It's evening,

As the red sun rolled and set in the west, the heat it brought during the day quickly dropped in a very short time.

The result is the ripe fragrance of the densely grown plants, as if they had been slightly frozen in the refrigerator all at once.

Sweet, fragrant, mellow, cold,

Like a glass of wine with ice cubes, it turns a thousand times on the tip of the tongue, and every second there is an endless taste in it.

This is a unique taste and enjoyment in late autumn, when everything is harvested and ripe.

So, Qin Ge got drunk.

He was lying on the rooftop of the building overgrown with weeds, with a 98k rifle in front of him, the body of which was old, and he could see a few scratches and rusts, but it was still full of the cold of steel, the indifference of killing, and the will that seemed to be able to touch the will of the previous masters.

Qin Ge didn't know what was wrong with him, but he didn't want to delve into it, he liked this feeling very much, this kind of indescribable connection with all things in heaven and earth, whether it was a tree, a building, a grass, a stone, including the rifle in his hand, it was like a living touch.

Everything appeared in front of him in such a three-dimensional, vivid, and vivid way.

He watched greedily, sniffed greedily, greedily wanted to have everything, this vivid, smart, and charming world.

He suddenly felt some attachment, inexplicable attachment, attachment that did not belong to himself, attachment to this world, deep love for this world, staring at this world, and unswervingly.

In the dark, there seemed to be a feeling that was gradually withdrawing, and it was also telling Qin Ge that he had to make a choice.

The world is so wonderful, but he can only choose what he is best at.

The evening breeze blows softly, the branches of the trees dance lightly, and the blades of grass sway, as if some supernatural magic is silently leaving.

Qin Ge's eyes gradually woke up, like a real dream.

He couldn't grab any more, all he had left was the old rifle in his hand.

Immersed in the spirit, that inexplicable power reconnected with Qin Ge's soul and the old 98K rifle, which was a wonderful process.

Qin Ge, since he was a child, what he liked was the magic in his father's hands, the mystery of the spark, and the coldness of the frost.

And his mother trained him to be a professional melee warrior since he was a child, with a shotgun and a crossbow, but in order to supplement the power of melee combat, he never thought of becoming a sharpshooter.

Now, the body gave him the most accurate answer.

His body is light and stable enough, his senses are sharp and accurate enough, his vision is clear and swift enough, and his observations are nuanced enough.

The main thing is that he only has a rifle, and that special 'feeling' that may well have arisen from the consumption of a few Yamanashi prefers only this century-old weapon, or more accurately, the remnants of the vicissitudes of history, which seem to have some unknown power, and when activated, it is unpredictable.

Now, under the effect of that special 'feeling', Qin Ge felt that he was holding a giant magnifying glass and observing himself uncontrollably, letting him know what strengths and weaknesses he had.

Then, his soul seemed to have an indescribable entanglement with the old rifle, which had been produced for one hundred and twenty years, and he seemed to be able to see the rifle go from steel into embryos, parts, and finally assembled.

He seemed to be able to see how each owner of the rifle cared for, maintained, and spent every quiet day and night, and how he shot and killed one enemy after another in the flames of war, or was shot by the enemy!

It's like a dream, when he wakes up from the dream, Qin Ge is in a trance, is he still not himself?

Only the 98K rifle held in his hand was so familiar that every part on it, with every gentle touch, had a real feeling of flesh and blood and soul imprint.

This rifle, which is almost worn out, seems to be different.

And Qin Ge is even different.

He was stunned, like waking up from a dream.

Why am I holding an old rifle instead of a knife or a staff?

Why are the five pears he ate so miraculous? They can dissect everything at the same level as he can comprehend it in an unfamiliar field.

In this way, what kind of existence is the wooden knife that grows in the trunk of the pear tree?

What kind of character is Wu Li, the anti-drug hunter who didn't dare to enter the county seat, but asked to pull out the wooden knife?

Sighing slightly, the last red light and shadow of the setting sun swept through Qin Ge's clear eyes, very melancholy, farewell, my mage dream, farewell, my destined warrior life.

Someone has to pay for it!

Because, the gun is in my hand.

Slowly pulling the bolt open, the monotonous sound of steel crashing was so beautiful, but it also added to the melancholy.

Qin Ge skillfully pushed and pulled a bullet into loading, his right eye aligned with the center of the triple scope above the gun, and after a second, he was stunned and took off the triple scope.

Not knowing what was happening, the sight he saw through the triple scope was rougher than what he could see with the naked eye.

However, Qin Ge soon realized that he also remembered the skill legend about awakening the long-range talent bloodline.

"From here to the crossroads, there are 600 meters, normal people's eyesight can't see the specific details at all at such a distance, only the anti-virus hunter who has awakened the power of the bloodline can go beyond the boundaries of the mundane, such as the eagle eye skill, every level of promotion, can expand the field of vision of a hundred meters, my previous eyesight can only see the faces of people a hundred meters away, and now, I can even see Wang Dong's angry and exaggerated movements, is the conflict going to escalate after all?"

"So, what it's like to be a sniper — it doesn't seem bad. ”

Qin Ge muttered to himself in his heart, melancholy to melancholy, but he was more accustomed to calmness and adaptation.

And his body seemed to be more adapted than his own will.

Breathing steadily, relaxing his body, his rifle against his shoulder, his head straightened, everything was natural, the process was so handy that Qin Ge almost pulled the trigger, as for aiming, he could be sure that he knew the result before he fired the shot.

"What I'm asking for shouldn't be the result of a headshot, but the result of controlling the overall situation, I only have twelve bullets, and there are no shortage of veterans among the bounty hunters, that black iron-level anti-virus hunter Wu Li may intervene, theoretically I only have three chances to shoot, and then I need to transfer, then, I need an excellent timing!"

Qin Ge pondered, trying to think from the perspective of a sniper, and also trying to think about the overall situation of the whole incident.

He knew that once he fired, there was no way back, he was taking risks, he was gambling, and he was saving his life.

And all this is based on his initial judgment, what does that wooden knife represent?

In the afterglow of the evening, the clashes at the intersection intensified, because no one wanted to spend the night in the county town, and they urgently needed to pull out the wooden knife.

The bounty hunters represented by Wang Dong and the five bounty hunters who tried to take possession of themselves temporarily merged into a united front, and the two sides began to clash.

When someone raised a rifle and threatened each other, when a strong man brutally pushed a person away, raised a huge axe and slashed down at the stump of the pear tree.

Qin Ge calmly and indifferently pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew through the evening afterglow, over the shrouded shadows, over the gentle evening breeze, and over the aroma of plants, like an angel, descending from the sky, accurately and gently through the temples of the strong man.

The splash of blood was reflected in Qin Ge's eyes, which was extremely beautiful.

(Thanks to the book friends for correcting the V hack, for the reward support of the donkey under the slope, thanks to the support of the book friends such as the passage of youth, and finally ask for collection, ask for recommendation!)