111 The Jedi Strikes Back

The scorching sunlight gradually became cooler, shifting to the west, and the warm sunlight sprinkled on the roof, but Zheng Jing felt a temperature colder than death, he didn't know if the other party had been infected by the Hella virus, and he could still shoot himself with an armor-piercing bullet at such a long distance, which sounded almost incredible, if the other party had absolute perception like himself, this matter became very serious.

Zheng Jing tore off the cloth of his clothes and wrapped his wounds, gritted his teeth and lay flat on the ground, which would make him absolutely safe, he looked at the blue of the sky and forced himself to calm down.

He only has a Howell HG-40 submachine gun in his hand, the shooting distance is about 600 meters, and the effective range is about 400 meters, which can reach the range of the opponent's sniper, but this is not a special sniper rifle, and the spread of 100 meters reaches an exaggerated 25mm or more, if you want to hit the opponent and kill the opponent within an effective distance of 600 meters, this sounds like a fantasy.

In the realm of snipers, there is no such thing as luck, only survival or death.

Zheng Jing suddenly turned over and pulled the trigger on the cement wall next to the roof, such a close shot made the cement wall burst into cement chips, and a large hole with a diameter of 10cm appeared, and the barrel was stuffed in, Zheng Jing took a deep breath and fired a shot at the approximate position of the sniper, and observed through the scope the location of the bullet on the wall and the smoke that exploded.

The other party fired another shot, this bullet turned into a regular wind pattern bullet again, this bullet hit the cement wall next to Zheng Jing and burst, and the debris scraped three wounds on Zheng Jing's face, but Zheng Jing did not avoid it, his eyes stared closely at that position through the scope, and the position where the bullet trajectory was fired was about 65 meters away from the point where he shot.

Zheng Jing sensed the distance of the other party and fired another shot. Under absolute perception, the smoke from this shot was about 50 meters closer to the trajectory path of the opponent's bullet, and only 15 meters away from the opponent.

Zheng Jing fired three shots at the right 15 meters in a row, and the bullets of these three shots were almost one with the trajectory of the bullets fired by the opponent, even if these three bullets could not hit the opponent, they should be around him.

Suddenly, the other party seemed to sense Zheng Jing's thoughts and stopped shooting, but just when Zheng Jing had just relaxed his vigilance, the other party fired another shot, which shot through the cement wall and Zheng Jing's shoulder, and blood was scattered all over the ground.

But what made Zheng Jing even more terrifying was that the trajectory of the bullet this time was completely different from the previous one, and it was offset to the right by at least 100 meters, so that it seemed that the other party completely captured Zheng Jing's thoughts and gave counter-sanctions. In terms of armament and equipment, Zheng Jing suffered a lot, he could only rely on the opponent's bullet trajectory to lock on, but if the other party shifted positions, Zheng Jing had no choice.

Zheng Jing has fallen into the predicament of being suppressed by death.

While Chen Yang and Zheng Jing were in a bitter battle, Wen Ying and the fat man were waiting anxiously in a dense forest outside the outer ring road of Jiangbei City.

The fat man looked up, the sun in the sky was already slanting westward and was almost setting, but Chen Yang and Zheng Jing had not yet appeared, he lowered his head to look at Dai Yiqing, Dai Yiqing's lips were already chapped and his face was pale, looking crumbling, and he was stationed on the ground with a sniper rifle to support his body.

The fat man looked anxious, but there was nothing he could do. He untied a kettle from his waist, shook it vigorously and then unscrewed the lid, and there were only a few drops of water left in it and handed it to Dai Yiqing and said, "Little sister, come and moisten your mouth!" ”

Dai Yijing licked his lips and looked at the bottle cap with a hopeful gaze, but finally shook his head and said, "Uncle Fatty, you keep this, this is to save my life, I'm not thirsty!" ”

The wind was getting colder, and Wen Sakura's hair fluttered with the breeze, and suddenly his body stood up and stood on a high place looking into the distance, where something seemed to be moving towards it.

Wen Ying said to the fat man: "Chen Wen! Come over and see what it is? ”

The fat man stood on the high platform and squinted into the distance, staring carefully at the black dot moving towards him, he was not like Zheng Jing and Chen Yang who could train his absolute perception, but even so, he still saw clearly that it seemed to be a person······ Wrong! There should be a lot of them!

The other party was wearing a uniform and covered his face with a black silk scarf, and the leader suddenly pulled out a spear from his back.

The fat man suddenly shouted, "Get down!" ”

Immediately after, a rain of bullets shot at Wen Ying and the fat man, and swept the entire forest into a cloud of smoke with a pop.

THE FAT MAN SHOUTED ANGRILY, "FUCK, IT'S FROM THE BILIEVER SAINTS ORGANIZATION." ”

Wen Sakura pulled the bolt of the HG-40 submachine gun violently, and said in a cold voice: "As long as you shoot at us, no matter who it is, it is our enemy!" ”

After dodging a rain of bullets, the fat man carefully observed in the forest, there were about 15 people on the other side, judging by the guns, there were at least 5 snipers in it, as for whether the other party was carrying tactical grenades and other explosive weapons, with the fat man's eyesight, he couldn't see it yet.

The fat man was carefully observing the opponent's team, and suddenly he saw that at the front of the team, there was a cloud of blood mist on the forehead of the person, and the other party fell in response, and then three more blood mist burst, almost a face-to-face effort, the other party had already killed four people, and the gun shot his head.

At the same time as the other party quickly dodged, the fat man was also stunned, he turned his head and saw Dai Yijing holding an EVA Joseph 50-33 heavy sniper rifle, this thin little girl in a white dress was holding a huge heavy sniper rifle, which looked extremely discordant, but it was Dai Yiqing who killed the four people just now.

Although she looked thin, it was as if his destiny was that of a warrior who hunted enemies on the battlefield and dealt a fatal blow in the dark. Dai Yiqing pulled the bolt of the gun and the white smoke of the bullet casing fell to the ground, she took a deep breath, re-stabilized the gun, and her eyes focused on the tenfold scope.

The corners of Wen Ying's mouth unconsciously outlined a smile, it seemed that he still underestimated this girl's talent, the sense of shooting with a firearm seemed to be innately flowing in her blood, but no one would associate such a thin little girl with a hunter in the dark.

The fat man also smiled, holding the HG-40 submachine gun in one hand and a grenade in the other hand and laughing: "Whoever comes is a death!" ”

Among the remaining 11 people of the BELIEVER Saints Organization, they are about 800 meters away from the fat man's dense forest, such a distance, if it is not a sniper rifle, it is difficult to effectively kill and injure the other party, but the fat man is an alternative, he and Chen Yang and Zheng Jingjing are bodies that have been modified by the HeLa virus, and their arm strength is calculated by tons, and the fat man suddenly pulled the bracelet on the grenade and threw it out forcefully.

The grenade crossed a perfect arc and accurately threw it into the opponent's dodge base, and the BELIEVER Saints organization seemed to be stunned, not expecting an iron ball to suddenly fall from the sky, and a closer look found that it was a grenade, but it was too late, and in a huge blasting sound, the grenade directly killed eight people on the other side, and the remaining three people turned around and ran before they understood what the situation was.

The fat man grinned: "Fight with the master!" You bastards can't be blown up! ”

As soon as the fat man's words fell, there was a sudden plop next to him, and Dai Yijing fell to the ground holding a 50-33 heavy sniper rifle.

The sun is setting in the west, the clouds in the sky have been crossed with a layer of gold, the blood that Chen Yang killed downstairs is like a river, the corpses of reptiles are piled up to form a mountain, his chest rises and falls violently, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and looking up at the sky, Zheng Jing is experiencing an even more tragic battle on the roof.

Zheng Jing's body was hiding behind the cement wall, his chest rose and fell violently, he wiped his blurred eyes, his face was already covered with blood, and the sweat and blood all over his body were mixed together, he couldn't tell the difference at all, he was already in a passive position, but just now the other party seemed to figure out his tactics, and he would move his position almost every time he put a shot, and this time Zheng Jing really completely lost the target reference.

The opponent's anti-reconnaissance ability is too strong, and the guerrilla generals he met before are completely incomparable to him, and the HG-40 submachine gun in Zheng Jing's hand has no way to effectively kill the opponent.

Zheng Jing's chest rose and fell violently, but his head was very calm, if he wanted to kill the other party, there was one last way.

Before this, Zheng Jing fired a total of 21 shots, but none of these 21 bullets killed the other party, and he didn't even scratch his skin, but if you observe carefully, Zheng Jing's 21 shots were not fired indiscriminately, if the ballistic trajectory of these 21 shots is connected, it can be woven into a dense net, and the other party has been caught in Zheng Jing's net.

Through the analysis of the ballistic trajectory, it is very likely that the other party did not perceive Zheng Jing's intentions. Because normal people would not choose to resist in this way.

What Zheng Jing did was not to capture the ballistic trajectory of the other party, but to capture the ballistic trajectory of the HG-40 submachine gun in his hand.

Under the influence of the wind speed in the southeast direction and the humidity of 23%, Zheng Jing has completely clear the ballistic trajectory of the submachine gun in his hand by virtue of his absolute perception, and can achieve a dispersion gap of only 10 mm within 800 meters.

And Zheng Jing did all this for this last shot!