Before he knew it, McDaon's nose could not sense the pungent smell of rotten garbage. The harsh gunshots quieted in an instant, but instead his breathing became heavy like a hurricane blowing. The sound of his heartbeat also began to make a loud bang like a symph. All moving objects that could be seen in front of him also became particularly slow...

For a professional sniper, this feeling similar to a wandering outside is usually a necessary beginning for a perfect sniper. In this artistic conception that can only be understood but not expressed, the sniper and the sniper rifle in his hand have perfectly integrated into a whole.

When the finger pulls the trigger, the sniper can even hear the sound of the gun striker moving in the chamber in a noisy battlefield environment. The sound of the gun striker being pushed onto the fire of the bullet can be even more deafening. After this, the sniper can even clearly sense the trajectory caused by the bullet flying out of the muzzle when the bullet tear the air.

Almost inertially calculating the range of splashing killing that the bullet could cause after the bullet penetrates the wall, McDaon pulled the trigger steadily. The moment the bullet was released, McDaon had clearly seen a hole the size of a bowl on the wall hit by the bullet in the sight. And behind the wall, a large ball of smoke and dust formed by the sputtering was suddenly raised.

But... there is no large blood mist formed after the target is hit by a deformed warhead and sputtered building debris!

Without any hesitation, McDaon suddenly turned his body to the left. The domestic garbage that originally covered McDaon was as heavy as a hill at this moment, which made McDaon's turnover obviously slow down.

Almost at the moment when McDonn's body began to roll, less than ten centimeters in front of McDonn's eyes, a large ball of domestic garbage had been blown away by the whistling bullets. The stinky domestic garbage residue hit McDonn's face like a heavy rain.

Without even experiencing whether there was a large wound on his cheek, McDaon was glad that he had worn sniper goggles with sufficient strength to keep his eyes, but he escaped from the garbage that was wrapped around him and pounced into a pit next to the garbage dump.

He hunched over as much as possible. McDaon had just stabilized his body. A bullet had already roared across the edge of the depression where McDaon was hiding, hitting the ground less than five centimeters beside McDaon!

As he hunched over, McDaone looked around the small depression where he was hiding, and then thought about the direction of the bullet that had just passed by the edge of the depression and hit him, and his heart suddenly felt cold...

Although he was near the battlefield where gunfire was everywhere, the sharp gunshots of sniper rifles could not escape McDonald's ears. The time interval between the bullet hitting the edge of the depression and hearing the gunshot of the sniper rifle was about one second. Judging from the angle of the bullet fired by the bullet, the sniper who shot this bullet was obviously in a sniper position on a higher terrain, which ensured that the bullet could have enough shooting angles so that the bullet could barely pass through the edges of the depression and hit him.

In other words, I was hiding in the depression and had been locked by the opponent who set a trap to lure him and could no longer move!

If your opponent has a curved fire weapon that is easy to carry and has a faster rate of fire, then your ending is determined. The difference is nothing more than being killed by a grenade or a mortar shell, or being shot by a sniper who has already gained the absolute advantage?!

As soon as he thought of this, McDaon quickly pressed the communicator button and habitually lowered his voice and shouted: "Lieutenant, I need your assistance!"

It seemed surprised that the battlefield lone wolf, who had always been alone and even lazy to communicate with him, took the initiative to ask for help. Madison's reply clearly felt a little hesitant: "Speak out your battlefield code and indicate your identity?"

He frowned impatiently, and McDaon still kept his lower voice: "I have never had a battlefield code! I...I was locked by the opponent's sniper and let your man shoot two grenades at the position I specified!"

He quickly reported his calibrated shooting position. McDaon had just released the communicator button, and several grenades had exploded near the position specified by McDaon.

A small dentist's sight glass was found from his arms. McDonn slowly raised the sight glass and observed the killing effect of the grenade from the sight glass that was only the size of a thumbnail.

Obviously because he had no confidence in the combat power of those warlord armed personnel holding gun grenade launchers, Madison deliberately increased the number of gun grenade launchers when he issued the shooting order, attempting to use intensive shooting to ensure the combat effectiveness. From the viewing mirror, at least five black smoke columns rose from some relatively complete two-story buildings and drifted towards the sky in distortion.

Making roughly estimates the remaining positions of the snipers, McDaone pressed the communicator button while looking at several taller buildings remaining in the spectator mirror: "There are two high-rise buildings with the bounce point southward, and...."

Before McDaon could finish his words, a bullet roared on the mirror that McDaon held in his hand. The huge impact force not only shattered the mirror that was only the size of a thumbnail, but also made McDaon's metal handle that was grabbed in his hand suddenly flew out. Even McDaon's fingers were shocked and hurt.

Subconsciously shrank his neck, McDaon's speech speed involuntarily accelerated: "There are two high-rise buildings that are bouncing southward and one high-rise buildings that are southeastward, blow them up! The damn sniper is hiding in those buildings..."

The sound of the rifle grenade explosion sounded again within a minute after McDawn's words fell. To McDawn's expectation, the explosion that should have been more intense than just now seemed a little scattered. Without waiting for McDawn to ask, Madison's voice had already sounded from the communicator worn by McDawn: "Damn... that sniper is simply using you as bait! He is now shooting and killing those guys holding rifle grenades!"

As soon as the words were finished, the long gunfire of the m60 machine gun suddenly became the main melody notes on the battlefield not far away. As the gunfire sounded, Madison's voice seemed increasingly anxious: "Damn... these two guys are inducing us to continuity, and now they are making the decision on the battlefield! You have to do something... I'll be there soon! Cut into the battlefield in three minutes!"
Chapter completed!