In the dark, Pullett kept his eyes on the sniper scope, and the vast area in front of him could not escape his keen eye observation, he has always been a good sniper and hunter, no matter what time he can maintain absolute patience to wait for the prey to show any traces, the current situation is the same. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But this time, the prey doesn't seem to be ordinary, it is a beast that can jump up and bite its throat if it is not careful. Pulit loaded the modified sniper rifle in his hand very early, and the steel trigger was always in a state of half-press. As soon as something appears in his visual perception that his brain thinks is dangerous, he can shoot bullets that can tear anything in a sniper rifle in no time without having to go through the white matter of his brain.

In the cavity of this mine, Plitt had never encountered such a situation, or since he became a sniper squatting here, he had never encountered an opponent who could make him so serious and give him great pressure invisibly. The muscles in his body stretched early on, which allowed him to stay in one position for a long time without getting tired. His body hadn't moved for several hours, and the shift of his gaze was only achieved by simply turning his eyeballs in his sockets.

He didn't know if his location was exposed, just as he hadn't found any trace of the enemy who had been hidden. All the information about the enemy is a mystery, and even if the enemy is here, he has judged it with his intuition.

But he trusted his instincts, just as his instincts now told him that the enemy was already lurking very close to him. Dozens of days of squatting alone in the lonely darkness, every day repeatedly observing the interweaving of light and darkness in front of him, although boring, but invisibly he did receive a strong exercise. The speed at which the spirit and the sense grew in the loneliness surprised him.

And now this huge perceptual web is enveloping the entire area around him, and there are no dead spots around him. In the sniper scope, for the first time, his fiery red eyes lit up, which belonged to his cross pupils. Pulitt's intuition and perception of danger forced him to face up to the seemingly calm scene in front of him.

Kasia rested for a full ten minutes under the gentle rock before resuming his movements. He opened his cross pupils, but was still desperately suppressing his physical activity. It's not a good time yet, the sniper's perceptual network is omnidirectional, and the slightest movement can make him aware of his existence.

He now pressed his ear to the rock wall in front of him, and his mind was so focused that he stopped thinking about anything and focused all his attention on hearing, and he was going to read the heart rate and breathing rate of the sniper lying on the rock.

It's a long process, and it's an extremely troublesome and difficult thing to keep a single clarity in your mind. But the last thing Kasia and Pulit lack is time, and they both have the stamina to wait for their prey to show a flaw.

Time begins to flow through the silent world between the two people.

Kasia kept his ears against the rock wall, and the sounds that came to his ears were filtered out in his mind one by one, and when the other noises gradually disappeared one by one, only two voices were left with the exact same rhythm and regularity. One of them is the heartbeat, the other is the breath, and the two are almost one.

"Very good, the first step is done. Kasia's mind flickered at this point, and then his own breathing and heartbeat shifted little by little to the regular rhythm of the sniper's heartbeat and breathing.

He carefully controlled the speed of his transformation, and time had no concept in his senses. I don't know how long, it could be hours, it could be just minutes, but the rhythm of his heart and breathing eventually caught full sync with the sniper. And at this moment, Kasia's presence also disappeared from the perceptual network that wandered around his body.

At the same moment, Prit, who was lying firmly on the rock platform, was observing his surroundings more and more carefully. It was absolutely sudden and without the slightest warning, constantly reminding him that the enemy had sneaked into his instincts, and that the feeling of the enemy had disappeared without a trace at this time.

At this time, a layer of fine cold sweat broke out on his body, and the soft clothes were wet in a few seconds. But his heart remained absolutely calm, which was his last line of defense. If this place is also breached, the price will be his own life.

It was definitely not a sign that the enemy was disappearing or withdrawing, but that the enemy was hiding more than the instincts he had always relied on to survive. The enemy is very strong, and just like himself, he is a character with enough patience.

The perceptual network around him was deepened by him, and even the slightest movement of air could be captured by his keen touch. He was now like a spider lying in the center of a spider's web, and could clearly tell whether the web's shaking was caused by wind and rain, or the dying struggle of the real prey after it had been caught in the web.

The enemy was waiting for an opportunity, and he himself was not. Both are both prey and hunters.

Kasia had climbed the gentle slope of the mountain step by step, his movements were very gentle, and the touch on his skin allowed him to clearly know the speed and direction of the wind now, which allowed him to control his body precisely during his movements, so that his movements were all hidden in the natural breeze.

Some of his actions can only deceive the other party's perception if they are hidden within the limits of the natural environment.

But he was in trouble at this moment. Ahead was the darkness where the snipers were hiding, but the perceptual network there seemed to be visible to the naked eye. It seemed impossible to get close to him silently. And there is a raised mountain rock between the two that needs to be climbed, and no matter what method is used to get there, you must contact the perceptual network without the slightest flaw.

Did you want to shoot here?, Cassia estimated the short distance between the two, and with the speed with which he drew his gun, and the accuracy and power of the revolver, he had a good chance of killing the other party, even if there was a thick mountain rock between the two. But if they do, the sound of the blue-silver bullets popping is enough to alarm all the hidden snipers and other teams in ambush in this area. And this is contrary to their purpose, and the mission is to detect all useful information, not to reveal the fact that they have been lurking. And in doing so, you also expose yourself to danger.

Kasia wanted to wait a little longer, if he didn't have a chance to cut in, then he would have to go to this place to explore the terrain.

At the same moment, Pulit was still lying there, this position was maintained by him for a long time, and if there was any movement, he could quickly get up and evacuate the squatting point after firing a shot, and then go to the next sniper location to observe the situation again. But now there was no movement in his eyes, and the enemy seemed to have really left the place. He knew that this was an illusion of psychological suggestion, and the real enemy was the same kind of person as him, an excellent hunter who was extremely patient, waiting for the prey to reveal a flaw, and then giving a fatal blow, and the hidden enemy would never let him down. He was excited because he had never met an opponent like this before.

Time passed quietly again. Where neither of them noticed, it was a pure black shadow, and a huge rat was attracted by the smell. It crawled slowly on the ground, its fat body making it crawl a little slowly, and it stopped from time to time, raised its head to smell in the air, and made sure that it was in the right direction.

In the past few days, the corpse has become the best food in its mouth. Today it had eaten and drunk enough, but the faint familiar smell in the air once again attracted it to go home. No rat would have too much food, just as no merchant would be disgusted with the amount of his money. It followed the taste, its two bulging eyes that seemed darker than the darkness around it.

In a few steps, it came to the source of the smell. It twitched its nose a few more times, making sure it was the familiar smell of the corpse, and without hesitation, it bared its sharp teeth and began to nibble.

The old line could not resist the sharp teeth of the rats, and in less than a second, the line smeared with Kasia's blood was bitten off by the rats under a small sound.

Then, at the same moment, in Pulit's eyes, the gas lamp that had been emitting a steady dim light suddenly flickered a few times, and then went out with a bang. He immediately held his breath, his eyes fixed on the almost fan-shaped area in front of him, where there was already a situation. And the trivial voice finally reached his ears after a second.

Without the slightest hesitation, just relying on the instinctive reaction of the body, the position of the muzzle of the gun was reversed, and the half-pressed trigger was completely crushed. With the sniper rifle in Pullet's hand as the center, a wave of air stirred up around his body, and a faint dust kicked up a little in the darkness, which was the explosive impact of the gunpowder propelled in the bullet casing.

A specially treated bullet with a subtle sound of gunfire grazed the air with a barely detectable light and accurately hit the rat in the darkness that was still gnawing on the line.

But it wasn't just the rat that hit the bullet, it was Pullett himself in the heart.

"I lost. His mouth was open to say this, but there was no strength in his throat. When the moment the bullet came out of the chamber, the feeling of the finger pressing down on the trigger was converted into an electrical signal that was transmitted into the white matter of his brain, he knew that he had lost this game between hunter and prey.

"If that rat is also counted by the enemy, then I am not unjustly lost. He thought of it one last time, and the tactical knife that had been inserted into his chest twisted again, completely smashing his heart to pieces. At this time, Plitt had already stood up and was about to turn around and evacuate the sniper site, but his body completely lost the last trace of life force and collapsed in Kasia's arms.