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Whether in movies, in life, or in real wars, sniper is always a palpable and fantasy word.

The mysterious killer in the eyes of these ordinary people is the arrogant falcon on the battlefield. They stayed away from the battlefield, scrutinized everything with sharp eyes, selected the target, and hit deadly.

Whether it is a high-ranking military rank or a cigarette that disappears in the ditch in the dark night, a finger in the depths of the cloud gently contracts and becomes a name on the death list or a star on the sniper record list.

The sniper is the cruel death in the void. They are covered with dense fog that is difficult to disperse. Quietly swaying a sickle of harvesting life in nothingness, and left quietly again.

Is it romantic? Unfortunately, these are **** legends.

The fat man pouted his buttocks in a pile of rot covered with dead leaves. Necked in his neck, his eyes swept in the sight. Of all his hard-working skills, the liar is his favorite. If **** is also a skill, fat people will choose this. Anyway, the sniper is what he hates the most.

The reason why the sniping practiced so hard at the beginning was that the fat man was fooled by the legend. Because in his impression, the sniper did not need to carry a gun and go to charge in a silly way. Hiding in a safe place, just hitting others. Such a good thing has great appeal to fat people who didn't understand it at the time and were greedy for life and death.

In fact, unlike most people's romantic imagination, snipers may be the most boring, lonely and least romantic profession in war.

No Mech Warrior's violent breakthrough made a strong collision. There was no charge of infantry mountain calling tsunami and fighting. There is no blood boiling, and there is no common life and death. Snipers are always changing positions again and again, choosing targets, enduring monotonous cannons and explosions, enduring hunger and cold, enduring the scorching sun, enduring mosquitoes, rats and ants. Just to pull the trigger.

Most ancient snipers were also equipped with observers. While modern snipers are lonely, they must find their own targets and make their own judgments. Their only partner was the sniper rifle that replaced the observer.

In the training of snipers, they often hold heavy training guns and stand in the hot sun or cold wind for a few or even ten hours. Their eyes should be trained in such a way that they do not blink for a long time, and their arms are more stable than the stock of the machine gun.

They deal with the environment all day long, wind direction, wind, light, angle, stealth hiding, gun knowledge, time control, listening, these boring subjects. Many of them finished training and stepped onto the battlefield, and died without a shot.

It is because they hid so well that no one knows where they are hiding.

In the scope, the electronic identifier has been turned on, and Stephen's height, weight and appearance characteristics have been entered by the fat man. Once there are qualified targets, the scope will automatically lock and send a signal. This is the ultimate goal. In the secondary goal, the fat man set the Gacharin badge above the university.

This Milan-made sniper rifle that mimics the shape of Garland uses the most advanced sights that Lere can get. Chuckner's "Eagle Eye 1300E" with both optical and electronic modes. In terms of value, this sight is twice that of the sniper rifle it is installed.

And this sniper rifle is not cheap, in fact, it is better than the sniper rifles used by most of the universe's top snipers. Milan has always made things with little consideration of costs.

Thinking of Milan, the fat man narrowed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against Garland, and the smooth body of the gun was like Milan's cool skin. Intoxicated for a long time, he continued to put his eyes on the sight and looked down.

At the south gate of the Cristals base, dozens of heavy transport trucks are lining up to pass through several checkpoints. The captain of the sentry on duty took the electronic identification card handed out by the driver and checked the fingerprint. The other sentries checked the truck. Two old Gachalin [Holy Sword] 14 mechs, standing straight at the energy muzzle, stood staring at the sides of the checkpoint.

A truck that passed the inspection drove into the base. A team of patrol sentries lined up in a straight line and crossed the side of the truck body. In the apron on the left side of the patrol, there are several training mechas older than the [Holy Sword] 14 at the door. A maintenance team is crawling on several mechas for inspection.

On the east side of the oval training field not far away, dozens of soldiers are breathlessly training for obstacle crossing. A soldier of similar size to a fat man climbed on a six-meter wall and could not turn over. The officer under the air yelled in a single pass. The other thin soldier, holding a heavy energy rifle, struggled deep and shallow in the chest puddle, crying while walking.

In the aisle beside the training ground, two colonel officers were talking and saw a lieutenant general approaching, quickly standing up to salute. The lieutenant lieutenant didn't know that his head was being aimed by a sniper rifle three kilometers away. He returned the gift hurriedly, handed the electronic folder he held in his right hand to his left, and quickly walked up the gate stairs of a small building and disappeared into the doorway beside the saluting sentry.

"Hoo." The fat man sighed softly. It is a common method for snipers to find key targets along related characters. And this lieutenant general, under the surveillance of the fat man, was the seventeenth officer who entered the tightly guarded small building above the university level. From this, the fat man can be sure that even if Stephen is not here now, he will definitely be here at a certain moment.

For the generals and nobles of Gacharin's army, the fat man is no longer familiar. The pictures of Skynet taken by the little fart boy point to the same place as the commanding power of these Stephen groups. At such a critical moment in the wrong battle, who can gather so many senior generals here except Stephen?

What is needed now seems to be just waiting.

The sight is moving gently. The small building is a typical Tanville building. With slender windows and heavy doors. The three-storey building looks concave from the air. There are also several attic windows on the herringbone roof. The entire building's beige walls were covered with ivy. Compared with other buildings in the base, the location and shape of this small building are unremarkable. It looks like an old library on a university campus.

Fat people will not be deceived by the appearance of this building. Such buildings exist in almost every base of Gacharin. North Building No. 2 of the Mythical Legion is an example. When building the base, these buildings, where military chiefs and commanders gather, usually have high-strength alloys as walls. In other words, under the old appearance of the small building, it is actually a pair of reinforced iron bones.

Several lofts on the roof of the small building are actually small air defense missile bases. There, at least one platoon of soldiers is responsible for aiming the missile at any flying object that enters the air defense zone. The layout around the small building is also very particular. The whole building is protected by other buildings and armored camps distributed around, missile launchers and firepower points. Water won't pour in.

Lou don't want to enter. Fat people believe that even if they can mix into the base, as long as they are close to the building, at least hundreds of eyes and hundreds of guns will stare at the same time.

Like a fat earthworm, the fat man carefully retracted his body into the soil covered with rot leaves and dead branches. Exposed only eyes and sniper rifle. Despite changing into protective clothing, the biological detection radar in the enemy base is not vegetarian. If the upper body is exposed for a long time. You may explain this body here.

Two [Falcon] -type armored fighters rose from the horizon far away from the base, and in the air one after another, roared and passed by the fat man at a low altitude. The mountain breeze blew and the canopy swayed and rattled. A few frightened birds fluttered with their wings flapped, and they went back into the forest after a few circles.

A three-step snake peculiar to Mozaki shuttled among the fallen leaves. It swam to a place not far from the fat man, spit out the letter, the snake head lifted slightly and swayed left and right, and swam away in a different direction. Among the dead leaves, two slight sounds came, and then became silent again.

The fat man turned a deaf ear to what happened next to him. He leaned his face against the butt, and his eyes caught the sight, like a lifeless stone sculpture. His body has been completely integrated into the environment. Heartbeat, only forty beats per minute. No more, no less. Breathe long and evenly and slightly.

Sniper gun, keep firing state. The sight of the sight is set at the entrance of the small building. Although the word guarding the rabbit is a stupid way to describe it. However, for snipers, this is often used. The difference between the sniper and the farmer is that the sniper is more patient and chooses the tree most likely to be hit by the rabbit.

In the scope, two sentries on the left side of the small building blocked the gate for a small half. Down the stairs in front of the door, a few large trees, and plants in the small garden in front of the building form a semi-occlusion space. The seemingly small gap, when the target moves, will cause a lot of trouble to the sniper a few kilometers away. If you add a guard or other person beside the target, there is almost no possibility of killing the target.

The sight of the sniper rifle, as the fat man breathes, swings back and forth on the doorway and the short three-step stairs in front of the doorway like a swing. This distance is the only chance for Fatty to kill Stephen. Once Stephen walks out of this position, the success rate of sniper will be reduced by 80%. Barely shooting is extremely unwise for any sniper to kill an important target.

Buried in the mud for a long time, the supply of blood has been a little bad. The fat man adjusted his breathing rhythm. Thousands of miles airborne, ran for a long distance. This is the only chance to wait for this journey.

Fingers, half a centimeter from the trigger, eyes and heartbeat, are the only active parts of the body.

The rest of the body is no longer his own. For a qualified sniper, the body is nature, it is soil, it is a tree, it is a mountain. After entering the sniper position, the sniper needs to be calmer and calmer than this mountain forest.

In front of Skynet, there was silence. How Skynet invaded the anti-detection system to get the picture, no one cares now. Waiting is a torment. This kind of torment is especially strong against the stone-like fat man in the mud.

The Christels base is still noisy and busy. Transport convoys, mechs, and soldiers come and go. The training on the training ground was over, and the fat and thin two soldiers were scolded by the training officer. In the distance, a patrol fighter took off and landed. Stephen, still did not appear. The senior officers who entered the building seemed to have disappeared.

What are they doing now, in meetings, in formulating combat plans, and chatting while holding coffee?

Everyone's mind is full of speculations. They tried to calm themselves down so that they were not upset, but the messy thoughts still appeared in their minds from time to time. Several hours have passed, fat man, what is he thinking about now. When will he be able to complete that shocking blow in the depths of this mud. Will that shot be hit? Will his hand tremble?

On Skynet, the fat man had his ears on his side.

The atmosphere in front of Skynet suddenly became tense. At a distance of less than 400 steps from the fat man, a patrol consisting of a [Holy Sword] 18 and five soldiers appeared.

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After the combat meeting was over, Stephen leaned back in his chair and stretched out his waist. The aristocratic cultivation and prudent behavior that he had developed since childhood, rarely made him so loose in front of everyone.

"It was actually defeated." Stephen looked at the report in his hand again with a little intention.

No one can imagine that Gacharin's elite legion, the most stinky general, was even beaten up. This time Reinhardt lost his face.

This news, a few hours ago, was not so funny. However, this news became interesting when the Desik armored forces seized Pritzker in a thunderous manner and rushed eastward.

In addition, under his own management, Feiyang's elite armored division is still trapped in it. Nearly forty infantry divisions and sixteen armored divisions took turns blocking, so that the Feiyang people could not form an effective breakthrough. The triumphant skyrockets leaned towards themselves a little bit.

Once the battle is over, West Dating understands that Reinhardt is not as powerful as he looks. It is Gachalin ’s old nobles who really dominate the planet! Still the Morton family!

Stephen put down the battle report and looked up. In the combat room, the generals chatted with ease, and some people were still adding coffee to the cups. Everyone seems to be leaving soon. After tense nerves for so long, now is a rare opportunity for everyone to relax.

Suddenly, Stephen remembered his half-brother. After a hint of depression, he shook his head and smiled, and now thinking about it, he would be too tight. The days to come are still long.

Stephen stood up, surrounded by several generals and confidants, and walked out. The thirty-ninth division is the final decisive force in his hands. Now, it's time to let this tiger out. Wrong, you must not lose your ground before the dawn of victory. And myself, I have already prepared an impassioned speech, and I will personally make my own team for the best.

The corridor of the small building looks a little dark. This is determined by the building materials of this fortress-like building. Going down the stairs, the door was pushed open by the guard, the sun was shining and the air was fresh.

Stephen smiled and walked towards the door.

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The patrol followed the ridge trail. Perhaps it was because in the rear, the patrolling soldiers were chatting while walking. The noise is getting closer.

"Xu Qing with turbidity and quietness." The fat man still held the gun steady, and at this time, he not only felt calm. He even turned himself into a quiet lake. The sounds and vibrations of the mechs getting closer and closer behind him have been excluded from the six senses.

When in the sight, several guards first pushed open the door and came out, in the alert position. In the fat man's consciousness, the whole world disappeared, only three kilometers away, the spot on the sight.

In front of Skynet, some of the staff had closed their eyes, and most people's palms were already sweating. The silence of the sniper rifle is relative to the sniper target. In this mountain forest, the gunshot may not reach the Christels base, but it can't escape the mecha collection that is less than 100 meters!

"Death is the reincarnation of life. When we face each other ..." The fat man completely ignored the approaching patrol behind him. His breath, in this silent recitation, entered the pole with the sniper gun in his hand A slight shaking rhythm.

The recitation continues: "I am not a killer, you are not a victim, we are just, dragged into this vortex by fate ..."

[Holy Sword] 18 individual soldier mechas have already reached the hillside behind the fat man. It turned around and walked around. The body made a shrill noise. Behind them, the patrolmen followed, panting, and a soldier leaned on the tree, bent over and gasped, causing other soldiers to laugh.

In the scope, several generals stepped out of the door of the small building, their bodies were half-sided. With these generals in a half-encircled direction, Stephen was surrounded by sights.

The sunlight cast on the eaves of the door of the small building, and a shadow cast diagonally. Stephen walked forward quickly while he was talking about something. Most of his body was blocked by a lieutenant general beside him. In the sight, he could only glance at his smiling face.

Under a tree no more than ten meters behind the fat man, the mocked soldier angered his companion with a gun in his hand and made a threatening gesture.

"In this earthly vortex, I have no choice ..." The silent muzzle moved slowly as he silently recited.

Stephen stepped out of the shadows, took a deep breath in the sunlight, and immediately took the first step. The general beside him had already stepped down to the second step. A gap suddenly flashed.

"And you ... have no choice." The reading stopped. Sight, nailed firmly to the target.

As if after a thousand years, the gunshots rang. In the Skynet picture, Stephen's head suddenly turned. A puffy blood mist sprayed out, spraying his head and face with a general speaking next to him.

Several guards rushed up, and a female officer who followed followed screamed with a stern voice.

Stephen fell. The head touches the ground. The pool of blood spreading rapidly was so shocking in the sun. His head was opened a big hole from the side. His eyes were empty, staring at the sky. In the sky, two unknown birds made a clear cry, chasing each other and flying up the eaves of the small building.

In front of Skynet, Niya grabbed Bonnie. The two women's hands clasped tightly.

Time seemed to freeze.

The fat man slowly retracted the gun. His face calmly and ruthlessly ... trembling ... A pair of eyeballs separated from side to side, wishing to turn to the back of the head to see the movement behind. His body began to sink. The trembling lips continued to read silently.

"... Since we have no choice, so don't blame me. Go for it. When I'm dreaming, don't come to me. When I'm having sex, don't look at me ..."

The soldier waving the energy gun in his hand was stunned. His partner was also taken aback by the gunshot. After avoiding conditionally, he turned back and glared at him. The soldier was aggrieved, while screaming: "Not me!" While looking at the gun in his hand.

The fat man's eyes have been submerged in mud. Through his breathable hollow tube mouth, he continues to chant vaguely and persistently. My mind must not be quiet. Do you want to call it back? "

In front of the Skynet screen, these seconds are as long as centuries. It was crazy long.

The patrolling soldiers looked at each other, their expressions became strangely weird. At the same time as they spread out in an alert, the fat man's hair finally sank completely into the mud.

A small bubble floated quietly in the muddy water. The blister crooked, as if it had been attracted by something, and got under a dead leaf.

In the sky, a fighter jet roared, getting lower and lower, and landed at the airport far away from the base. At this moment, a sharp and harsh alarm sounded suddenly from the base.

On the roof, beside the road, at the gate. The alarm light was spinning desperately, and the red light stained the entire base.

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Heaven and earth conscience, this is definitely not a manuscript.

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