My first reaction was that the target was beyond my range, and the second reaction was that it would be more harmful if I didn't help.

Because at this moment, if you look at the target without adjusting the firing range, you can see almost the entire combat zone if you look at 1,000 meters at 700 meters.

In my footage, a police officer is knocked to the ground and dragged to safety by several others.

I adjusted the 700-meter lens forward again by a half turn, and I was able to see 1,100 meters. Even so, the motorcycle can only be taken aim, and the motorcycle has taken a lot of bullets at the moment. I don't know if it's because BMW's motorcycle is too leathery, or if the motorcycle doesn't explode after a bullet.

The young man hiding behind the motorcycle was still safe, and I could barely see him from an angle.

More than 1,100 meters, which exceeded my shooting limit.

The sniper point was raised slightly, and the gun head was stabilized to ensure that the trigger was pulled at three points and one line.

My eyes were fixed on the shot, trying to see if the bullet had hit. If you don't hit it, you also want to know the landing point, so you can follow the landing point and know how to adjust the direction.

But I don't know where the first shot went, and I couldn't see any traces at all.

I had no choice but to use the stupidest method, so I picked up my sniper rifle and started to run.

He kept running towards another small hill in front of the hill. I could run about 890 meters in 10 seconds, and it took me more than 20 seconds to get there. I calculated the distance in my mind, and more than 200 meters was enough for the range.

Helplessly, this stupid way is that the strength is not enough physical strength to make up.

At three o'clock, I pulled the trigger again.

With more than 900 meters here, I can guarantee that every shot will be missed.

The target was the other person's exposed shoulder, and the other person's shoulder was shattered by me and fell to the ground.

In the camera, I was sure that I had hit the target, and I ran back to the previous hill with the gun in my hand.

As I ran, I looked at the mansion, which was in full swing at the moment.

This place is really well chosen by the other party, and fire trucks can't get in such a narrow place at all.

The fire is probably because of gasoline, and it was so hot in just a few minutes.

When a fire comes down, it is estimated that nothing will be left.

I set up my sniper rifle and looked again at the three side roads, each of which was now covered with several motorcycles.

Watching the luxurious motorcycles burst tires and fall to the ground, I didn't know that we were still a little distressed.

And the person who fell from it after a flat tire was either unconscious or seriously injured. Not to mention resistance, if you don't treat it, you may not be able to save your life.

The motorcycle that reacted behind it braked, but was immediately rushed out of the uniform by the police who were in ambush not far away.

Those who dared to draw their pistols to resist were also shot and taken away by the police.

I picked up my sniper rifle again and ran back to the hillside, carrying the shell of my cello camouflage and running to the factory, hoping that the factory would not catch fire.

I arrived at the gate of the factory with a sniper rifle and glanced at Chen Hao standing at the door holding a machine gun and waiting.

"What's the situation?" I said.

"I don't know." Chen Hao shouted in my direction.

"How long have they been in?" I said puzzled.

"Half an hour after entering at 6:20, there has been no movement in it." Chen Hao said.

"Lost contact?" I said puzzled.

"Didn't you bring Bluetooth? There seems to be no signal inside the factory. This kind of remote village, with closed factories all around. It's normal that there is no signal, and I don't know what's going on inside. Chen Hao said.