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The ghost felt the blood in his body draining rapidly, and his eyes looked at Yang Luo very calmly, remembering what Davis had said to him. (Please search Bayi Chinese Net, the fastest updated novel website!) The blue sword represents the lifeless true machine, while Yang Luo, the wolf of the battlefield, he represents terror and death.

Yang Luo looked at the ghost, this warrior who was close to death and had a hint of pride on his face, and couldn't help but feel sorry.

"You trust your instincts too much, to the point of being paranoid. Yes, a true master can fool your eyes, but he can also fool your intuition, even your sense of hearing and smell. Don't forget that only the eyes are the windows to the soul, and only when you see can you intuitively judge whether it is danger or safety. If you had figured this out before, the outcome might have been different. ”

The ghost clutched the wound in his throat, blood spilling between his fingers, and a smile appeared on his face. He used to think that as long as he was in the jungle and looked at the whole world, no one would succeed in killing him. Because he is the son of the jungle, but he loses today because he met the king of the jungle. A king who can merge himself with the mountains and jungles, so that he has no way to find it. He lost, lost his life, but he didn't regret it. He's tired, he's going to rest, he doesn't want to fight, struggle with that kind of war of blood and fire, it's not the day he wants.

The ghost's face became paler and paler, and his left hand trembled and took out a pack of cigarettes in his coat pocket, but the strength in his body had disappeared, and as soon as he took out the cigarette, it fell to the ground with a clatter.

Yang Luo walked over, bent down to pick up the cigarette covered with blood, took out one and put it in the ghost's mouth, and then lit it for him.

The ghost nodded invisibly, his lips opened and closed slightly, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

Yang Luo knew he was saying thank you, "No thanks, I'll never forget you, friend." After speaking, he slowly turned around, "If there is an afterlife, then we will see you in the next life, hoping that we are not enemies, but friends." ”

Looking at Yang Luo's figure disappearing into the jungle, a voice actually came out of the ghost's throat, "Friend...... Friends ......" smiled with satisfaction, and then let go of the hand that was clutching his throat, and blood shot out again.

The ghost raised his head violently and spread his arms, as if to embrace the whole world in his arms. Looking at the green jungle in front of me, listening to the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, I slowly closed my eyes, and my face showed a peaceful sleep like a baby.

I don't know how long it took, but a flock of homing wild birds flew over the ghost's head, and the melodious chirping resounded throughout the mountains.

The ghost's body slowly fell backwards, and fell to the ground with a thud. He grew up in the jungle and ended up buried in the jungle, perhaps this is the destination he has been waiting for for a long time.

Han Weiguang lay quietly under the self-made camouflage net, his eyes looking ahead like an eagle, and suddenly, a small tree with the thickness of his thumb shook beside him.

The poisonous scorpion looked at the ropes made of branches hidden in the grass at his feet, irregularly tied to a few small trees, and the small trees were still shaking gently, his heart jumped suddenly, and cold sweat broke out on his head. He knew that he had met a peer, an expert-level master! A simple yet effective sniper and counter-sniper warning device like this is definitely a masterpiece.

Han Weiguang saw a figure standing more than twenty meters away through the sniper scope, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he pulled the trigger fiercely.

"Bang!"

The scorpion's pupils contracted sharply, and without hesitation, it pounced to the side, and then disappeared into the dark night jungle. At the same time, Han Weiguang's face changed, "Damn, I've met a master." "Get up under the camouflage net, and disappear in a flash.

The poisonous scorpion flickered and moved, and after finding a powerful sniper point, he raised his gun and saw a black shadow like a cheetah, disappearing into the sniper scope in an instant.

The poisonous scorpion knew that the other party didn't expect that he would chase after him so quickly, so he set up such a simple guard, instead of planting a deadly mine.

Yan Meng leaned listlessly on the trunk of the tree and rubbed his stomach: "Why haven't you come back yet, it takes so long to hunt wild meat, and you want to starve me to death." ”

Sun Manjiang said: "I should be back soon." After speaking, he glanced at An Qingnong, who was sitting on the side, "Secretary An, if you are tired, lie on the ground and rest for a while." ”

An Qingnong said with a smile: "Although I am old, my body is okay and I am not tired." ”

Sun Manjiang smiled slightly, and just as he wanted to say something, he heard a dull gunshot from the south.

Li Tao stood up suddenly: "It's Daguang!" ”

Sun Manjiang made a gesture, and then pulled An Qingnong, "Go!" ”

Several people flashed into the dense jungle, and Li Tao, Luo Shuai, Ao Qin, Long Xin, and Yang Fengyun arranged an impregnable defense line with An Qingnong as the center.

Yan Meng was a little nervous and lay beside Sun Manjiang, "Do you want to help?" ”

Sun Manjiang shook his head: "There is only one gunshot, it should be a person, and the enemy is likely to be a sniper, and Lao Han can solve it alone." ”

Yanmeng nodded, not speaking.

Han Weiguang and the poisonous scorpion were both looking for each other's location, and the peaceful primeval jungle just now instantly turned into a battlefield for their duel, with a murderous atmosphere.

As time passed quietly, the poisonous scorpion felt a bitterness in his mouth, the sniper's duel was only in an instant, and the other party was also a master, since a guard and sniper point had been set up here, the surrounding terrain must have been surveyed, which caused him a strong psychological pressure.

And this is not the most terrible, the most terrible thing is the cordon that even he has deceived, is it only here, or is there it somewhere else. If there were other places, once you set foot on it, it would be absolutely deadly. In addition, the gun just now has already sounded, and the enemy is not one, but a dozen, and everyone is a master of jungle warfare, once he is surrounded, he will be unable to fly.

Cold sweat kept popping up on the scorpion's forehead. He is one of the best snipers in the world, and it can be said that there are only a handful of people who can match him. He never dreamed that there was an opponent in China who could put so much pressure on him.

Han Weiguang squatted behind a tree, his eyes flashed with a cold light, picked up a dead branch beside him and pinched it hard, and then quickly sneaked to the southeast.

"Smack!"

A soft sound came not far ahead, and the scorpion's eyes lit up, and he took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. The pressure that seemed to condense into substance suddenly disappeared.

The enemy is not as powerful as he imagined, and will trample on branches while sneaking. It seems that soldiers who have no actual combat experience can only be on the training ground even if they are excellent in training. On the real battlefield, he can only be regarded as a schoolboy.

The poisonous scorpion was absolutely confident in his sniping and stealth skills, so when he judged that the enemy was just a sniper junior brother, a proud smile appeared on his face. He didn't move, waiting for an opportunity, a one-hit kill.

The night grew darker, and a dark cloud drifted into the sky in the distance, obscuring the crescent moon that hung high in the sky, making the jungle even darker and more terrifying.

Gradually, raindrops fell in the sky, dense raindrops and damp mist, blurring people's vision, especially at night, when the eyes had completely lost their function. But for a true sniper master, such weather, such a night, is what they like.

The scorpion loves the weather, and he sees it as a gift from God. And Han Weiguang is no exception, he likes it too.

In the jungle on a rainy night, Han Weiguang quietly shuttled through a bush, the ground was a thick layer of humus, watered by the rain, and a pungent smell was emitted when he stepped on it. A few minutes later, Han Weiguang got out of the bushes, and then looked around, and the surrounding terrain loomed into view. He knew that his position was near the enemy. Squatted down, picked up a dead branch again and pinched it hard, and then plunged into another bush more than twenty meters away. The sniper rifle in his hand was raised, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed forward.

"Smack!"

The scorpion heard the sound of the dead branch being trampled again, this time so softly that maybe the guy himself might not have heard it, but he absolutely trusted his ears. The scorpion moved, and its body slowly wriggled in the grass like a snake.

The darkness swallowed up all the qiē, except for the rustle of rain on the leaves, and the whole world was still terrifying.

Suddenly, the scorpion's body stiffened, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on its forehead again, and it shook its head slightly, and it was pitch black all around, and nothing could be seen. But he felt in the darkness a pair of viper-like eyes staring at him. The feeling was so fucking bad that it made him a little irritable, even scared.

Han Weiguang looked through the sniper scope at the poisonous scorpion that used trees to block the vital points of his body, with a playful smile on his face, and muttered in his mouth.

"Come out, little darling, I know you're very restless right now, don't keep me waiting. Come out and let me shoot you in the head, and then it's over, and I'll go back to dinner, and you don't have to worry about it like that. ”

A gust of mountain wind blew, the leaves were blown loudly, and the raindrops remaining on the leaves fell densely and fell on the face of the poisonous scorpion, making him feel a little cool, but it did not dispel the irritability in his heart.

Then the feeling of being stared at disappeared, very suddenly, as if it had never felt like it had ever felt before. There was a hint of confusion in the scorpion's eyes, could it be that his intuition was wrong? How is this possible, that instinct for danger, I don't know how many times he has saved his life, he will definitely not believe that there will be a mistake.

The scorpion still didn't dare to move, but its tense body relaxed again. Suddenly, there was a rattle in the bushes in the right rear.

Without any hesitation, the scorpion jumped up suddenly, turning around and about to pull the trigger. But his movements slowed down a little, and only a dull gunshot was heard. A 12. The 7mm warhead, with a red-hot air current, pierced through the air and drilled into his head.

He felt as if his head had been hit hard by a train, and the last remaining thoughts told him that he had been fooled.

For a sniper, being nervous and relaxed again and again will make him tired, and the stimulation of the heart will affect his judgment and reflexes. And in the sniper duel, life and death are only in that fraction of a second.

His opponent is not only a true sniper master, but also a master of psychological warfare. He died unjustly.

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