All the enemy's bullets were not selected and modified, and even in terms of quality, they were not checked too much. All bullets www.biquge.info pen & fun > pavilion have dark red ballistic lines, as well as long bright lines dragged out of the air by tracer bullets, which become the only light source at this moment under the light of the signal flare gradually extinguishing, which is extremely eye-catching.

There was no blockade of heavy machine-gun fire here in Kasia, and the pressure was minimal. Judging the approximate point of the next bullet based on these ballistic lines makes it easy to dodge attacks.

It was already three or four hundred meters away from the boulder, and the enemy's eyes were recovering their proper function very quickly. There are many boulders at the foot of the mountains, but they are not very useful for blocking the enemy's view and the bullets fired by the huge open area around them.

Taking advantage of the enemy's change of magazines, due to the influence of signal flares, the transfer and maintenance of firepower became not very smooth, and the route that Kasia ran suddenly appeared a broken line at this moment. The speed was once again boosted to the extreme, and the falling snow flakes and air became obstacles, and the "whirring" hit him in the face, and the cold feeling seemed to make his head a little clearer.

plunged headlong into the ancient woods next to him, the huge trunk and outstretched branches would be his best help behind him. In the ancient mountains, each ancient tree has a torso that several people hug. Hit from the very center of the trunk, the Platinum Bullet will not be able to completely penetrate it in most cases.

The pressure on Kasia diminished as soon as she plunged into the woods, and there was no more sound of bullets trembling in the air. He didn't dare to stop, and he never had an advantage. When the effects of flares wear off, it will turn into a protracted tug-of-war, at which point the toxic substances that are still hidden in the body will play a huge harmful role.

Almost all of the ground is covered with a layer of snow, and the marks left on it are obvious. Although it is still snowing heavily, the situation is not optimistic. These footprints are meant to be erased by nature, and it can take about an hour for the snow to completely cover them without the trees. And there is no reliable masking in the open, where he will become a nimble target for running in the snow.

In the woods, snowflakes can't come in directly, but can only fall from the trunks of trees by the snow, but this is not certain. Wanting to leave no trace is almost impossible to happen.

And there is one more thing that Kassia is worried about. Because of the blizzard, they rested early in the evening. Glancing at the time during the run, there were about three hours to go, and the sky would be completely bright. Kasia felt that the only darkness in his favor would disappear at that time.

As she was thinking, Kasia suddenly felt a cold sensation in the back of her head. Before he could just take in the sensation and not understand what was happening, a swirling wind blew past his face not far away. Then he heard a high-pitched whistling sound in his ears, like the friction between metals, shaking his eardrum and his heart.

A little snowflake that fluttered around was torn to pieces by the invisible wind. The fresh, lightly scented pine tree chips also rose from Kasia's back, scattering in a "rustle", followed by the painful moans of several ancient trees. They are breaking off, but then falling.

Blood first flowed from the ear, which was already tender and not much tougher under the surgery. The swirling wind had cut several gaps in Kasia's ears, and the bits of flesh and small pieces of cartilage on the ears were gone, turning into sawdust-like things that were falling around them.

The blood that flowed out finally emitted a little white gas in the air, and the next moment it quickly lost its heat in the cold temperature and condensed into bright red ice cubes.

There was also a hot tearing sensation on his face, and compared to the pain in his ears, his face seemed to have been swept back and forth by a sharp iron brush many times in an instant. The snow that hit half of his face couldn't cool down the heat of the pain.

Blood oozed from countless wounds torn open by the wind. Their heat is quickly absorbed by the air around them, and the running Kasia sped up their condensation. Half of his face was covered with a thin layer of red ice. It used to be soft, but now it's something like a stiff iron mask. Kasia, who usually had a serious face, now has even less expression.

The ancient trees behind them began to collapse in their own painful voices. Kasia's heart began to beat violently at this time, with a penetrating feeling of nausea. Turning his head to look behind him, the trunks of several ancient trees disappeared in large patches, revealing huge gaps. Everything there is now all sawdust flying in the air.

The modified powerful sniper bullet did not show much of a weakening in power after directly penetrating the trunks of several ancient trees. The wind from the rotation of the bullet can also damage Kasia. The shrill sound of rubbing the air is enough to show how great the power of the bullet is blessed. This may be the first time Kasia has been able to experience the Blue-Silver Modified Sniper Bullet head-on.

The power is too terrifying, and in the Platinum Bullet, Kasia does not remember the type of bullet with this power.

If you hit it directly, your body, including your bones, may be blown to pieces in an instant. Kasia opened her mouth and took several breaths before she calmed down. He was almost dying, and a voice in his head told him that it was a bad experience, and he definitely didn't want to experience it a second time.

What a sniper, Kasia exclaimed. This shot definitely didn't come by aiming, it was a sniper's intuition, and it was okay to see it as a super-long perception that was practiced later.

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"It's good luck that I didn't get hit. A voice of surprise, and with a strong sense of unwillingness and hatred. Someone looked at the spot where Kasia had just run and said viciously.

"It's not luck. It was another, more flat voice, with no mood swings in it, "It's just that my own workout is far from up to par." Don't look at the difference, it's very difficult to narrow that distance again. Both myself, and in the modification and run-in of these firearms. Luck was all fair, and this time it wasn't on either side. ”

"It's a shame that the two best people who can score points all ran away. I said that it would have been good to shoot directly at that time, and there would have been no such thing as now. The man didn't answer what he had just said, but said something else. I may have heard the educational tone of those words.