In the rain, Kasia hunched over and crept over to the sniper who was still probing his surroundings. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info have been prepared to choose to wear soft leather shoes, and the soles are not as hard as patent leather shoes. The sound of walking on the slate concrete is not particularly noticeable, and just pay attention to it to perfectly cover the sound under your feet under the surrounding background sound.

He was about to get close behind the sniper, but Kasia wasn't noticeable about the perception emanating from the person in front of him. As the deadliest back, the sniper chose to hand them all over to the buzzer arranged at the staircase. But the devices didn't serve to protect and warn him, and because he had completely given his back to these arrangements, the sniper's back didn't mean to be guarded at all. All the energy is focused on observing inside the scope.

Until his neck was crushed by a hand in an instant, he didn't notice that at some point, a figure was already crouching next to him.

It seems that not all of them are surgeons, but the majority of them are generally trained. Kasia shifted the sniper's body a little, and he carefully leaned on his narrator, scanning his surroundings through the sniper scope.

Kara's bullet-riddled room didn't escape his eyes, and as expected, something had happened. But bullet holes and the thirsty blood on the side of the broken metal door showed that it wasn't in the recent past.

"Although there is no Carla here, the current situation does not tell that Carla is safe and sound. Kasia repositioned the dead sniper's body into an observing position, then crawled back to the staircase, and quickly ran to the position of the other sniper. "Maybe the person they're waiting here for is the one they are waiting for, and they don't have to. The thought came to Kasia's head, and the speed of her feet quickened a little, and like a black cat frightened by thunder on a rainy night, she deftly flew past the building covered in night.

If you want to know the specific situation, it seems that the best way to ask through the mouth of the enemy is to ask it. The curriculum in the military school is very comprehensive, even if many fields are not deeply involved, just explain the basic principles and methods. But that doesn't stop Kasia from knowing what are the best ways to get the enemy to tell the truth.

The first step at the moment is to reduce the number of enemies. Even though the majority of them are ordinary personnel, when they form a fully covered network of firepower, the body and ability of the surgeon will not allow them to save a life from the bullet.

Repeating what had just happened, Kasia eliminated the sniper in front of him and went to the next sniper's location at a faster speed. Each sniper position is separate and radio-equipped. All it takes is a periodic report on location and survival in the communication network, and Kasia's plan of action will be fully exposed.

All he can do now is to speed up his speed and efficiency as much as possible, and get rid of these snipers who will put cold guns in the back in the shortest possible time. And I prayed in my heart that their periodic reporting time would not be too short.

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There was a dim light in the hallway, barely illuminating the dilapidated staircase. There was no one, only cold air blowing in from the rain curtain. In the darkness that the light couldn't reach, there was a subtle friction sound, as if someone had rubbed their wet and cold palms because they were too cold. It's a hell of a weather to be able to freeze in the middle of summer. At least that's what those who are on guard in the darkness have in their hearts at the moment.

These are a dozen or so teams that have cooperated with each other to find concealment and guard the staircase on the fifth floor. They had been waiting here for a while, and now that the goal had come, they were a little excited and nervous. On the same night two days ago, they were doing the same thing, but in the end, more than a dozen people died for various reasons, which made them all have a little shadow in their hearts. The cold sweat from the palms of the hands made the already wet palms even more sticky and uncomfortable. The arrangement in the corridor in front of him had been made a day before, not a buzzer with a thin string, but a piece of finely ground glass powder evenly sprinkled on the top of the stairs. Unless the sole of the shoe is tied with a thick layer of cotton, the sole of any shoe will make a noise when stepped on it. The near-enclosed corridor acts as a megaphone at this time, telling them that the enemy is coming.

It's just a squad, and there are several other squads around the perimeter that cooperate with each other and hide, each on a different level, until the target they are waiting for comes, and then they can cooperate with each other to contain the enemy.

And in the order issued this time, it is also life and death for the target. Although it would be best if you could be captured alive, making things simple and easy to understand is something that everyone likes to see. The more the enemy lives, the more time the danger will accompany you.

At this moment, a small green dot suddenly appeared in the darkness, and it flickered three times regularly before disappearing. This is a periodic reporting timer, reminding each squad leader to report on time for what is happening in front of him.

Turning on the radio, the captain of the staircase team on the fifth floor deliberately lowered the volume to prevent the electronic noise from traveling too far. Inside, they report on their surroundings one by one in a pre-agreed order. Soon it was his turn.

Pressing the button of the microphone, the standard clear imperial Chinese voice was clearly transmitted through the radio signal: "There is no problem with the staircase on the fifth floor." Then he pressed the button again and waited for the next person to report.

But when his voice fell completely, all that came out of the radio was a sizzling electronic murmur, and there was no other movement. Everyone was silent at this point, waiting for the other voices to come out under the noise. In order, it should be the turn of the individual snipers to report the situation. Only three minutes ago, they reported that the subject had disappeared into the underground waters.

After a period of silence for more than ten seconds, an unbearable voice finally came from the radio, which was urging.

"Sniper position 1, please report the situation!Position 1, report the situation!" The saliva words seemed to be sprayed into people's faces through a radio device, but his voice seemed to be completely immersed in the dry well, and no one responded to it, not even the simplest sound of rain. Whether it was the interference of the rainy day was too strong, or the snipers did not notice the length of time, so they did not turn on the radio. They were still speculating, but when the snipers were unresponsive, they finally realized that something was wrong.

"All squads are on emergency alert and do not expose themselves to positions where they may be sniped. A warning came over the radio, followed by an order. Several of the squads remained silent in the darkness, and some of the members who might have been sniped quietly adjusted their positions. Looking at the dark rain curtain outside, the haze in their hearts became heavier. In less than three minutes, the sniper team should have been completely wiped out, so quiet that no one knew. If it weren't for the periodic routine reporting, they wouldn't even know it was happening. The blindfolded people have always been them, and the people who stand in the bright places have always been them.

At this moment, a cold breath suddenly seeped out of their excited bodies, and those in the darkness trembled, and they felt an invisible fear, like the darkness around them, slowly enveloping them. When their fingers half-pressed down on the trigger, they began to adjust their moods. Someone secretly looked at the sniper's position with a tactical binocular, and they were indeed corpses under the thunder, which made their hearts even more clogged. At night under the rain curtain, only the cold firearm in their hands can give them a sense of security.