The shooter lying on the ground has reached the third level of the heavy weapon mastery and is one of the trump cards under Li. Whether it is point shooting or strafing, the score can be compared with the 100-meter shooting of an excellent soldier's automatic rifle. He is lying quietly at this moment, and his tattered military uniform can only barely cover the big hole in his chest. The same is true for the other soldiers, each of whom has an extremely eye-catching huge bullet hole.

Fasser wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled reluctantly, "It seems that the other party is an excellent sniper."

"It's not just excellent." Li Gao Lei replied coldly.

Fassle shrugged and said, "But I heard that ace snipers like to hit the eyebrows."

"His gun is different. If he hits the forehead, it will blow the whole head off." Ligao Lei looked at Fasser, and after a while, he continued: "He doesn't hit the head, so that we can see clearly the expressions of these people before they die."

Looking at the faces that were either frightened, horrified, confused, or confused, Fasser suddenly felt that the muscles on his face were so sore and could not laugh anymore. The huge bullet holes with a diameter of more than ten centimeters were so shocking that Fasser even had some illusion that the bullet holes had been moved to him and passed through the bullet holes in the night wind, bringing a heart-shaking coolness.

The light of the searchlight seemed particularly pale and dazzling at this moment.

All! The gunshots like thunder suddenly rang out, spreading rapidly in the empty wilderness, and the remaining sounds of gunshots echoed between the tall buildings in the pendulum city.

"It's an anti-aircraft machine gun!" As soon as he heard the gunshot, Ligao Lei immediately reacted. He suddenly rushed to the side and pressed Faser firmly under his body. However, he understood Su's shooting skills. Since he heard the gunshots, it meant that everything was too late. Any moves made by Ligao Lei could only serve as a comforting effect.

A stream of white smoke came out of the searchlight on the tenth floor and was extinguished. The veteran who was controlling the searchlight was penetrated by two anti-aircraft machine gun bullets. One almost broke his waist, and the other cut off half of his scalp. The last bullet fired from three points turned off the searchlight.

The young recruit sat blankly on the machine gun position, as if he had not understood what was happening in front of him. The hot blood flowed down his head, his face flowed into his clothes, making it very uncomfortable. The recruit was not injured, and what was poured on his head was the veteran's blood, and perhaps flesh.

The recruit suddenly remembered what the veteran said just now: "Boy! If you participate in a few more battles, or when you reach my age, you will understand that being able to do nothing all day is the greatest happiness."

The fear surged up at this time. The recruit suddenly squatted on the ground, hugged his head tightly, and cried hysterically.

In the dark night, the large ball of fire erupted from the muzzle of the anti-aircraft machine gun is so eye-catching that it is impossible to hide it. The experienced soldiers of the Roxerland Company almost spewed out long tongues of flame without thinking. Their instinctive reaction was very fast, and the shooting without aiming was quite accurate, but the effect was almost no. The reason was very simple. The effective range of the automatic weapon in their hands was difficult to reach 400 meters away, while the anti-aircraft machine gun fired more than 800 meters.

It was dark at night, and the only searchlight was turned off. Although there was a spare searchlight, no one dared to turn it on. The shooting position was more than 1,000 meters away from the searchlight, but it hit a single shot, and it was not a sniper rifle.

More than a dozen soldiers bent over and flipped over to the firing position of the anti-aircraft machine gun in a fan shape. However, the order issued by the lieutenant was stopped by Li Gao Lei. He deeply understood Su's gun technique and knew that Su was terrifying in the darkness. Such a few people were only allowed to die in the past. The armor of the patrol car could not stop the shooting of the anti-aircraft machine gun. Then, when he transferred people from the base or even the chariot, Su had long known where he ran.

Ligaole stood up. He was overthrown heavily on the ground and crushed by a majestic body of nearly 200 kilograms. Faser's body, who was nearly 60 years old, was obviously unable to bear it and finally got up. Faser habitually wanted to complain about something, but saw Ligaole staring at a place with bright eyes. He looked over Ligaole's gaze and saw the patrol car that was late. The anti-aircraft machine gun on the roof of the patrol car had been removed and replaced with an almost huge, but crude and ragged modified rifle.

Ligaolei boarded the patrol car, took off the modified rifle, and observed carefully. The rifle had a surprisingly long barrel, but the guardrail of the gun body was broken, and the barrel and the bolt were covered with scratches. No matter how you look at it, it was an old modified rifle that was nearly scrapped. It was powerful enough, the structure was simple enough, and the ballistics were stable. Perhaps it was the only advantage of this rifle. As a firearm expert, Ligaolei could not imagine that relying on this ragged rifle that was worth less than 300 yuan, Su killed Lecona under their noses, and forced the team with clear division of labor, advanced equipment and excellent ability to retreat.

Li Gaolei raised his gun and made a aiming move. Through the simplest ruler and sight, all he saw was the blurry building outline covered by the darkness. With such an original sight, could he hit a target a thousand meters away?

"Go back." Ligaolee threw down his rifle and said to Fassel. It doesn't matter whether there are invaders on the gun. Ligaolee has always been very clear that the target Su was aiming at was not him at that time, and the only reason was that he could not rank in the queue.

After returning to the headquarters, Fassel wanted to go back to his residence on the fifth floor to rest, but he didn't expect that Li Gaolei also followed him in. He threw himself heavily on the sofa in the outside room and said coldly: "The sofa here is more comfortable than my bed."

Fasser looked out of the bedroom and said, "At least you should take a shower. Now you smell very strong!"

Li Gaolei's body was like a spring, and he bounced off the sofa: "Ahhh! This is what you requested, and the water bill must be counted in your account!"

Fasser looked at his watch and said, "But you only have five minutes. In five minutes, I will cut off the cold water."

Five minutes later, Li Gaolei walked out of the bathroom with rising heat, looking comfortable. He only had a large bath towel around his waist, and his muscular body exuded the charm of a male.

Faser sat on the single sofa, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, his eyes crossed the glasses wrapped in tape, and looked at Li Gaolei: "The skin is good, very smooth."

The happy expression on Ligao Lei's face immediately disappeared without a trace, and he changed into a look of wanting to beat someone up. After losing his beard and chest hair, Ligao Lei, who was originally rough, became very handsome. He was already pretty good-looking, and his thick hawthorn and chest hair added a full male scent to him.

This night was spent in silence.
Chapter completed!