A man walks in the sky, pointing a gun at the earth, chasing his soul and killing his life.

No matter where the other party is, you can see it clearly from a high vantage point.

The encirclement and suppression method of "the sky surrounds the ground ......" made Alexander and others full of emotion.

It's no wonder they didn't expect it, they really didn't think about it at all, using ordinary guns is too inefficient for them.

On the contrary, Mo Qian, this kind of coquettish routine doesn't need to be thought about at all, and it is automatically on standby in his mind.

Because as early as in training, he thought about it.

Cloud sniping is practiced by everyone, but everyone only practices sniping, the efficiency of other guns is too low, one out of ten shots, you have to practice to the top ten with a hit rate of eight or ninety, that is too harsh, even if it is a member of the club, it is difficult, Taaffe stone training for ten years is about the same.

But for Mo Qian, it is the same with any gun......

So as soon as I found out about this situation, I immediately thought of using distance to be invincible and solve the predicament.

The first thing he relieved was the pressure on Chris's position, and almost all the enemies who were close to the crash site were killed, and even those who were not dead were forced away.

Mo Qian alone attracted almost all the enemies, and even if others did not fight him, the enemies had to pay attention to the sky from time to time and hide themselves in case they were hit by Mo Qian.

However, this place is too open, this section of the stream is three kilometers wide, and the rocks have a cover function on the ground at most, and in the face of the blow of the sky, it is completely exposed.

The enemy chose this place because he originally wanted to defeat the Blue and White Society with his firepower superiority, because in the particularly complex terrain, the people of the Blue and White Society could defeat thousands of them even if they had more than a dozen people with their personal skills.

Therefore, in this kind of place where there is no danger to defend, no matter how much the members show off, there is no room for show.

But what did he think, but he encountered such a freak as Mo Qian, who wantonly killed and injured their people outside their range, and most of them couldn't fight back at all.

The sky surrounded the ground, and their team was in full view, and being alone made them suffer heavy losses.

Neither rockets nor ordinary firearms can pose a threat to the poor, and there are less than ten snipers who can fight back against the poor.

But Mo Qian is too flexible, constantly jumping in the sky, and his position is erratic.

"Bang!"

A sniper who didn't hit the ink poor was shot in the head on the spot, sending chills down the tattoo boss's heart.

"What's going on, why can't you kill him?" the tattooed boss asked on the communicator.

The tattoo boss didn't expect their snipers to be so useless, the ten snipers hidden everywhere were not as good as the other party, the two sides sniped each other for a long time, Mo Qian was the same as no one, and they died four snipers.

It's just another gun, the sniper rifle is either you dead or I live, the other party doesn't even have a bunker, and the distance is enough, why can't you kill him, and let him kill back?

One of the snipers said bitterly, "Boss, I'...... I'm already aiming for him, but I feel ......"

"Why don't you kill you?" the tattooed boss exclaimed.

"I'm not sure, No. 3, No. 6, No. 8, No. 9 are all dead with one shot, as long as this shot misses, he will find out the location, and then he will be killed before he has time to transfer. The sniper said, apparently the failure of four brothers in a row had put the rest of the snipers under pressure and not being confident in their marksmanship.

Several snipers who were counter-killed, many of them had the best marksmanship, but one shot did not kill Mo Qian, but was killed by an instant response to a shot.

It is conceivable that the snipers who thought they were sure of the blow did not hit Mo Qian at all, but instead exposed themselves.

So much so that these six snipers are left, leading but not firing, aiming but not shooting. It is enough to know that this shot is hit, and if it is not hit, he will not have a chance to fire a second shot at all, or even run away.

They looked at the figure of Mo Qian jumping up and down in the scope, flickering left and right, even if they aimed well, they also felt that they were not afraid that they would die if they shot down?

Hearing that his sniper was so unconfident, the tattooed leader's face turned pale.

"Do you ten guys win against him?" the tattooed boss frowned.

The sniper hiding in various places said bitterly: "This can't be regarded as a sniper at all......"

"Huh?" the tattoo boss was stunned.

"Because he's using a pistol......," the snipers said in a terrified tone.

The tattooed boss was shocked, and the pistol? With ten of you snipers, sniping at a man with a pistol, and four of them were killed, and the other six didn't dare to shoot?

Using a pistol at such a high place? What's the difference between throwing a pen and throwing a pen?

"No, ordinary members of the club definitely don't have this kind of marksmanship! Could it be the top guns fighting gods of the Blue and White Society?" the tattoo boss said in horror.

The other leaders were puzzled: "How is it possible? We are just attacking an intern team, how can there be such a big guy? Most of them are not even regular members!"

Soon the sniper also said: "No, the other party is very young, it should be ...... It should be just one of the interns. ”

The tattoo boss said in despair: "Again...... Another demon...... Why? Why is the Blue and White Society always full of talents?"

They know too well the advantage of range, how important the advantage of range of attack is in a war.

Nearly 1,000 people were pressed to the ground and encircled, and they could not fight back at this time, but could only watch the team brought by heavy casualties, and people were constantly being terminated by a bullet flying in.

If you don't kill Mo Qian, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Since it's a pistol, the blast shield must be useful, I'll have someone send it to you right away!" said the tattooed leader, commanding the rebels with blast shields and running towards the snipers.

At the same time, he also placed a shield-bearer guard by his side.

"Shoot, no matter what, we must kill him, and let him continue to fight like this, and the morale of the rabble we brought will collapse. The tattoo boss growled.

Among the 1,000 people, most of them are rebel forces they have planted in Ethiopia, and they were once nothing more than a bunch of poor people who dared to rebel with a few guns.

The slogans are lofty, but they are all patchwork, but in fact they are a group of bandits, many of whom are just a rabble, many of them with fake gun models made of wood, who dare to ransack the city.

Although they have been secretly nurtured and cultivated by their Creator Bishopric, they have been used by them, and they have a full range of weapons and a small amount of training.

But they are still useless, and the situation could collapse at any moment.

Of course, the snipers are obviously the real own people of the Order, and unlike those chess pieces, they are not afraid of death, they are afraid that death is worthless.

At this moment, the number ten sniper aimed at Mo Qiao, but his fingers were unusually heavy on the trigger.

He didn't shoot for a long time, and even when the blast shield was delivered, he felt insecure.

Because the headset kept ringing the sound of teammates being counter-killed, the figure in the scope was holding a huge black sniper rifle in one hand and a pistol in the other, and the two guns were firing at the ground in a line.

Mo Qian was still alive and kicking under being sniped from all angles. And the teammates were all sent to the explosion-proof shield protection, why did they still die?

He didn't know why his powerful teammates didn't hit, did they dodge?

"Two, how are you, two?"

"Five, did you shoot?"

The sniper kept checking on his teammates, only to find that all of his teammates were dead, all of them dying after a single shot.

It's as if firing a shot is not sniping the one in the sky, but developing a command gun to let the other party snipe themselves.

"I'm the only one left...... "When the sniper was sure that the other snipers were dead, even though the scope was nine points certain, he was unusually pessimistic.

At this moment, he felt like a rabbit in the wilderness where there was not even a crack in the ground, and he was about to stupidly shout at the eagle in the sky: Here I am!

It's okay not to shoot this shot, you can still survive for a while, and if you fire this shot, you will be directly targeted by death.

Do you want to shoot? I always feel like I'm sending ......

"Hey, he's eating candy?" Suddenly, Sniper Ten waited patiently and found an opportunity.

He saw Mo Qian stop in the sky, and was jumping in place to stuff a large sugar pill into his mouth. They still have some knowledge of the situation of the Blue and White Society, and know that this is what they need to go to heaven.

"Good chance! He stopped his previous evasive maneuver!"

The opportunity was fleeting, and he knew that this might be his only chance, and the other party didn't jump left and right in the air!

"Bang!" Without hesitation, he fired this shot in an instant!

He was 100% sure of this shot: I didn't expect it, did I think the snipers were all cleared by you? No...... I haven't shot yet!

"Did you hit?" the sniper fired the shot, immediately seeing through the scope......

Mo Qian was still jumping around, and because of this shot, he turned the muzzle of the gun and aimed at him.

Suddenly, he smelled death.

"Oh ...... open"

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