The penultimate wave of poison circles is the same as aqua regia composed of concentrated hydrochloric acid and concentrated nitric acid that I learned in junior high school chemistry class, which is so corrosive that people get a little bit of it, either they must die or be disabled.

It was under this premise that the two enemies running on the hillside still ran on the grass of the flat river, knowing that there were also obstacles in front of them.

There are no obstacles, and the other side can't even stop where they are and shoot back. The natural shooting range made Gong Moliang and Qin Ze not have the slightest possibility of missing it.

One of the two enemies was wearing a dark green third-level helmet, and the other was wearing a white-colored second-level helmet, which also made Qin Ze and Gong Moliang invariably aim their guns at the head of the second-level helmet.

Perhaps this enemy also knew that the hat he was wearing was a bit too dazzling, and that he would be 100% the preferred target compared to the green hat next to him. As a result, the enemy kept changing positions as he advanced, which is often referred to as the "serpentine position".

If you are an average player, this kind of movement may cause a lot of trouble. If the marksmanship is a little more reliable, he can still fight desperately at the opponent's body, the efficiency is a little slower, and the method is a little stupider, but he can still get the head.

But in the eyes of top passers-by and professional players like Gong Moliang and Qin Ze, everything is useless.

First of all, the "S" shape drawn by the serpentine position will not be too large, because it will increase the time of running in a straight line too much, and it will be no different from walking in a straight line. Secondly, since it is a serpentine position, there will also be seven inches, and this seven inches is the center of the "S".

Sure enough, after the enemy wrote the first "S", Gong Moliang and Qin Ze placed the red dot on the scope in advance near the center point where the second "S" might appear.

With the lesson of the last time, Gong Moliang, who was holding the SKS, was still aiming faster than Qin Ze by a few tenths of a second, but his right index finger was on the trigger and did not pull it. He was waiting, waiting for Qin Ze's 98K to be discharged first.

Although the power of the SKS is far less than that of the 98K, there is an advantage that the 98K cannot match in any way.

That's the magazine capacity.

The fully equipped SKS in Gong Moliang's hand has a bullet capacity of 20 rounds, as long as Qin Ze can't stand the itching of his hands, and knocks out the 98K that has to pull the bolt once with one shot, this head will definitely belong to Gong Moliang.

Qin Ze obviously knew this, and stood in place just raising his gun to aim, without the slightest sign of making a move.

These two people are really like the two peerless masters standing with swords in martial arts novels, neither of them dares to act rashly, and they are waiting for their opponents to take the first step. Whoever moves first will fall into a flaw that cannot be justified.

The serpentine enemy was surprised that he had not been attacked at all after running for almost a dozen meters. The weirdest thing is that the companion next to him is also unscathed.

Although the unpredictable mysteries were revealed everywhere, this enemy still did not dare to let down his vigilance, and only a few meters were left to run into the safe zone, and as long as he was a literate person, there was nothing he did not understand.

Ten meters later, seeing that the end was about to arrive, Gong Moliang and Qin Ze still gritted their teeth at each other, refusing to make a move.

Let a hunter who is accustomed to grinding his teeth and sucking blood watch his prey jump alive in front of him, which is tantamount to watching his beloved woman being embraced by others, the same heartbreak!

Nine meters old, even Song Yijie is sure to take away this life in forty bullets.

Seven meters, six meters......

The two enemies, one behind the other, were getting closer and closer, so close that they didn't need a sniper rifle and could easily take their lives.

But neither of the two of them changed their guns, Gong Moliang was because it was unnecessary, SKS was a little chicken when facing the head of the lone wolf, but in the case of multiple people, as long as 98K did not kill with a single shot, the head belonged to him 100%.

And Qin Ze is considering the time to change the gun, even if the time from collecting the gun to changing the gun is less than three seconds, but judging from the situation of the previous head, as long as he makes a move, the teammate who can feel the pressure even himself can lead him again in just two seconds.

There are only the last three meters left, and although Song Yijie is anxious, he still gritted his teeth, for fear that the slightest sound he makes will interfere with Gong Moliang's normal performance.

The same situation also happened in the club, Fang Xiaobai pressed the curiosity back into his lungs, and could only use the breathing at a faster rate to offset the growing curiosity.

The road will eventually come to an end, whether it is under your feet or in life.

Just as the two enemies had just stepped into the turf in the safe zone with one foot, something happened in an instant.

"Dada-da-da!"

The unique melody of M416 sounded, and the crisp sound was like a hanging wind chime, and the melody was beautiful but smashed heavily into the hearts of Gong Moliang and Qin Ze.

Without Gong Moliang asking, Song Yijie "didn't confess to himself", "It's not my gun, I can show you the number of bullets." ”

The voice came from behind the two of them, there were four of them, it was not Song Yijie, then it was only possible - Fei Fei'er.

For Gong Moliang, who has learned from the past, Fei Fei'er's shooting and disrupting the situation is unexpected and reasonable.

Now that the calm on the lake had been broken and the ripples could no longer be stopped, Gong Moliang and Qin Ze also took advantage of the situation and fired their guns that had been held back for a few minutes towards the goal that they thought they were sure of.

Gong Moliang's goal did not change, and he still shot at the white second-level head, while Qin Ze shifted his gaze to the body of the other third-level head.

The reason is also very simple, although he is a third-level head, he only wears a first-level armor on his body!

The two fired almost at the same time, the difference was that after the two shots flew off the second-level helmet, Gong Moliang did not continue to make up for the head of the person kneeling on the ground, but immediately turned the muzzle of the gun and fired fiercely at another enemy, quite like eating from the bowl and looking at the pot.

And Qin Ze directly put away the brittle first-class armor without a trace in 98K, and then took out the AKM from his backpack, he was actually a "non-mainstream" AK player.

Song Yijie looked at the picture in front of him, and moved his heart down an inch again, but God, once again played a frightened joke on him.

When Song Yijie thought that the two enemies in front of him, at least one person, were evenly divided, there was a damn gunshot behind the big tree on the right.

"Bang!"

Gong Moliang knocked him to the ground, and the enemy who kept crawling behind a stone was actually stolen by the enemy hiding on the right side!

"Cao!" Song Yijie couldn't care about cultivation at this time.

However, this is not the worst ending.

AKM and SKS both belong to 7.62mm bullet caliber firearms, Qin Ze, who chose AK, instead adjusted the previous relationship, and now it is SKS's turn to be not much more powerful than AK At the same time, AK has the unparalleled advantage of automatic shooting.

After a crackling, Gong Moliang's tone was extremely cold.

"The head is his!"