The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 72 Sniper
For no reason, the sniper lying on the edge of the roof suddenly felt a pain between his brows, and he subconsciously rolled to the side, but nothing happened except to startle the observers who teamed up with him.

what happened?

The lunatic who dressed himself up as a murderous Jason on Halloween looked at him from a distance of hundreds of meters with those swirl-like dark and silent pupils.
just a look,
And he felt the despair of dying from the bottom of his heart, like falling into a river covered with icy edges and turbulent undercurrents. From the soles of his feet to his scalp, there was no place where the flesh and blood did not coagulate and become numb.

The soldier wiped the cold sweat off his palms with lingering fear, for a moment he thought he was going to die.

It's okay,

He turned his head with a wry smile, just as he was about to say something to his teammate, when he saw his teammate's head burst open, like a pumpkin being beaten violently by a steel baseball bat, the fragments splashed and the juice flew horizontally.

The gunshots from the office building in the distance came later, and the sniper turned his head in a daze. He saw the shooter through the expensive high-end military night vision goggles.

Li Ang was squatting by the wall with his knees bent, holding a temporarily seized rifle in his hand, half-throwing the body of the gun out of the window sill, and there was a little lingering smoke from the black muzzle of the rifle.

If we break down the matter of just a few seconds and explain it in detail, then Li Ang first analyzed the weapon, range and location used by the opponent based on the bullet marks deeply sunken on the wall,
He bent down and quickly found a safe and hidden bunker, hiding behind the wall that snipers couldn't find,

Immediately, he stretched out his toes and hooked a corpse of a dead soldier, and flew the rifle hanging in the corpse's hand into the air.
Effortlessly, he caught the rifle, put his finger on the trigger indifferently,
There is no support for aiming aids, no wind vane, not even a high-power night vision lens specially used for sniping,
He just took a little aim with the pitch-black pupils under the hockey mask, and seized the slight chance to kill in the dark.

Between the lightning and the flint, the index finger was clasped.

The rifle bullet spanned hundreds of meters, climbed obliquely, spun, and hit the temple of the observer on the roof of another building, blasting the fleshy skeleton blocking the way forward into pieces.

In the eyes of modern teenagers bombarded by shooting video games, this move may be unremarkable, just a successful sniper kill.

However, anyone who has a basic understanding of shooting knows how incredible and difficult it is to kill a target at a distance of hundreds of meters in such an urban night scene with low visibility, turbulent wind direction, and noisy noise .

Slight breathing, spontaneous shaking of the body, the state of the gun chamber, and even the current temperature and humidity of the air may cause the bullet to graze the target's scalp, or even deviate a few tens of centimeters and return without success.

Kacha, the scorching copper bullet casing flew out, before it hit the ground, Li Ang fired again,
The second bullet flew out at a muzzle velocity of over 700m/s, and Li Ang silently put away the gun before confirming that the second kill was complete.

Let the bullet fly for a while.

The moment his compatriots were headshot in front of his eyes, the sniper had instinctively started to flee before his rationality, the soles of his feet stepped on the dusty concrete floor of the roof, his heartbeat almost burst
Is less than a second long enough for him to escape?
Unfortunately, the answer is no.

The bullet skimmed through the heat of the fireworks, pulling out a misty smoke that caught up to his back,

Like a charming and gentle lover stroking his back with his palm, the bullet split the bulletproof vest, pierced into the flesh, and the rotating and deformed bullet twisted the internal organs into an indistinguishable pulp.

step, step,
Out of inertia, the sniper took two steps forward, his burly body collapsed suddenly, and the gurgling blood gushing out from behind slowly slid down to the rainwater pipe on the roof along with the dust.

At this time, his hoarse breathing that almost broke the bellows can still be transmitted to Baron Sterak's earphones through radio signals.

The subordinate's dying breath did not make Baron Sterak lose his mind. He took a deep breath, turned off the radio contact with the sniper, and forced himself to calm down.

"Group D has been completely wiped out. Everyone in Group B goes downstairs and alternately covers Group C's retreat. Pay attention to the corners and don't stand too densely. The opponent has a rifle and has an overwhelming advantage in combat power at short and medium distances."

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

In the communication channel, the well-trained Hydra soldiers were full of doubts but did not ask questions. What did the screams from the downstairs office area and Baron Sterak's so-called "overwhelming combat advantage" mean?
Isn't there only one person on the other side?With a mere mortal body, how could it be possible to deal with so many elite fighters at the same time.

The very short time of action is not enough to analyze the specific plan luxuriously. The Hydra soldiers marched silently, forming a temporary position at the stairway, and the firepower network weaved in an instant can tear any intruders to pieces.

It's really black humor. Usually, the Hydra army, which can overcome any challenge, has to hide in the narrow stairwell at this moment, and is highly vigilant about the attack of the enemy army with a number of one.

The wind on the roof is so cold, Baron Sterak's intestines are about to turn green. He thought that the elite tactical team convened this time could help him open up the situation in Gotham City and establish more stable allies with local forces such as the Penguin. relationship, and by the way, improve your status within the Hydra organization,

Who would have thought that a mere Halloween costume fan would slaughter a team of ten without any effort, without even leaving any scars.

But this serious loss also means a huge opportunity.

Just imagine, if this Rentu can be absorbed and recruited, it will provide huge support for the Hydra organization and improve Baron Sterak's voice.

No matter how bad it is, killing Ren Tu on the spot and bringing the body back to the laboratory for anatomy and analysis is also a good deal.

Baron Sterak's thoughts turned sharply, but out of the corner of his eye, he happened to catch a glimpse of Penguin standing on the edge of the roof, holding up his mobile phone and talking about something.

"Mr. Copperpot?" Baron Strack raised his eyebrows and said softly, "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing." The Penguin turned off his phone calmly, and said with a smile, "I just called some smart and capable men over to prepare to completely seal off the building, which can prevent the murderer from escaping and prevent the news of the gun battle from leaking. is there a problem?"

"." Baron Sterak stared at the face of the penguin, and after a long time, he pulled the corners of his mouth into a blunt arc, "I don't think there is a problem."

(End of this chapter)