For no apparent reason, the sniper, who was lying on the edge of the rooftop, suddenly felt a pain in his eyebrows, and he subconsciously rolled to the side, but nothing happened except to startle the observer who was on his team.

What's going on?

The madman who dressed himself as the murderer Jason on Halloween glanced at himself from a distance of hundreds of meters with the swirling dark and silent pupils,

Just a look,

And from the bottom of his heart, the despair of dying was overflowing, like falling into a river full of ice edges and turbulent undercurrents, from the soles of his feet to his scalp, there was not a single flesh and blood that was not solidified and numb.

The soldier wiped the cold sweat from his palms with palpitations, and for a moment he thought he was going to die.

Luckily, it's okay,

He turned his head with a wry smile and was about to say something to his teammates, when he saw his companion's head burst open like a pumpkin that had been beaten with a steel baseball bat, splintering and juice flying.

As gunfire erupted from a distant office building, the sniper turned his head sluggishly, and through the expensive high-end military night vision devices, he saw the shooter.

Leon was crouching on his knees by the wall, holding a temporarily seized rifle in his hand, half-out of the windowsill, and the black muzzle of the rifle was drifting with a little smoke.

If you break down these few seconds and elaborate on them, then Li Ang first analyzed the weapon, range and position used by the opponent based on the deeply dented bullet marks on the wall.

He leaned down and quickly found a safe cover, hiding behind a wall that snipers couldn't find.

Immediately stretched out his toe hook, hooked the corpse of a dead soldier, and flew the rifle hanging on the corpse's hand directly into the air.

With ease, he caught the rifle, and his fingers were coldly and ruthlessly put on the trigger,

There are no mounts for aided aiming, no weather vanes, not even night vision high-magnification scopes designed for sniping,

He just took a slight aim with the pitch-black pupils under the hockey mask, seizing the slightest chance of killing in the dark.

Between the electric flints, the index finger is buckled.

Rifle bullets spanned hundreds of meters, climbed diagonally upwards, spun, and struck the temple of the observer on the roof of another building, blasting the fleshy skeleton that stood in its way to pieces.

In the eyes of modern teenagers bombarded with shooter-themed video games, this move may be unremarkable and nothing more than a successful sniping attempt.

However, anyone with a shallow knowledge of shooting knows how incredible and difficult it is to kill a target from a distance of hundreds of meters in such a night scene of the city with low visibility, disordered wind direction, and noisy noise.

The slightest breathing, the spontaneous trembling of the body, the state of the chamber of the gun, and even the temperature and humidity of the current air may cause the bullet to graze the scalp of the target, or even deviate by tens of centimeters in vain.

Click, the still hot copper bullet casing flew out horizontally, and before it could hit the ground, Li Ang fired another shot,

The second bullet sped out at an initial velocity of more than 700 m/s, and Leon put away his gun silently without even waiting to confirm that the second kill was complete.

Let the bullets fly for a while.

The moment his compatriots were shot in the head in front of his eyes, the sniper instinctively began to flee before reason, and the soles of his feet stepped on the dusty concrete floor of the rooftop, and his heart beat so fast that it almost burst.....

Is less than a second enough time for him to escape?

Unfortunately, the answer is no.

The bullet swept through the heat of the fireworks, pulling out an ethereal afterglow of smoke and catching up with his back.

Like a delicate and gentle lover caressing his back with the palm of his hand, the bullet slices through the bulletproof vest and pierces the flesh, and the spinning and deformed projectile body twists the internal organs into a thin paste that is difficult to distinguish.

Tread, tread,

Out of inertia, the sniper took two steps forward, and his burly body collapsed, and the gurgling blood gushing from behind slid slowly down the storm pipe on the roof.

At this time, the hoarse breathing of his almost broken bellows could still be transmitted through the radio signal to Baron Straker's headphones.

The subordinate's dying breath didn't make Baron Straker lose his mind, he took a deep breath, turned off the radio communication with the sniper, and forced himself to calm down.

"Group D has been completely wiped out, everyone in Group B goes downstairs, alternately covers the retreat of Group C, pay attention to the corner, don't stand too densely, the opponent has a rifle, and has an overwhelming combat advantage in medium and close range."

His voice was hoarse and deep, reminiscent of sandpaper rubbing against glass.

In the communication channel, the well-trained Hydra soldiers were full of suspicion but did not ask questions, the terrible screams coming from the office area downstairs, and what did Baron Straker mean by his so-called "overwhelming superiority"?

Isn't there only one person on the other side? How could it be possible to deal with so many elite warriors at the same time.

The short time of action was not enough to analyze the specific plan, and the Hydra soldiers marched silently, forming a makeshift position at the top of the staircase, an instant web of fire that could tear any intruder to shreds.

It's a dark humor, and the Hydra army, which is usually able to defeat any challenge, has to huddle in a narrow stairwell, on high alert for an enemy attack of one in number.

The wind on the rooftop was so cold, and Baron Straker's bowels were about to repent, and he thought that the elite tactical team he had summoned this time could help him open up the situation in Gotham City, establish a more stable alliance with the Penguins and other local forces, and improve his status within the Hydra Organization by the way.

Who would have thought that a mere Halloween cosplay lover would effortlessly slaughter a team of ten, without even leaving a scar.

But.... This serious loss also means a huge opportunity.

Just imagine, if this human slaughter can be recruited and recruited, it will provide huge combat support for the Hydra organization, and it will also improve Baron Straker's voice.

No matter how bad it is, slaughtering people on the spot and bringing the corpse back to the research room for analysis is also a good deal.

Baron Straker's mind was in a hurry, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the penguin man standing on the edge of the rooftop, silently holding up his mobile phone and talking about something.

"Mr. Copote?" Baron Straker raised his eyebrows and said softly, "What are you doing?" ”

"It's nothing," the penguin man turned off his phone indifferently and said with a smile, "I just called some shrewd and capable men to come over and prepare to completely lock down this building, which can prevent the murderer from escaping and prevent the news of the shootout from leaking, is there any problem?" ”

"....." Baron Straker stared at the penguin-man's face, and after a long time, the corners of his mouth pulled up a stiff arc, "I think there is no problem." ”