The Super Special Forces King

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Da da da.

Zhang Feng's body was shrunk behind the big tree that needed two people to embrace, the bullet fell on the trunk and banged, and the dry bark was peeled off.

Just as he was about to retreat, under the cover of the trunk that his body was about to leave, a sense of life and death was suddenly felt like a cold back.

The body that had been let out quickly retracted back.

At the same time, there was a muffled sound, bang!

A bullet stepped out of the tree trunk, leaving a deep bullet mark on it.

"Huh." Zhang Feng panted, licking his dry lips with his tongue.

If it were not for the early warning of a sense of crisis of life and death, that bullet could have killed oneself, and now it is also clear that there is a sniper behind the life chase!

The horror of snipers does not need to be said. They are like eagle falcons hovering in the sky. They have the fastest speed and can most accurately lock their prey to give the opponent a thunderous blow!

It's not a good thing to be topped by a sniper!

Zhang Feng didn't dare to move his body. He knew that the sniper must have locked the target in his position. As long as his body left, the bullet would shoot at his body.

However, a large group of chasing soldiers are approaching themselves. If they don't move right away, they will only end up being surrounded and strangled.

He took off the hat on his head and threw it to one side suddenly, and at the same time, his body rushed out to the other side!

boom.

The dull sound of the sniper rifle sounded, and the thrown helmet was beaten and changed its direction!

Zhang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, it seems he was right!

Taking advantage of this gap, quickly rushed into the jungle, and distanced from the opponent as soon as possible.

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Ange's face was painted with oil, and he was wearing a combat camouflage uniform, his eyes were like a dove.He is the apprentice of Park Ligai. The aboriginals who grew up in the Golden Triangle, are familiar with the jungle to the extent that they are familiar with the plants and trees.

When I went out to perform an assassination mission, I received a letter from my master last night, and I hurried back to see scenes of broken arms and limbs.

Hearing the trace of the opponent, he chased him with his sniper rifle.

Two consecutive bullets failed to kill the target. This is something that has never happened before.But the more so, he hated more and more.

Watching Zhang Feng's back quickly run through the jungle, back and forth, there is no regularity at all, and every time I stay is intentionally under cover, there is no chance to continue shooting!

Putting away the sniper rifle, he roared coldly: "Disperse, keep shooting! Don't give him a chance to rest!" (Thai)

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, a cold snort, and he said to himself: "Even if it drags me, I will drag you to death!"

Holding a sniper rifle, he quickly pursued in the direction where Zhang Feng's back disappeared.

Zhang Feng is also advancing fast, like a cheetah, traveling back and forth in the jungle.

The continuous sound of gunshots behind him and the bullets fired by the whistling made him maintain an irregular forward path to prevent being locked by the sniper's muzzle.

The chasing soldiers behind him are chasing in a fast straight line, which causes the distance between the two to keep getting closer.

"I can't go on like this, I must find a way to kill the sniper!"

But for a time, Zhang Feng couldn't think of a way to kill the snipers hidden in the dark among the many enemies, so he could only put it in his mind for the time being.

Patter.

Fast forward, stepping into the silt under the weeds for three consecutive times, just below the calf.

Pulling out the thick sludge on his calf, Zhang Feng frowned slightly, and moved on quickly.

Zhang Feng's trace was lost in the gaze of the chasing soldiers behind, but the traces of a person's walk cannot be erased.

The chasing soldiers squatted on the edge of the silt, and could see traces of trampling in it. Looking ahead, many of the corn grass was stained with sludge, extending far away.

Ange, wearing a camouflage uniform, ran over quickly, with a slight sneer at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Follow this trail!"

Everyone circumvented the mud and rushed to the front quickly. They had just traveled a distance of 100 meters, and the people who walked in front felt stumbling under their feet, and subconsciously looked down, booming!

A violent explosion sounded, and the front enemy was directly blown by the shock wave and shrapnel to fly upside down two meters. There were several deep shrapnel inlaid on his face, and the chest was marked with a foot-long hole by the flying shrapnel. , The flesh turned out, the white and miserable ribs were exposed, and the blood flowed freely.

Ange walked over, raised the pistol, pulled the trigger directly, and the bullet glanced at his head.

He didn't look at the corpse anymore, and said coldly: "Chasing! Let him run away, General Kunsha will not let you go!" (Thai)

Everyone's faces were full of sorrow and grief, but they still gritted their teeth and chased forward.

Ange was also holding a sniper rifle, and quickly drove forward.

In the mud that he had just stepped on behind him, Zhang Feng slowly raised his body, his body was already covered by mud.

He opened his mouth abruptly, breathing heavily. Just now the enemy was close at hand, Zhang Feng didn't even dare to breathe.

He knew even more that the trail he had deliberately left in front was not far, and it would not take long to chase soldiers to realize that he was not in front of them at all.

When the time comes, Reflex will come back to track itself. It is not realistic to escape from the jungle under the chase of these people, and there is also a sniper with a nose better than Torino.

So what he has to do is to kill the sniper as soon as possible!

Wiping the mud off his face, Zhang Feng's eyes were filled with a cold smile.

As long as one's luck is a little bit short, he will be discovered by the enemy close at hand. If that happens, it must be a dead end!

Finally, I got the chance to change the role, now I am a hunter, and the sniper has become a prey!

Ange pointed toward the searcher forward through the scope of the sniper rifle. The large group pushed forward on his flank, and the prey had not appeared for a long time, which made his heart a little drumming.

His eyes fell on the mud-stained footprints on the ground weeds, and it stopped here without warning!

The brows are locked tightly together, can this prey still grow wings and fly from the sky?

While he was searching, a figure quickly approached him.

It was Zhang Feng. The mud on his body had dried up slightly, sticking to his face and clothes, like black armor.

Approaching gently, raising his head slightly, Zhang Feng held up the rifle in his hand and locked the muzzle to the sniper's back.

At a distance of more than ten meters, Zhang Feng was sure that he could hit the opponent even with his eyes closed.

The index finger slowly pressed the trigger, and just as he was about to pull it, the sniper hiding in the branch suddenly turned around and shook his sniper rifle.

The eyes of the two people intersect in the air, and both can see surprise in the eyes of the other person.