The sniper rifle in Chen Motong's hand made the members of the Lionheart feel a headache from the heart. Just at a distance of a kilometer, a face in the eyepiece, the next moment the red-haired girl's ability to predict the target dodge will increase significantly, profiling is a very useful ability, and the effect of profiling in the witch's hand is close to the metaphysics of the spirit of speech.

The Lionheart's reinforcements were blocked by a sniper rifle in the inner circle of the hunt, and their leader and target were in the same room, isolated.

Leaving behind a team of bodyguards, the second student council team prepares to touch the turtles in the two urns. But apparently they were wrong.

Three or four smoke grenades spread layers of white smoke in the unobstructed pine forest, which seemed to have become an optical shield for the prey.

Thermal imaging scans were useless, the king's flames flickered at the non-existent thermometer, and the colors in the thermal radiation were strange but could not spell out a human form capable of firing a gun.

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The narrow field of vision of the sniper eyepiece has become a limitation, and Nono simply puts aside the magnifier, and the golden vertical boy shrinks slightly, trying to find the little figure revealed in the smoke.

The sound of gunfire came from behind him, with a ferocious killing intent, and it was clear that the Lionhearts had also noticed a sudden anomaly, and distracting the snipers at this time was the best aid to their leader, and the crimson team under the pine forest of the low hills interspersed with the flanks to stop the assault.

But at this time, the commander of the Lionheart Society is very decisive with a strong man's broken wrist, and the soldiers who rushed forward did not care about casualties at all, and the two sides fired with all their strength with towering trees as cover, the scarlet bullets were tilted like money, and the alchemy bullets that were not as hard as brass still had a high impact, and the hundred-year-old trees were devastated, like traces of blood everywhere, if you add some broken arms and stumps, it is a terrifying scene of purgatory on earth.

"Do your best to press on, the target has reached a cooperation with the president, put pressure on the other sniper, she has already killed our entire team! Don't be stupid! Kill the sniper in the shortest amount of time. Lancelot stared at the sand table, his brain simulating the situation in real time, and at the same time, he held the walkie-talkie and shouted filial piety, this commander from France had always been mild-mannered, but the current situation did not allow him not to shout filial piety.

Loud gunfire rang out outside the tent, and he lunged forward with precursor perception, and the Desert Eagle's large-caliber bullets struck through the tent's canvas and splashed red mist on the sand table.

Caesar Gattuso! In a shootout of this intensity, the owner of the Scythe is a cheater, and with the built-in scanning radar in the brain without the slightest delay, coupled with his marksmanship, it is no exaggeration to say that Caesar Gattuso alone has more effective firepower than several squads!

"The student council's forces are all here, this is my problem, I didn't guess that Caesar would find and prioritize attacking our headquarters, but the president has established a cooperation with the target, and the goal of the Lionheart Society can be changed to a battle for victory."

"Kill the snipers of the Student Council as soon as possible, and Caesar will do everything in his power to intercept your path back to the Academy."

"I wish you all good luck." Lancelot casually dropped the radio, and through the radio waves, every soldier in the channel could hear it, and their vice-president raised his sword and firearm, and it was relegated to the familiar fire.

"." The strong man at the head of the assault team cursed, the submachine gun against his chest rang out suddenly, and the face shook with the rhythm of the bullet casing, except for the freshmen who were not deeply involved in the world, most of the Kassel students were old fritters who were familiar with firearms, and the members of the club even knew something about the tactics of local thermal weapon conflicts.

"Execute the order." After he finished speaking, he rolled over and rushed forward. Chen Motong was also in an extremely tormented situation at this time, not only because of the pressure behind her, but also because of the pressure behind her, her targets in front of her had become two, the fierce cheetah and the slippery loach had already dodged four bullets.

Chu Zihang is amazingly keen on the light of the sniper scope, once he is locked by the cross, he will accelerate explosively and change direction, and what is even more outrageous is that the bullet that is rarely expected to hit will be intercepted by Jun Yan.

As for the consumption of stamina? Not all of the 'A' grade hybrids were as strong as a cow, but before Chu Zihang sweated, the girl would probably be hit by a Frigga bullet.

As for the other? Lu Mingfei was slightly happy for his chicken thief, he shuttled between the towering pine trees and the bushes, the bullets hitting the dirt at his feet, but still missing.

"cksheepwall" He pierced the taboo window paper and became a cheating black sheep.

At this time, Lu Mingfei still didn't understand the full power of the cheats, the game field was full of hybrids carrying real knives and guns, but after all, they were white sheep who were enclosed in the sheepfold, fighting bravely with each other's horns, and the most fierce were occasionally taken outside to look at the wind, most of the time they bowed their heads to eat grass and didn't look outside, so they would be grabbed and sheared all the wool on their bodies with brushes.

The black sheep is different, it is a bad thing, it is a black sheep, it is Satan's devil, it stares at the wall every day, and one day it jumps over the wall and turns it out, it is not like those white sheep, it does not play cards according to common sense.

A bright red filter was added to his vision, and Lu Mingfei rolled on a lazy donkey to the right, suddenly bursting into a cloud of blood mist on the ground directly in front of him.

The sniper on the mound not far away fired again, aiming at Lu Mingfei's chest, and it was obvious that he didn't hit.

Nono's silver teeth gritted so hard that he almost fell into the extremely taboo mood of a sniper. The profiling is invalid.

She was not surprised that the first bullet failed to hit the 'S' rank, most high-level hybrids have an unreasonable sense of danger, especially for long-distance sniping, similar to Caesar and Chu Zihang can dodge her bullets.

But from the second bullet, she began to predict Lu Mingfei's dodge route, and in most cases, the prediction blessed by the profile could hit, but Lu Mingfei rushed forward with his head as if he didn't feel the bullet fired, and the bullet with the advance amount fell in the air.

In the end, Chen Motong emptied the entire magazine and came to a conclusion. Only if the bullet will indeed hit Lu Mingfei's body, he will dodge, and he will definitely be able to dodge.

It's like completely understanding her sniper mentality, and even her little tricks of adjusting the angle and deducting the hair are expected.

"I'm about to fail." The red-haired girl sighed: "The 'S' class evaded my sniping, and it is suspected that they have communicated with Chu Zihang, and we know that they are from the same middle school." ”

"Even you didn't succeed?" Caesar stared at the Lionheart's sand table, part of the sand stained bright red by the scraps of Friga's bullets: "Spirits? ”

"I can't tell." The girl held the gun and shook her head: "Every time my bullet hits his body, the target will subconsciously avoid it, and the predictive sniper target I made completely ignores it, as if I fully understand my psychology, and even figure out the fine-tuned sniper angle." ”

"Sounds outstanding."

"At least I don't think you can do that."

"I'm interested, Nono."

"In this way, whether he enters the student union or the Lionheart, you will be happy, not to mention, Chu Zihang is approaching, and the sniper's bodyguard may not be able to bear it."

"You shouldn't be trying to let me save you, I'll win as compensation."

"Good, good." The girl lifted the tactical dagger at her waist: "Accompany me to Chicago this weekend." She threw down the radio and didn't bother to hear an answer, and rushed forward to meet the immortal golden boy.