When facing a tough enemy, never believe in a protracted battle, a surprise attack is the only chance!

On the edge of the cliff, the strange bird attacked, and under the tremendous pressure, my companions burst out with unprecedented potential, and the three sniper rifles were like divine help, accurately striking the few weak points under the protection of the strange bird, the eyes, the neck, and the wings. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info When you look closely, this strange bird looks like a wild duck or a wild goose, but its long pointed beak is different from the duck's beak, like a combination of a wild goose and a vulture, and its size is very large.

Soon after, I learned the scientific name of this strange bird "Prairie Thunder Eagle", it is said that this monster will have an amazing increase in speed after breaking through the four stars, and when flying at high speed, the water mist on the body rubs against the air at high speed, which will produce a certain amount of electrical energy, and in some special environments, it can even create thunder and lightning. Fortunately, we met a thunder eagle that did not possess the power of thunder and lightning, otherwise none of us would have been able to leave the cliff that day.

For some reason, this strange eagle, which was supposed to live in the vast savannah of southeastern South America, actually appeared in a Peruvian cave thousands of miles away, and it seemed to me that this strange bird would never have flown out of Cave 3 in his life.

I held the Super Black Eagle in my hand and never moved, and despite the tremendous pressure, my companions were not crushed, and bullets were fired continuously! As long as I can keep the bird in check, then I'll have plenty of time to prepare for the final blow. Like a high-speed flying fighter jet, the Prairie Thunderhawk waited to destroy its target, but the fire from the ground was too fierce for it to dive downward.

At this time, the slightest mistake on either side is fatal, and both of us are like tugging at a string thinner than a hair, and the losing side will fall into the abyss. But I've always had a certain kind of strong confidence that I'm a backhand for our team and that after a teammate's mistakes, I have to step up. Thankfully, the strange birds flying in the sky don't seem to have any back.

The terrible stalemate lasted for more than 20 seconds, and in these 20 seconds, every change deeply attracted everyone's attention, and although I didn't do anything, I felt like I was already sweating. Twenty seconds passed, and soon, the situation changed, and one of the mercenaries began to take it anymore, and there were successive misses, and several attacks were all missed.

That's the pressure, the suffocating pressure, which ultimately leads to a fatal mistake for the sharpshooter.

On the other hand, Shirley has hit the eye of the strange bird more than once, and although the eye of the strange bird is still undamaged, I believe that such a high-intensity continuous blow must have had a certain impact on the eyes of this strange bird. It was precisely because of Shirley's suppression that when the sniper made a mistake, the situation did not immediately get worse.

It doesn't matter if you make one or two mistakes, but when those mistakes keep happening, then the Strange Bird wins a real opportunity, and this guy starts to switch from defense to offense.

When this change appeared, I could feel my hands tremble slightly, and the next moment, a strange scene appeared, the steppe thunder eagle that stayed in the air suddenly froze, and then instantly gained a huge momentum, and rushed towards the sniper who made a mistake, and it only took two seconds for the strange bird to shatter our companion into pieces and swallow it.

It was at this time that I could feel my body trembling, pull the trigger, and the Super Black Hawk in my hand fired the first shot.

The Super Black Eagle inlaid with the Scorching Stone glowed with a brilliant red light, and then a fine bullet let out an eager roar as if it had been ignited instantly, heading towards the Prairie Thunder Eagle.

The contest between Super Black Eagle and Prairie Thunder Eagle is stronger or weaker, look at this move.

When facing the Prairie Thunderhawk, I had six chances. Shirley was able to shoot all the bullets in Super Black Hawk in under a second, and my limit was 3.1 seconds.

When facing the Prairie Thunderhawk, under the effect of adrenaline, my level has been amazingly improved, and in 2 seconds I sent out all 6 second bullets, and at a certain moment, I seemed to be able to see these bullets flying together in the air.

Time compression!

After the bullets were discharged, they lost the period of time they should have been useful, and the flight time of a few hundred meters was compressed, and then compressed, and about 50 meters or so when the Prairie Thunderhawk flew forward, my first bullet penetrated through the gray-black water vapor of the Prairie Thunderhawk, and then hit it in the abdomen. It's really worthy of Guangwu!

The second bullet hit the sole of Thunderhawk's foot and then deflected.

The Prairie Thunderhawk went forward, so my bullet hit the wrong part. However, in tens of thousands of years of evolution, human beings have long mastered some very surprising instincts, such as judgment in advance. When a stone falls from a height, we can always tell when it will reach where.

On the battlefield, highly trained gunners can make very accurate advance judgments on very small objects that move at irregular high speeds, and strike fatally.

As a well-behaved civilian worker, I don't have such ability, but at a critical time, my head seems to be clearer than ever, which allows me to make my own judgment on the flight trajectory of the Prairie Thunderhawk.

The third bullet still hit the Steppe Thunderhawk in the abdomen, and in just a second, the strange bird noticed my presence, and then made an extreme turn in the air and flew towards me.

As a result, the bird collided head-on with three other bullets that were traveling at a high speed of more than 1,000 degrees Celsius. My bullet caught it!

Vigorously made a miracle, although my spear skills were very early, but there was always a time to hit the bull's-eye, and finally, a bullet pierced the head of the Prairie Thunder Eagle, Rao is this guy is a 3-and-a-half star monster, but in the case of a broken head, he still can't live.

A terrible duck cry spread throughout the cliff top, almost at the same time, the wings of the grassland thunder eagle lost power, and the surrounding water mist also dissipated rapidly, for a while, the bullets of Shirley and others densely hit the body of the grassland thunder eagle, almost instantly, the grassland thunder eagle head down, falling heavily.

Win!

In an instant, I could feel the cold sweat that had been suppressed all over my body pouring out in an instant, and the vest, which was already sweating a lot, was completely soaked in an instant.

The same is shooting, in the face of the target position and in the face of monsters, the feeling is absolutely different, the unprecedented pressure is enough to destroy everyone's physical strength and spirit, and this is why, snipers are always required to maintain excellent physical strength and stable psychological quality.

So, we did it, right.

Looking at the strange bird that crashed to the ground and stirred up a cloud of dust, I was still in a trance, and I couldn't believe that I had really done all this. The process of killing the Prairie Thunder Eagle was only half a minute, but it seemed like a century had passed!

"Great! Brother Zhiyuan. "Shirley was the first to get up from her hiding place and ran towards me as fast as she could, and by the time I got up, Shirley had already pounced on me. Like me, Shirley was covered in sweat, and the drops of sweat flowed like crystals between Shirley's fair face and neck.

"It was done, we did it, it was a great moment!" Shirley could barely suppress the joy in her heart, as an adventurer, Shirley knew how difficult it was to kill a three-and-a-half-star monster.

After being an adventurer for so long, Shirley had only killed three and a half monsters once before this, and at that time, their team of ten people, facing a frost giant wolf more than 2 meters tall, suppressed it with powerful firepower for more than three hours in a row before overturning the other party. Compared to that battle, this one was perfect!

As long as you can break through the defense and snipe accurately, guns are indeed the most effective weapons.

Ever since long ago, when humans formed tribes, they have been fighting each other. Humanity has always been searching for the ability to strike from a distance. From throwing stones in ancient times, to javelins in tribal times, bows and arrows in slave times, and firearms in the industrial age, humans have always believed in one thing, and expanding their striking range will give them a huge advantage.

"Brother Zhiyuan, do you know, you really accomplished a very great thing!" Shirley couldn't hold back her compliment.

"No, it's not me, I wouldn't have been able to accomplish this without your help." I returned the Super Black Hawk from the newly loaded bullet to Shirley and said, "Now, it's time to give it back to you." ”

The crisis has been resolved, and Shirley has not shirked anymore, taking over the Super Black Hawk, but saying thank you to me very strangely, which is confusing.

Two mercenaries and a nurse lady came to us.

A mercenary walked up to me and thanked me as well: "Heyman, if you hadn't shot me in time, I'm afraid I would have been killed by that strange bird." The mercenary patted his chest and laughed incessantly.

"Brother, a three-and-a-half-star monster can be sold for at least a million dollars, let's hurry up and see what this strange bird has left for us!"

Looking at Shirley with a smile on her face, I smiled too. There are two most exciting things to do in the world of adventure, one is to fight, and the other is to harvest the spoils.

So the four of us went together to the strange bird. The strange bird shed blood all over the place, and the ground was covered with filthy feathers.

But just as we approached the strange bird and were about to crouch down to check, a bad feeling suddenly came out of nowhere. It's a very peculiar feeling, like walking alone in an empty room and feeling like someone is secretly observing you.

It's a feeling of being locked in.

I looked at Shirley in amazement, and at the same time looked at the two mercenaries beside me. The three companions also seemed to sense something, as an adventurer, Shirley's intuition was a hundred times sharper than mine, Shirley looked at me, her face was bloodless, and she hurriedly said: "Brother Zhiyuan, it's a sniper rifle." ”

Shirley couldn't help but take my hand, and at the same time, the Super Black Hawk in the other hand spun around, and six bullets burst out of the air in an instant, looking at another high ground in our northwest direction.

Almost at the same time, not far behind us, a group of black-clothed trialists armed with submachine guns suddenly appeared.

A mercenary has fallen!

Shirley dragged me on the run, and under the suppression of the powerful firepower, the two of us were forced to the edge of the cliff!

"Brother Zhiyuan, this is a corpse robbery, let's escape first!" After saying that, Shirley shouted again, "One, two, three, jump!" "Took me to a leap and jumped off the cliff, and a few bullets hit the rocks on the edge of the cliff, like marbles, jumping high!