Yang Hao's eyes widened, his reaction speed was super fast, and he immediately grabbed the grenade and threw it behind the door.

"Boom!"

The grenade exploded, and a large area of firelight rushed from the gate, Yang Hao hid beside him, and his arm protected his head to avoid the fire.

As soon as the explosion of the grenade passed, Yang Hao turned his head, only to find that there was a shrapnel embedded in the wall only ten centimeters away from the tip of his nose, which happened to be stuck here.

Shaking his head, Yang Hao pulled out his pistol, stretched out his hand from the door and shot.

And the figure of the other party has never been seen.

Suddenly, another cylindrical jar was thrown into the aisle of the carriage. When Yang Hao saw it, he immediately hid it back.

He could see clearly that it was a flashbang, and at the same time, he guessed what the other party would do next.

Thinking of this, Yang Hao left this place, and at the same time, when he passed by the toilet behind him, he opened the door of the toilet.

"Bang!"

The flashbang exploded, and a large white light instantly lit up in the middle of the carriage. If Yang Hao was still here, he could see that at the moment when the flashbang exploded, another grenade was thrown from the opposite side, and the landing point was still where the grenade was parked before.

"Boom!"

There was another loud bang, and a large burst of fire completely filled the corridors here. However, because there is a small corner between this corridor, the door of the toilet that was pulled open was only hit by the flames and aftermath, and was not directly damaged by the grenade.

But even so, the quality of this door is surprisingly good.

Because after the explosion. There were only a few small holes in the door that shrapnel had pierced, and there was only black from the flames, and it was not blown off directly.

After this explosion, all the gunfire, the explosions, was over.

After waiting for a while, the man showed his head and took a look.

Nothing.

He slowly stood up with his gun in his hand, walked into the carriage, and walked over little by little. The steps are light. At least in the sound of the train moving, his footsteps are basically muffled.

came to the place where Yang Hao was hiding before, but found it. Yang Hao's figure. It's gone.

Here it is, though. He also saw the door to the toilet that had been opened.

He smiled. Play this trick? Insect carving skills!

He walked slowly behind the door, pulled out a flashbang, pulled it open, and pinched it for a few seconds. Then he threw it through the gap in the door.

"Bang!"

A flash of white light flashed, and he immediately closed the door and aimed his gun at it.

But the results surprised him.

Yang Hao didn't ambush him here.

Not here, that's definitely in the back. After thinking about it, he looked up at it.

Did you run to the top of the train?

Two ways, either go to the next car or go to the roof of the car.

After thinking about it carefully, he shifted his steps and walked towards the carriage.

The corridor of the carriage, calm and calm, nothing.

But his sense of crisis is getting stronger.

The corridor of the carriage is on the side, and on the other side are compartments, in two rows on the left and right, and three hard sleeper seats in a row, all of which can be hidden.

Glanced sideways. Well, there is no one in the second row.

Then if Yang Hao wants to hide, then there is only the first row of sleepers against the wall.

What is it that is not easy for him to find?

The lower bunk, of course.

Although the upper bunk is also a good place, the lower bunk is a more insidious place. It's pitch black here, and as soon as you walk in, you can see that you can shoot the other person in the leg and the next bullet you can shoot directly at the other person's head.

He smiled. If he really hides there as he thinks, then he's finished.

Pulling out his pistol, he took a deep breath and sprang out, muzzle down, aiming at the lower bunk sleeper, and shot without looking.

A series of bullets hit the lower bunk from above, and the cotton in the quilt and pillow was turned out by him.

Five or six shots were fired in a row before he stopped pulling the trigger.

But what he didn't see was that under the top bunk, the muzzle of a black hole slowly stretched out.

"Smack!"

A ball of flame erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and a bullet came out of its chamber and struck the man in the chest.

The bullet entered his chest diagonally from above, causing more trauma and penetrating his lungs and trachea almost simultaneously.

He didn't even scream, he took a step back, hit his back against the wall, and sat down.

He looked up with difficulty and glanced up. The next moment, he saw a flame appear, and after that, it turned black in front of his eyes.

The man's head was tilted to the side, and in the center of his forehead, there was a fresh bullet hole. It was only at this time that a thick stream of blood slowly flowed out of the bullet hole.

Yang Hao breathed a sigh of relief at this time, slowly jumped down from the upper bunk with the gun in his hand, and sat on the sleeper of the lower bunk.

If he had continued to retreat backwards, it would have been of little use. This is the sleeper area, and then walking, the environment is the same, if you want to do your hands and feet, it is better to do it in this place.

And choosing the upper and lower bunks, Yang Hao also hesitated. Because people's minds are different, he doesn't know whether the other person will aim above or below when he comes. After thinking about it for a while, he still chose to hide on it.

It's also gambling on your luck. I didn't throw weapons, but looking at the other party, it was obvious that there were quite a few grenades, flashbangs, etc. If you continue to stalemate with the other party, you will still suffer from it, and in such a small place, you may even be directly forced into a corner by a grenade from the other party. After considering these, Yang Hao decided to take a gamble, betting that the other party would think more.

It's true that hiding in the lower bunk looks a little better than the upper bunk, but if the other party thinks too much, they will also think in this way. And hiding in the lower bunk, there is also a direct threat of grenades, so Yang Hao chose to hide on it.

In fact, he had another option, and that was to climb on the roof of the train. There is nothing to block the line of sight, and if you go up first, Yang Hao will also get the priority to attack. But like the carriage, he can't predict the direction of the other party, so the roof is also unsafe.

However, the facts have also proved that Yang Hao's choice is correct, just look at the corpse lying on the ground now.

"Ding! The number of survivors, one, the game is over. ”

Listening to the prompt sound in his ears, Yang Hao finally laughed.

Although Yang Hao has heard this prompt several times, this time it made him feel the most beautiful.

Back in the box, Yang Hao heard the cheers of the others, and then his eyes went dark, and a few big hands grabbed him, and then threw it into the air.

Yang Hao, who was thrown into the air by his teammates, couldn't help laughing.

Now, among the black sabers, the professional soldiers are promoted, including Yang Hao, Night Meteor, and Wei Gong. Those who advanced in the melee were Mu Xi, as well as Jiawen, Zhang Tianhai and Sima Yun, and Milan were eliminated in both games.

Of the eight people, five of them made it to the semi-finals, and some people may not believe it.

Yang Hao was put down, but the smile on his face did not dissipate.

Not to mention anything else, the list of five promotions for sniper warfare has finally been determined. Gunfire, night meteors, Yang Hao, pointers, cold stabs. Everyone has their own characteristics, and none of them are easy characters to deal with.

But this kind of competition is only interesting when you play against the strong, isn't it?

At least that's what Yang Hao himself feels.

Not to mention the others, thinking of the duel with the gunfire, Yang Hao's hand couldn't help but itch for a while. He clearly understands the power of the gunfire, and this time with the help of such a platform, he can finally compete in a showdown.

Yang Hao felt like he was about to burn!

The night meteor on the other side saw Yang Hao's smile, and also smiled, and shouted, "Hey! ”

Yang Hao turned his head. I saw the night meteor wave his fist at him: "Don't think that if I win once, I can win forever." Look, this time, I'm going to settle the ledger with you! ”

Yang Hao smiled.

The first meeting between the two was in an alley, and the two did not distinguish between the two in hand-to-hand combat. In the second sniper, Yang Hao won.

I seem to be still at that time, destroying some major event of the night meteor, it seems that this girl also holds a grudge, and she still cares about it.

"Okay, if you have that ability, you can accompany you at any time." Yang Hao smiled faintly. In the skill of sniping, Yang Hao has never been afraid of anyone.

Milan on the other side began to shout: "Come on, come on!" It's open! Meteor pays 1.2, shadow pays 0.8, bet it! ”

"Hey, hey, hey! Why are my odds high? A little bit of confidence in me, okay?! ”

Night Meteor screamed in dissatisfaction, but the others didn't care about her. Everyone pulled out their bills and slammed them on the table in front of Milan while making a lot of noise.

Even Mu Xi took out a few banknotes and pressed them on Yang Hao's side. Yang Hao laughed, and the night meteor glared, and finally couldn't help laughing all at once.

The semi-finals are scheduled to be held the day after tomorrow, with a day off in between, so that those who still have the competition can maintain and repair their weapons, and if possible, take advantage of this opportunity to improve their equipment.

Maintaining his gun, Yang Hao's communicator rang.

When I grabbed it, the ID showed "gunfire".

Yang Hao laughed all of a sudden.

Gunfire: "This time it's destined to meet, let's compete." ”

Yang Hao quickly replied: "Okay." ”

Gunfire: "I pressed 100,000 to bet on myself." Show me the real skills and let me see if you've had too much comfort in the past few years. ”

It seems that there is a gamble inside the Cross Star. But these guys play really hard. (To be continued......)