Guan stretched out his arm to remove the wet pillow from the table, and slumped towards another room on the second floor. By the time Pan Guan had just left the room, a sniper rifle bullet had already whizzed, hitting the table top and splashing dust on the walls. Even the wooden table top was scorched with a long scorched mark by the bullets that came at it!

Despite facing away from the direction of the wooden table, Pan Guan still felt the bullet that was coming quickly and with a clear purpose. Stopping his march forward, Pan Guan retreated lightly back to the room where he had just shot, and rested his wet pillow on the table again.

Reaching out and touching the scorch marks on the table, and then looking back at the bullet inlaid in the obvious bullet hole in the wall, Pan Guan squinted his eyes and looked at the direction of the scorch marks a few times, and suddenly found that the roof of a three-story building pointed to by the scorch marks flashed a slight reflection.

After a little hesitation, Pan Guan climbed to the side of the table, opened a few drawers regardless of it, and took out a mirror used to check the rifling inside the chamber and a roll of ultra-high adhesive tape used to fix explosives, carefully fixed the mirror on a section of the table, and turned the mirror the size of a mung bean towards the outside of the window.

Gently pressing the bright microflashlight switch on the mirror, Pan Guan crawled towards another room with a sniper rifle in his arms again, pulled out two live bricks from a waist-high position in the corner of the room, and aimed the gun through the preset shooting hole in the wall towards the building where the flash had just been seen. Almost at the same time that Pan Guan had just finished aiming at the gun, there was already a metallic sound in the next room when the anti-speculum was knocked away by a bullet!

Without looking at the roof of the building, which was still shining, Pan Guan aimed at a half-cut curtain in the middle of the three-story building, which was blown outward by the air waves of bullets flying by, and pulled the trigger steadily. With the air flow brought by the whistling bullets, the curtains suddenly fluttered towards the house, and Pan Guan suddenly leaned back, alternating elbows and heels, and crawled backwards to exit the firing position!

Bullets rained down, and in an instant, the ground floor of a small building moved to the second floor. In the blink of an eye, all the window sashes on the second floor had been knocked down by bullets, and the sturdy concrete bricks had also been smashed into thousands of holes, and several places were even hit by dense bullets into holes the size of baskets!

Dodging the rain of bullets, Pan Guan rolled down the stairs to the ground floor in disgrace. Before he could stand firmly, Pan Guan had already shouted at Tang Guoming and Bao Lei, who were guarding the perforation of live bricks by the window or on the wall: "Be careful! They definitely have snipers too! It must be a veteran oiler hired by soldier ants! ”

According to the gun, several soldier ant mercenaries who showed their bodies in the open space outside the window fired a long shot, and Bao Lei, who had not stopped the blood on his ears, shouted: "If you are driven down, don't talk nonsense!" Where did the soldier ant get the money to hire a veteran oil sniper? ”

After rolling and crawling to a live brick hole, Pan Guan scanned the location of the sniper that might be hidden in his line of sight, and replied urgently: "How do I know this?" I killed two snipers, one of whom was supposed to be fed with bullets by the soldier ants themselves, and he had good marksmanship but no sense of sniper combat at all. The other must have been professionally trained in sniping and actually knew how to set reflective traps! ”

Rickets leaned over and shifted the firing position, and Bao Lei fired a long shot from the gun again: "You killed both of them?" So how do you know there are still snipers? ”

Putting his finger on the trigger of the sniper rifle, Pan Guan's eyes did not let go of any position that might hide the sniper: "The counterattack fire came too quickly, there must have been a sniper communicating with the battlefield commander of the soldier ants!" Again...... Didn't you hear the gunfire of those foreigners in our store getting thinner and thinner? They are all veterans of the battle, and the shooting positions they choose are very tricky, and they make use of all the original preset blocking positions in our store! If it weren't for the snipers sniping at them, relying on the soldiers and ants, it would never have been possible to cause such a big deal in such a short period of time! ”

Tumbling and rushing to the small door between the shop and the kitchen, Bao Lei glanced into the store through the gap under the curtain, and his face suddenly changed color: "There are five left, all of them are colored...... Now there are four left! ”

Standing up suddenly, Tang Guoming ran sideways while shooting a series of staggered long and short shot combinations out of the window: "The soldiers are looking at the people in the armored car who were captured by these foreign mercenaries!" Therefore, their sniper fire always hit the gate of the store, and they were afraid that after the foreign mercenaries regained control of the armored car, they would take the captured person and forcibly break through, or even directly kill the person they captured! ”

Holding Tang Guoming's shooting interval tightly, Bao Lei also made the same lateral run to block the shot: "Then let's take down that armored car?" ”

Sighing slightly, Pan Guan sighed in a low voice: "My beloved Lord Bao, are you worried that you will not die fast enough?" From the entrance of the lobby to the armored car, there is a full fifteen meters of open space! Even a rookie with a sniper rifle will have time to shoot you more than three times! ”

Anxiously changing the AK74U in his hand to another drum, Bao Lei angrily swept out of the window and pulled out a fan: "Then we will wait for the soldiers to drown us alive?!" Pan Guan, hurry up and kill the sniper of the soldier ants! ”

Although there was no nervous look on his face, Pan Guan's voice already carried a bit of obvious anxiety: "But I can't fucking see where the rest of the snipers are?!" I'm just an accurate shooter! Unless you come back from frying liver, it is possible to say goodbye to the sniper of the soldier ants! ”

A hint of anger flashed in his eyes, Bao Lei rolled violently to the cabinet that had been almost beaten into a hornet's nest by bullets, and reached out to lift a stone slab under the cabinet that seemed to be exactly the same color as the ground: "Snipers are awesome, aren't they?" Lao Tzu doesn't believe it! ”

Turning his head to look at the neatly stacked explosives in the hole under the stone slab, Pan Guan's face couldn't help but change greatly: "Master Bao, don't go crazy!" All of your stocks are improved plastic ten explosives, and if we really use them, our building will be destroyed, and then we will all be buried alive! ”

Reaching out and fishing out a few metal round cans tied together from the hole, the grim smile on Bao Lei's face was full of bloodthirsty excitement: "If I don't blow him up, I will smoke these bastards to death - put on gas masks!" ”

Hurriedly took over the gas mask thrown by Bao Lei, and before Pan Guan could speak, a series of heavy shots unique to .50 caliber machine guns suddenly came from outside the small building, but he didn't feel the vibration unique to the small building when a large-caliber bullet hit the small building. Listening to the gunshots with obvious regularity at intervals, Pan Guan suddenly became overjoyed: "It's a big worker!" Except for him, no one in this place can beat the .50 caliber machine gun out of Morse code! ”

Breathing out without a trace, Tang Guoming quickly fired a series of long shots at the chaotic soldier ant mercenaries outside the window: "Tell Dagong that there are snipers of soldier ants outside, let him be careful!" ”

Hurriedly took a military signal whistle from the side of the stove with a wear mark and brought it to his mouth, Pan Guan held back his strength and blew out a series of rhythmic partridge chirps. The .50 caliber machine gun, which should have been crying with the partridge and showing its might, once again gave Tang Guoming and others feedback with the rhythm of Morse code: "The sniper and soldier ant battlefield commanders have been cleared, concentrated firepower, and prepared for a counterattack!" ”

With a cruel smile, he threw the irritating smoke grenade in his hand back into the hole, and Bao Lei grabbed a grenade launcher from the hole: "The tiger is not powerful, and he still treats Lao Tzu as a sick cat!" This time, let you thoroughly understand what it means to bomb BI operations! ”