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He must get out of here in the shortest time possible.

Or kill the opponent.

This is a multiple choice question.

After a while of silence, Falcon started to look at the nearby backpack through the lens.

He decided.

It is impossible to leave.

Then kill it.

The opponent has already missed the opportunity and lost the best chance to snipe.

So for the Falcon, it is still possible to kill the Jedi.

as a world class sniper.

He has this confidence.

Falcon's thinking is active at this moment.

To complete the counter-kill, you must get a backpack.

But if you expose your figure to take it, you will surely die.

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A dilemma.

Every next step must be carefully considered.

It's wrong, it's death.

Falcon sat there for more than ten minutes, thinking about all possible ways.

The premise is that absolute security must be guaranteed.

At one point, he took off his jacket and blouse.

Chilla! The shirt was torn apart by him and turned into strips of cloth.

He connected these cloth strips two by two and temporarily made a cloth rope more than two meters long.

Then, he took out the dagger from the pocket between his legs and tied it with a cloth rope.

After doing all this, Falcon took a breath, and the approximate location of the backpack flashed in his mind.

Holding the dagger, Falcon threw it backhand.

Bang! The dagger landed in the back of the backpack.

With just a slight pull on the rope, the dagger can get stuck on the bottom of the backpack.

Bang! At this moment, a muffled sound rang out.

The sound was very light, the sound of a sniper rifle silencer.

The bullet hit the node of the cloth rope accurately.

But the cloth rope did not break immediately, and the gun needed to be repaired:.

Hearing the sound from the ground, Falcon's face changed slightly, and he quickly pulled the cloth rope without hesitation.

At the same time, the dagger caught the backpack and drove the backpack closer to him.

half a meter.

one meter.

One and a half meters.

Bang! The bullet shot again, directly breaking the node of the cloth rope.

The movement speed of the backpack stopped abruptly and stopped less than half a meter away from the Falcon.

At such a close distance, as long as the falcon stretches out his hand, he can reach it.

But he dared not.

Because he already knows the accuracy of the other party.

Through the lens, the node of the cloth rope has been broken.

Such a small target can be accurately hit during the movement process.

He didn't think that his arms would be stronger than the cloth rope.

"Military People"

This is the only possibility the falcon can think of.

In the sniper scope, Fang Ze's line of sight did not tremble.

He knew that the first mover would be the falcon.