It had been almost an hour since Kasia had woken up from her petrified mind. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info he was relieved of his almost suspended animation, and his body began to slowly recover, but his heartbeat and breathing were always kept at the lowest state that could maintain his body's various functions. Although he is still hiding in the dark, he still does not dare to move his limbs at will. At this time, the closed eyes opened a slit, and they repeated the same left-to-right glancing action as before. But because of the line of sight, this time the formation of a clear black and white picture in his mind took Kasia more than two hours.

He didn't dare to keep his eyes open, and he was too focused on himself. Because he hasn't learned to control the strength of his gaze like Kara does, and the high concentration of his mind will let his perception go out of control. He was now tightly bound to a sensitive web, and the slightest movement could be caught by that good sniper. Kasia didn't dare to risk it, he wasn't sure if he would be able to dodge a sniper rifle at such a distance.

Even if it could, it would only be the first bullet that could be dodged with a high level of mental concentration. But what about the second and third shots? A standard sniper rifle in the Empire has a magazine capacity of ten rounds, and the power of each ordinary bullet can blow your head open, let alone think about modified sniper guns that are still as powerful as heavy snipers. Kasia knew his strength, and he loved his life very much, time could be wasted, but he would never risk such a matter of life. And the situation is far from reaching the point where his own life and death are at stake.

Two hours of hard work in exchange for a new black and white photo in my mind. He contrasted the photo he had recorded a few hours ago with the one he was looking at in detail, and the sniper's position was already clear. He was at the dead end of the gas line, on a single platform about six meters above the rails.

Because of the vapor lights, the sniper's hiding place is even darker and darker, and no details can be captured, but it is only known that he is hiding there. In this large area, that is the perfect sniper position where he can clearly see you, but you are unaware of him. If it weren't for Kasia's caution as he approached, he might not have known how he ate the bullets when he was killed by the sniper's pull on the trigger.

Kasia struggled to maintain her current state, and the darkness in front of her was intermittently connected, and it was obviously impossible to get close to the sniper's hiding position from the front. No matter how you plan your route, you risk exposing your body to dim light. And at a distance of less than two hundred meters, it was captured by the perceptual network that had already opened, that is, the pair of sharp eyes, which was undoubtedly the act of touching the bullet with his own head.

It can only be bypassed from behind. Kasia tilted her head slowly, and opened her eyes slightly to observe the continuous dark world on her side, there may still be a chance in it, and if you can't find a suitable entry point from there, then you might as well go back early.

Kasia began to move his steps slowly, very regularly, like an even breath of the darkness that permeated him, and the two were in perfect sync at this point. Less than a few dozen meters away, a smell that permeated the air entered Kasia's sensitive nose, it was the smell of rat excrement, neither faint nor strong. He paused here for a moment, thought for a moment, and then lightly slashed one of his skin with the tactical knife at his waist, smearing a few streaks of blood on several lines by feeling in the darkness. Then he continued to move his steps backwards, and there was still a distance of more than 100 meters, and he was able to basically leave the danger area.

The range of a sniper's attack is within two or three kilometers, and the range of a modified sniper gun can be increased several times according to the physical fitness of the surgeon. However, this is a crescent-shaped area, and the Sniper's position is on one of its sharp corners, and you can go around the center of the crescent moon to enter the sniper's blind spot. Dead end, means complete.

The process of detachment is unusually slow, snipers are not impatient people, and Kasia usually sat down for a day when he first assembled a perpetual calendar mechanical watch. The two sides had long been accustomed to the slow movement of time, and this level of patience was not a huge test for them.

An hour later, Kasia was gasping for breath with her back against a rock wall. The moment he stepped out of the sniper's perception net, fine sweat broke out all over his body, but the physical fatigue was far less than the consumption brought by the mental oppression. Half an hour later, when his muscles had fully relaxed and his spirit had recovered, he suppressed his physical activity again, reducing them to the lowest range of life-sustaining movements, and then spared them from the side.

The darkness on the side connects to the vast cavity of the underground tunnels, where with a little care, Kasia doesn't have to worry too much about being caught by the sniper's sentient network.

This time, it took less than a few minutes for Kasia to sneak within a hundred meters of the sniper. Now he had to be cautious, and that familiar network of perceptions roamed around him again. He could clearly feel the sight hidden in the darkness around him.

Every time this gaze swept back and forth, it was about to sweep over Kasia's body, and he would turn into a stone in the previous second, and his presence would disappear without a trace in an instant.

When the distance was only a short forty meters, the pressure on Kasia's body suddenly increased several times, and he also clearly felt the speed of the sniper's line of sight sweeping back and forth. The sniper had already spotted some clues, and his gaze as he roamed around became sharper and sharper, as if at this moment he had become a ray of light that could smash through the darkness, and nothing could escape his increasingly bright eyes.

Kasia's movements slowed down and his scattered attention began to concentrate a little, and his body continued to slowly approach the sniper in a back and forth line of sight. At this time, he was like a small boat moving forward in the churning waves, swaying slowly, but indeed moving forward little by little.

Darkness was Kasia's best disguise at this time, his breath was parallel to the darkness, and the last twenty meters away, it took Kasia three hours to complete, and finally he approached the left side of the sniper's hiding place. There was a gentle rock wall, and above it was his ultimate target, the sniper who waited for his prey to give it a bullet in an instant as soon as it appeared in his eyes.