Marvel – Immortal Path

For no apparent reason, the sniper lying on the edge of the roof had a sudden pain in his eyebrows. He rolled subconsciously to the side, but besides the observer who teamed up with oneself, he was startled. Nothing happened.

What's the matter?

The fanatic who dressed oneself as a murderous Jason on Halloween, away from the distance of several hundred meters, looked at Oneself with that vortex-like pitch-black and silent pupil,

Just a look,

And from the bottom of his heart he is on the verge of death despair, like falling into a river full of icy edges and undercurrents, from the soles of the feet to the scalp, there is no blood without solidification and numbness .

The soldier wiped the cold sweat from his palms with a lingering heart, and at that moment he thought that oneself would undoubtedly die.

Fortunately, it’s okay,

He turned his head with a wry smile, and just wanted to say something to his teammate, but saw his companion’s head burst open suddenly, like being beaten by a steel baseball bat. Like a pumpkin, the fragments are splashing and the juice is flying.

After the gunfire came out of the office building in the distance, sniper turned his head sluggishly. Through the expensive high-end military night vision device, he saw the shooter.

Li Ang was kneeling and squatting against the wall, holding the temporarily seized rifle in his hand, and half of the gun body out of the window sill, while the dark rifle muzzle of that rifle was wafting with some smoke.

If this short matter of a few seconds is broken down and elaborated in detail, Li Ang will first analyze the weapon, range and location used by the opponent based on the deeply recessed bullet marks on the wall.

He leaned down, quickly found a safe and hidden shelter, hiding behind the wall that the sniper could not find,

Immediately stretched out his toe hook, hooked the body of a dead soldier, and hung it on The rifle in the corpse's hand was directly picked up and flew into the air.

Easily and freely, he caught the rifle and put his finger on the trigger indifferently and ruthlessly.

There was no support for assisting aiming. There is no weather vane, or even a night vision high-power lens specially used for sniping.

He just used the dark pupils under the hockey mask to aim slightly, and seized the chance to kill in the dark. .

In a flash, snap your index finger down.

The rifle bullet crossed several hundred meters, climbed diagonally, and rotated, hitting the temple of the observer on the roof of another building, and shattered the flesh and blood skeleton blocking the way forward. Crumbs.

In the eyes of modern teenagers who have been bombarded by shooting-themed video games, this move may be unremarkable, but just a successful sniper.

However, anyone who has a superficial knowledge of shooting knows that in such an urban night scene with low visibility, disordered wind, and noisy noise, the target is to be killed at a distance of several hundred meters. How incredible, as difficult as heavenly ascension.

Slight breathing, spontaneous body tremors, the state of the barrel, and even the current temperature and humidity of the air, may cause the bullet to scratch the target's scalp, and even deviate from a few tens of centimeters. And back.

Cracking, the still hot copper shells flew sideways and ejected. Before they landed, Li Ang fired another shot.

The second bullet had a muzzle velocity exceeding 700ms. Speeding out, Li Ang didn't even wait to confirm the completion of the second kill, and he silently put away the gun.

Let the bullet fly for a while.

At the moment when the compatriot was headshot in front of oneself, the sniper had already instinctively started to flee before rationally. The soles of the feet stepped on the dusty concrete floor of the rooftop, and the heartbeat almost burst.....

Is less than one second enough for him to escape?

Unfortunately, the answer is no.

The bullet swept over the heat of the fireworks, pulled out a misty and phantom smoke, and caught up with his back,

like a charming and gentle lover caressing with the palm of his hand On the back, the bullet cut the bullet-proof vest and pierced into the flesh. The rotating and deformed bullet twisted the internal organs into an indistinguishable paste.

Step on, step on,

Out of inertia, the sniper took two steps forward, and his burly body collapsed. The gurgling blood flowing from behind engulfed the dust and slipped slowly to the rooftop. Rainwater pipes.

At this time, his hoarse breathing sound that is almost a broken wind box can still be transmitted to Baron Strucker's earphones through the Wireless Electronics signal.

The subordinate's dying breath did not make Baron Strucker lose his mind. He took a deep breath deeply, closed the contact with the sniper's Wireless Electronics, and forced oneself to calm down.

"Group D has been completely wiped out. Everyone in Group B went downstairs and alternately covered the retreat of Group C. Pay attention to the corners. Don’t stand too densely. The opponent has a rifle, and it is overwhelming in the middle and close range. Battle strength advantage."

His voice is hoarse and deep, reminiscent of sandpaper rubbing glass.

In the communication channel, the well-trained Hydra soldiers were full of doubts but did not ask questions, the screams from the office area downstairs, and what Baron Strucker's so-called "overwhelming battle strength advantage" is. Meaning?

Isn’t there only one person on the other side? How can trifling physical body and mortal flesh deal with so many elite warriors at the same time.

The very short action time is not enough to analyze the specific plan luxuriously. The Hydra soldiers marched in silence and formed temporary positions at the stairway. The firepower net woven in an instant could make any intruders torn apart. Into pieces.

It's really black humor. Normally, the Hydra army, which can defeat any challenge, has to be huddled in the narrow stairwell at this moment, being highly vigilant against the attack of a single enemy army.

The wind on the rooftop is so cold that Baron Strucker’s intestines are about to regret. I thought the elite tactical squad gathered this time could help him open up the situation in Gotham City and establish a relationship with local forces such as the Penguins. A more stable alliance relationship, by the way, improve oneself’s position within the Hydra organization.

Who would have thought that a trifling Halloween costume hobby person would be effortless to kill a Ten Men Squad, even with scars Did not stay.

But... this serious loss also means a huge opportunity.

Imagine that if this person can be recruited and recruited, it will provide the Hydra organization with huge battle strength support and improve Baron Strucker's right to speak.

No matter how bad it is, killing people on the spot and bringing the corpse back to the research room for Dissection analysis is also a good deal.

Baron Strucker's thoughts turned sharply, but from the corner of his eyes he caught a glimpse of the penguin standing on the edge of the rooftop, holding his cellphone silently and talking.

"Mr. Copper?" Baron Strucker raised his eyebrows and said softly: "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," the Penguin calmly closed the cellphone, said with a faint smile: "I just called some savvy and capable men over and prepared to completely seal off this building. This can prevent the murderer from escaping and prevent the news of the gun battle from leaking. Is there any problem?"

"....." Baron Strucker stared at the penguin's face. After a long time, he pulled the corners of his mouth with a sharp curve, "I think there is no problem."