Bending down to avoid the bullets shot from the window, Pan Guan rushed to a room on the second floor like an agile groundhog, and pulled out a narrow wooden box from under the cabinet near the door.

He licked his lips greedily. Pan Guan licked the lid of the wooden box neatly and carefully took out a firearm from the wooden box that looked like an MK11-0 sniper rifle. He reached out to stroke the anti-slip marks that had been obviously hand-modeled on the stock. Then he looked at the competition-level barrels with six enhanced metal edges attached. Pan Guan couldn't help but talk to himself with joy: "No wonder fried liver is so nervous about him... If it were me, I wouldn't have to let people know that I have such a baby!"

As if to remind Pan Guan that he was on the battlefield, a stray bullet roared on the wall above Pan Guan's head. After being hit by a bullet, it splashed scattered gravel, which only made Pan Guan's scalp hurt.

Involuntarily shrank his neck, Pan Guan reached out and grabbed a bullet and two magazines from the wooden box. After rolling all the way, he leaned on the table on one side of the room, and quickly filled the bullets into the magazine.

Perhaps because I had never seen anyone shoot back in the room on the second floor, the soldiers and ants mercenaries outside the small building poured most of the firepower towards the doors and windows on the first floor. The bullets that hit the windows on the second floor were almost all stray bullets caused by the soldiers and ants mercenaries fired randomly.

He raised his ears and listened to the direction of the gunfire outside the house. After filling out the two magazines, Pan Guan had already made a general judgment on the firepower distribution of the mercenaries outside the small building.

He pushed the wooden table with his back against the wooden table, and then he reached out and grabbed a pillow from the dusty bed on one side of the house. He pressed it straight into half a bucket of clean water in the room and soaked it for a while, and then threw the wet pillow on the table.

After breaking open the bipod under the gun, Pan Guan pulled the bolt and pushed the bullet to load it, his eyes were already looking at a Toyota pickup truck not far from the small building from the sight.

Out of absolute distrust of the shelter of the building, a sniper among the Soldiers wisely chose the relatively solid front position of the Toyota pickup truck as his own sniper cover.

Perhaps he had already had a clear victory over the offensive target. The sniper holding an SVD sniper rifle did not deliberately hide his figure, nor did he even follow the iron rule that snipers often changed their sniper positions. He just shot at the position where the flames were spitting out, regardless of the possible existence in the small building, and the counter-fire power against the snipers was targeted.

The weather is so hot, and there is no trace of wind passing by, which makes Pan Guan completely unnecessary to calculate the impact of humidity and wind direction on the ballistics. What's more, the shooting distance of less than 300 meters, and it is impossible for the modified sniper special bomb to have too much ballistic deviation.

Steadily aimed the T-rod in the sight at the soldier ant sniper who was fighting happily, Pan Guan gently pulled the trigger. At the moment when the air flow of the gun hit the wet pillow under the muzzle suddenly collapsed, Pan Guan was already holding the sniper rifle in his arms and sat on the ground!

Without checking his sniping effect, Pan Guan stretched out his arms and took off the wet pillow from the table, and rushed towards another room on the second floor. When Pan Guan just left the room, a sniper rifle bullet had already roared, hitting the tabletop, causing sand and dust on the wall to splash. Even the wooden tabletop was shot by the bullets that were shot in a long charred mark!

Although he turned his back to the wooden table, Pan Guan still felt the rapidly attacking bullet with clear purpose. He stopped moving forward, Pan Guan gently retreated to the room where he had just shot, and put the wet pillow on the table again.

He reached out and touched the scorched marks on the table, and then looked back at the obvious bullet inlaid on the wall. Pan Guan narrowed his eyes and looked along the scorched marks for a few glances, and suddenly found a slight reflection flashed through the roof of a three-story building pointed toward the scorched marks.

After hesitating for a moment, Pan Guan climbed to the side of the table, opened several drawers regardless of the drawers, and found a reverse mirror to check the rifle inside the gun chamber and a roll of ultra-high viscosity tape used to fix the explosives from the drawers. He carefully fixed the reverse mirror to a section of the table, and turned the mirror that was only the size of a mung bean toward the outside of the window.

Gently pressing the strong light micro flashlight switch on the reverse mirror, Pan Guan crawled towards another room with his sniper rifle again, pulling out two living bricks at waist-high position in the corner of the room, aiming from the preset shooting hole on the wall towards the building where the flash had just been seen. Almost as Pan Guan had just completed the aiming action of the gun, the metal tremor sound from the reverse mirror when it was hit by a bullet in the next room had already heard!

Without even looking at the rooftop position that was still flashing, Pan Guan aimed at a half-blade curtain in the middle of the three-story building, which was blown out by the air waves of bullets flying past, and pulled the trigger steadily. With the airflow brought by the whistling bullets, the curtains suddenly floated into the house. Pan Guan suddenly leaned back, crawling backwards and exiting the shooting position!

In an instant, the bottom floor of the small building was transferred to the second floor. In the blink of an eye, all the window sashes on the second floor had been dropped by bullets, and the solid concrete bricks were also riddled with holes. Several places were even hit by dense bullets!

Dodging from the bullets that were hit like rain, Pan Guan rolled along the stairs to the bottom floor with a dirt face. Before he could stand firm, Pan Guan shouted at Tang Guoming and Bao Lei, who were guarding the window or the perforation of living bricks on the wall: "Be careful! They must have snipers! It must be the veterans hired by the soldier ant!"

According to the gun, the mercenaries who showed their figures in the open space outside the window shot a long shot. Bao Lei shouted loudly: "If you are driven down, don't talk nonsense! Where did the soldier ants get the capital? Veteran snipers hire a veteran?"

After rolling and climbing to a living brick perforation hole, Pan Guan responded anxiously while scanning the position of the sniper within his sight with a gun: "How do I know this? I killed two snipers, one of which should be fed by the soldier ant himself with bullets. He has good shooting skills but has no sniper's combat awareness at all. The other must have received professional sniper training and actually knows to set up a reflective induced trap!"

He moved the shooting position with a hunched over, and Bao Lei shot a long shot from the gun again: "You have killed both of them? Then how do you know there are snipers?"

Putting his finger on the trigger of the sniper rifle, Pan Guan's eyes did not let go of any of the sniper's position that might be hidden: "The counterattack firepower came too fast, and there must be a sniper communicating with the battlefield commander of the soldier ant! Besides... you didn't hear the gunshots of the foreigners in our store becoming increasingly thin? They are all veterans who have been fighting for oil. The shooting positions they chose are very tricky, and they used all the original preset blocking positions in our store! If the sniper hadn't been sniping at them, relying on the soldiers and ants's troops, it would have been impossible to cause such a large amount of damage in such a short time!"

Rolling and pounced on the small door between the store and the kitchen, Bao Lei glanced into the store through the gap under the curtain, and his face suddenly changed color: "There are five left, all of them are all hanging in color... Now there are four left!"

He stood up suddenly. While running horizontally, Tang Guoming shot a series of staggered long and short shots out the window: "The soldiers and ants are attracted by the people caught by these foreign mercenaries in the armored vehicles! So their sniper firepower always hit the door of the store. They were afraid that after the foreign mercenaries hired to regain control of the armored vehicles, they would hold the captured man and forcefully break through, and even directly kill the person they caught!"

Holding Tang Guoming's shooting gap tightly, Bao Lei also performed the same horizontal running to stop the shooting: "Then let's get that armored vehicle?"

Sighing slightly, Pan Guan sighed in a low voice: "My dear Lord Bao, are you worried that you will not die fast enough? There is a 15-meter-long open space from the door of the lobby to the armored vehicle! Even a new recruit with a sniper rifle has time to shoot you more than three times!"

Angryly replaced the AK74U in his hand with another drum, Bao Lei swept out a fan from the window angrily: "Then we are waiting for the soldiers and ants to drown us alive?! Pan Guan, hurry up and kill the soldiers and ants sniper!"

Although there was no nervous look on his face, Pan Guan's voice was already a little obvious anxiety: "But I can't see where the remaining snipers are at all?! I'm just an accurate sniper! Unless I get back from the liver, I can tell that I'll be away from the snipers of the soldier ant!"

A hint of anger suddenly flashed in his eyes, and Bao Lei suddenly rolled to the cabinet that was almost knocked into a hornet's nest by a bullet. He reached out and lifted a stone slab under the cabinet that seemed to be exactly the same color as the floor: "Snipers are awesome, right? I don't believe it!"

Turning his head and looking at the neatly packed explosives in the cave under the stone slab, Pan Guan couldn't help but change his face: "Sir Bao, don't go crazy! All your inventory is improved sty explosives. If you really want to use it, our building will be shaken down, and then it will be the end of being buried alive!"

He reached out and took out several metal round cans tied together from the hole. Bao Lei's grin on his face was filled with bloodthirsty excitement: "I won't blow him up, I will kill these bastards - put on the gas mask!"

He hurriedly took the gas mask thrown by Bao Lei. Before Pan Guan could speak, a series of heavy shooting sounds of 50 caliber machine guns suddenly came outside the building, but he did not feel the unique vibration of a large caliber bullet when hitting the building. Listening to the obvious regular gunshots at the interval, Pan Guan was immediately overjoyed: "It's a big craftsman! Except for him, no one in this place can shoot the 50 caliber machine gun to the rhythm of Morse code!"

With a clear breath, Tang Guoming quickly shot a series of long shots at the mercenaries who were in chaos outside the window with his gun: "Tell Dagong that there are snipers with ants outside, please be careful!"

He hurriedly took a military signal flute in his eyes from the stove and put it to his mouth. Pan Guan held his strength and blew a series of rhythmic partridges. In response to the partridges' cry, the 50-caliber machine gun that showed his might just show his power again with the sound of Morse's electric code shooting sound, and once again gave Tang Guoming and others a reward: "The sniper and the commander of the battlefield of the military ant have been cleared, and the firepower is concentrated, and they are ready to counterattack!"
Chapter completed!