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Iva has no advanced chemical foundation, only a half-hung kobold alchemist. There is no related machinery and equipment, which leads to the fact that the bullet needs to be completely handmade, and the value of a single bullet is as high as an outrageous 50 gold coins each!

After the first bullet is handmade, it goes through a series of tests until it is shot out of the chamber. At Locke's request, the goblins improved the bullet countless times until it could be fired smoothly from the sniper rifle without damaging the firearm.

Now, the goblins are starting to build machines for mass production of this bullet.

If it weren't for the meticulous work of Locke as a kobold alchemist and mage, these bullets would not have been made even if Locke had the money. With the current progress of the goblins, it is still difficult to mass-produce bullets.

As a result, only a handful of sniper teams are equipped with such sniper rifles and bullets.

The snipers trained with this ammunition have also become the treasures of the southern theater of operations.

And every time the goblins came to ask for money, Locke always glanced at it and waved it widely. In fact, his heart was dripping blood. Now he can understand the feelings of those scientific research institutions when they ask their superiors for scientific research funds every year.

This is something that ordinary people can't play at all!

At this time, Mark happened to see the two nobles get up and leave, leaving his target behind.

Mark took a deep breath, then looked at the moon above the sky and whispered, "May Elune bless you." ”

Then he slowly pushed the bullet onto the chamber of the gun and pulled away the hammer. The right eye rests on the precision scope, firmly locked onto White's head.

It was a fine evening tonight, and the white lady in the sky gracefully sprinkled her light all over the grass, and countless stars around her twinkled and twinkled.

Mark looked through the scope at the perimeter of the meadow, and around the meadow, the noble heraldic flags were planted to decorate it. A breeze blows on it, and flags wave in the wind.

These flags were actually placed by agents lurking in Viscount White's house, so that Mark could see the magnitude of the flag's swing and determine the wind speed.

According to an old hunter who taught Mark to shoot, the wind speed is the most important factor in the accuracy of shooting. If you need to hit the target accurately, you need to take the wind speed into account and adjust the amplitude of the shot.

"The wind speed... It's about level 3 and it should be a breeze. Mark looked carefully at the flag waving in the wind with his right eye, and whispered in his mouth.

He was a little unsure, and it was a bit difficult for him, a beginner to shoot, to calculate the speed of the wind.

However, this was not a problem, Mark clearly remembered what the old hunter said, "If the wind is strong, or you can't calculate the wind speed, then you can wait for the wind to stop." We in Lordaeron have a subtropical climate and don't blow the wind all the time. ”

Mark was not in a hurry, he patiently aimed the 'ten' in the middle of the scope at White, while patiently looking at the corner of the small flag exposed in the territory.

In the breeze, the flag rose and fell, and Mark looked at it while whispering softly, "Stop... Stop... Stop..."

Soon a fine bead of sweat appeared on Mark's head, and he was lying on the floor of the watchtower like a statue, his right eye staring at the scope and not moving.

At this moment, Viscount White stood up in the scope and shouted something loudly towards the position where the two nobles had left.

Viscount White sat alone on the grass, where he had been waiting for a long time, and Ruel and Christian had not yet returned. He couldn't help but get a little impatient, he stood up and shouted at the place where the two had left.

"Hey! You two! Is the kidneys deficient?! Not coming back yet?! ”

And at this moment, the surrounding flags stopped waving all at once, and the wind stopped!

The chirping of insects in the meadow, the sound of the servants cleaning up around them, and the cries of nightingales were all gone. There was a sudden silence all around, as if all the sounds between heaven and earth had disappeared.

White was stunned for a moment, and a deep fear rose from the deepest part of his heart, as if a black hand had suddenly grasped his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

A fine layer of sweat instantly rose on his bald head, and he immediately looked around in some panic, wanting to know where this inexplicable fear came from.

And when his gaze swept over the watchtower used to protect him in the distance, he suddenly felt a wave of fear in his heart, although he didn't know why, but he felt that the thing that threatened him must have come from there.

He opened his mouth, ready to call out to his private soldiers, to come and protect himself.

And on the watchtower, Mark coldly spat out two words, "Fire!" ”

"Bang!"

The gun slammed backwards, slamming into Mark's shoulder armor. Immediately after, a deafening gunshot rang out, through which the muzzle of the gun rang out in the direction of the watchtower, echoing in the silent night sky.

A beautiful red light burst from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullet whizzed, rushing out, flying out at a speed that the human eye could not see, and headed straight for Viscount White.

Viscount White saw a red light flash from the watchtower, and then vanished. Immediately after, he felt a piercing pain rise from his forehead, and his forehead was hit hard, and the whole person flew upside down.

In an instant, Viscount White felt like his whole body was flying, like a rootless leaf fluttering in the wind. Before he could even scream, a boundless darkness had surged up, completely engulfing his consciousness.

At this time, the sound of gunfire had just arrived.

"Smack!" Like fireworks at the Winter Veil, Mark could clearly see White's forehead explode like a watermelon.

Then he let out a soft breath and said in a deep voice, "Right on the target." ”

But that's not all.

He quickly pulled the bolt and withdrew the cartridge casing, placing it in his pocket. A second bullet was inserted into the chamber.

Mark raised his gun again, aiming at where White had fallen just now. He saw a man lying motionless on the grass head-on. He did not hesitate, holding the barrel of the gun with his left hand, pulling the trigger with his right hand, and pressing the butt of the gun with his cheek, he whispered again, "Aim at the target, prepare to shoot!" ”

"Fire!"

Another flash of fire flashed, and the bullet flying in the air was like a fast-flying firefly, burrowing into the body of the man who had fallen to the ground.

Under the tremendous inertia, the corpse of the man on the ground twitched, and then remained motionless again.

Mark quickly picked up the third bullet, quickly loaded it into the chamber, calmly aimed at the corpse on the ground, and fired another shot.

The bullet whistled out again, and then burrowed accurately into the corpse on the ground, tearing through the muscles and skin, burrowing into his internal organs, and even into the grass.

Then, Mark quietly lay on the watchtower, observing the figure more than 100 meters away, to confirm whether the target was dead.

According to the tutorial of the Secret Service Academy, no matter what kind of target, once it needs to be solved by the sniper team. Then three shots must be taken! After three shots, it was enough. Because in this world, holy light, life energy, and even some elemental and magical energy can heal injuries, and this is also done just in case, once the person does not die?

When the first shots rang off, everyone in the manor realized what it was. In their minds, there is only one thing that has such a big movement.

No one realized that it was an act of assassination from a distance.

In Lordaeron's history, assassination attempts have been done at best, to find some killer organization, to find those thieves to kill their targets at close range.

There has never been a sniper record this far away.

The privates and servants in White Manor, thinking it was just a fireworks, looked up one after another, trying to find the magic fireworks in the sky.

Soon, the second and third voices followed.

The privates wondered why they could hear the sound but not see the fireworks. They wanted to find the source of the sound, because it sounded like it was inside the manor.

But after the voice sounded three times, it was gone, and if you wanted to find it, you could only find a general direction, and you couldn't determine the specific location.

The private soldiers were very confused, they were a little baffled. But that's all it can be, you can only define this as a strange thing, and then it's a patrol of patrols, a rest of a break.

And at this time, a miserable cry resounded throughout the manor.

"Sir!! Master!!! ”

Everyone who heard this voice hurried to the grass in front of the living room, and the only person who could call the lord in this manor was Viscount White.

Several servants rushed to the meadow, and as they ran, they made terrified noises.

I saw the current speaker of the noble council, Viscount White, fall head-on on the grass. Underneath his body, bright red blood, white pulp of brains, and something black stained with blood, they were all mixed together.

And, most frighteningly, Viscount White's head was gone. There were only scattered bones and corpses with their heads blown out. Perhaps it could prove that the scattered bones around it were the head of Viscount White.

Someone screamed in pain, "The master is dead!" The lord is dead! ”

The few people who rushed over first, when they saw White's appearance, all knelt around weakly, crying bitterly.

Soon, more people heard the movement, and they rushed out to check.

"Who! Who! Who exactly! Who killed the master! Who is it?! "There are private soldiers with red eyes, waving weapons in their hands, and roaring around.

The others who felt it next were also angry and took up their weapons and shouted.

"We want to avenge the master!"

"That's right! Avenge! ”

"Find him! Let the undead bite him to death! ”

"That's right! Bite him to death! ”