Secret Service Student

Chapter 85: 085 The sniper failed

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Time went back to the open space in the grove a few seconds ago.

The two people on the yellow ground were struggling. Zhang Yuan's hands firmly held each other's wrists, and the sharp knife in the triangular-eyed hand approached Zhang Yuan from time to time, pushed away, and approached again.

Fan Jiaojiao stubbornly resisted crying. She didn't want to make any noise to affect Zhang Yuan's mood. Her long hair also paid close attention to her, and she didn't dare to let out the atmosphere. Time and air seemed to condense in this second, and the wind in the woods was also still Up.

It's a sniper, yes. Zhang Yuan had already confirmed that he did not expect that the other party would be so worthy of him, and actually invited professional soldiers to use standard weapons.

Zhang Yuan applied a little force in his hand, and then took a breath. He could almost determine the opponent's position, but he couldn't look there. A slight movement could trigger the sniper's sensitive nerves.

Only the old wolf who has escaped from the hunter’s gun for countless times can smell the dangerous breath in advance, and only after experiencing countless life and death, blood and fire tests, can he have this sensitivity. If you change to an ordinary person, even 100 rocket barrels. To him, he was also indifferent.

This is a very subtle feeling. Zhang Yuan can even feel the gray-yellow leaves behind him. A pair of sharp blue eyes are blinking, exhaling, his index finger gently hooks the trigger, and then pulls it off!

Yes, time is at this moment!

When the sniper pulled the trigger, Zhang Yuan moved, no sequence, at the same time! The sniper would not shoot one second early, and Zhang Yuan would be headshot one second later, only at the same time.

Zhang Yuan suddenly loosened his hand, and his figure flung away like a ghost, his triangular eyes felt his eyes flicker, and the strength of his hands was relieved, and at the same time, the joy of victory surged in his heart.

His joy hadn’t been delivered to his face. It was too fast. The bullet penetrated the air at a speed of more than 800 meters per second. He didn’t see anything at all. He exploded, headshot, and his head instantly resembled a watermelon. It burst, and the rapidly rotating bullets of the large-caliber sniper rifle shattered the red, red and white in his head, flying all over the sky.

The bullet carried Yu Wei into the loess layer in front of Fan Jiaojiao, raising a wisp of yellow smoke.

Fan Jiaojiao was already frightened by the headless corpse in front of her. Even her long hair was shocked to see such mockery.

"Let's go!" Zhang Yuan rushed over, grabbed the sharp knife from the long hair, took Fan Jiaojiao's arm and left, he must quickly find a cover.

"Sh~it!" On the branch of a big old tree hundreds of meters away, a white man with gray hair and blue eyes raised his face slightly, and shook his head incredulously. It was incredible.

Whether on the battlefield or after serving as a mercenary, he has never encountered such a thing, and he has failed before, but it is because of his own mistakes or sudden accidents, like this one who dodges bullets in a flash. The situation is really puzzling.

Then he immediately put on a headset with his hands. Calmness is the most important psychological quality of a professional sniper. "Head, I failed. He actually avoided the bullet at the moment I fired. He may have spotted me. I am preparing. Take a second shot."

After he finished the report, he pulled down the headset again, which would affect his mood, and then he put his eyes on the optical sight again. In the circular field of view marked by the crosshairs, the target had lost track, except for a dead body on the ground and standing long hair.

Damn, where did this kid go! The white sniper cursed in his heart, and saw that the long hair was facing a big tree in the corner of the broken hayloft and yelled with his fingers.

There is a fart to hide behind the tree. The white sniper smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth, and took out an armor-piercing magazine from his back. He usually does not use armor-piercing bullets at this distance of several hundred meters. This will expose his position, but this will be obvious. He has been exposed. , But he is not worried. The other party only wore a pair of swimming trunks, and basically fought back to read novels in full text.

The ability is not there.

"Does he take off his swimming trunks and use the world cannon?" The white sniper smiled again, replaced the armor-piercing bullet, and brought his eyes closer.

"Hurry up! He shot at the back of the crooked neck tree! He squatted down!" Long-haired knew that they were shooting at their own people, so there was no need to hide, standing in the middle, pointing at the tree where Zhang Yuan was hiding. With.

"Damn! I knew I just gave him a knife just now!" Zhang Yuan scolded angrily. He naturally knew that the sniper must be changing armor-piercing bullets at this moment. Hearing the loud sound just now, the opponent must be using the svd.

This Russian-made sniper rifle is heavy, loud, and flared, but it is undeniable that it is cheap, durable, and fierce! The effective shooting range is as high as 3800 meters, which is close to 4 kilometers. Equipped with armor-piercing bullets like this kind of gun, the thickest trees in the woods will be easily pierced.

Can't wait anymore! Zhang Yuan knew that there was only a death note to wait. She lowered her head, and Fan Jiaojiao leaned against his chest nervously. She was clenching her teeth but couldn't stop her from trembling nervously.

"Can you run?" Zhang Yuan asked.

Fan Jiaojiao looked up at Zhang Yuan, nodded vigorously, "I'm not afraid of you."

Zhang Yuan stroked her smooth back, and then touched her forehead with his lips. This had a miraculous effect on comforting nervous women, and Fan Jiaojiao was slightly better.

Zhang Yuan stretched his head again, and saw the grass surging toward the river bank. Obviously, the opponent was not just a sniper, it was time to go.

"Ready!" Zhang Yuan yelled softly, her legs tightened, Fan Jiaojiao also left his body, looking at him firmly with big eyes.

"Go!" While Zhang Yuan exhaled, he waved his hand, and threw a double-sided scraper that he snatched from his hand at the long hair. He pulled Fan Jiaojiao's arm and ran forward for two steps, and then went deep into the dense forest. Ran everywhere.

"Ah!" Long hair screamed, and the sharp knife was piercing the side of his back spine. It was painful and he couldn't touch his hands. He immediately danced in the center of the clearing, and then grabbed the knife from bottom to top. Will touch from top to bottom again.

"Fu!" The white sniper couldn't calm down anymore. He shot the barrel in anger. Zhang Yuan's escape position was too tricky. He actually escaped from behind his long hair. From the position of the sniper, the long hair just blocked him. Aim at sight.

"Useless waste!" After cursing, the white sniper lowered his face again without even thinking about it. He shot the long-haired forehead. The long hair died. The woods were quiet for a while, but Zhang Yuan had already got in. The grass.

The white sniper reluctantly stuffed his headset, "Captain, this kid is too powerful, it's up to you."

By the beach.

Hearing the second shot from the opposite forest, Lin Xin's legs couldn't help but tremble. She had changed her clothes as quickly as possible. She heard the second shot as soon as she walked out of the locker room door.

"Teacher, be careful." Liu Jing hurried up to help, and then worried: "I don't know what happened to them."

Qin Xiaogang stood still outside the door and stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, Zhang Yuan is very powerful. The more noise, the more it means they are okay. My sister called just now and said that they are already here, and there will be at most a moment. Zhong, also came with special police."

Lin Xin nodded her head. At this moment, she only hoped that they would be lucky. Lin Xin asked again, "Who are these people? Why are they so bad? Why do you want to kill them?"

Qin Xiaogang suddenly remembered something and did not answer Lin Xin. He rushed back to the men's locker room, kicked the door open, and shouted: "Chen Dayong! Chen Dayong! You fucking come out, you better pray that Zhang Yuan is okay! Otherwise! I killed you! Chen Dayong!"

A boy suddenly shouted, "I just saw Chen Dayong slipped out."

"Fuck!" Qin Xiaogang yelled and roared, "My friend of Qin Xiaogang went with me to catch Chen Dayong this rubbish. He arranged the opposite."

"Catch Chen Dayong for revenge!"

"I'm the one!"

The group of boys became angry, and under the leadership of Qin Xiaogang, they immediately dispersed to look for Chen Dayong.

"Da da da."

In the woods here, the bullets have begun to fly horizontally, and the sniper missed the target with two shots. This made the mercenaries' anger reached to the extreme. They pounced on them while shooting frantically. The mercenaries never hit the target. Will not bear the bullet.

The half-high grass in the woods caused a lot of trouble for the mercenaries' search work. Every bullet passed by, there were always countless long grass breaking and bowing down, but there was too much grass, no matter how many bullets there were. Not grassy.

The skinny Burmese captain had already pulled down the headset irritably and yelled "Kong-Kong Scandium" in the local language. He was very relieved. He believed that not many people would understand this native language.

"Swish swish."

The bullet-like hornet penetrated into the ground not far away from Zhang Yuan. He did not pull Fan Jiaojiao and rushed. He was too close to the enemy, and the two people had big targets. Who knows where else would be a sniper, or come here? Stray bullets.

Fortunately, he found a small sunken pit. Maybe there was a tree here and the roots were dug away. He pulled Fan Jiaojiao and hid in it. It might be wiser.

The pit is a bit small. Zhang Yuan sits at the bottom of the pit with his back leaning on the soil. Fan Jiaojiao is lying on top of him. Both of them wear very little and can only cover a few parts, but Zhang Yuan has no intention of thinking about those. What he regretted was that he didn't wear the gun, and he regretted that he didn't even wear his shoes. It was very uncomfortable to pierce the soles of the feet.

The thin captain outside was still shouting. This language was awkward, like the sound of knocking scraps of copper and iron, which was very ear-piercing.

"What is he talking about?" Fan Jiaojiao leaned on Zhang Yuan, her pretty face pressed against Zhang Yuan's ear, and her warm little mouth was very comfortable against her.

Zhang Yuan’s mouth was also attached to her ear, and he whispered: “He is arranging personnel. There are 3 people in front and 4 people on both wings. They searched at a distance of 5 meters. When they found the target, they immediately sounded an alarm. Five minutes later, they ambush the people on the opposite side. Converge."

"Haha, really?"

Zhang Yuan smiled bitterly. This dead girl used the gun in her opponent's hand as a fire stick, and she was able to laugh at this time.

"What language do they speak?" Fan Jiaojiao asked again.

"Burmese."

Fan Jiaojiao's heart moved softly again. This kid is really amazing, even understands Burmese, and then asked, "How do you understand? Have you learned a lot of languages?"

Zhang Yuan couldn't answer either. It seemed that he knew the local languages of war-torn countries. Could it be that the UN refugee agency belonged to the United Nations refugee agency in his previous life

Seeing that he did not answer, Fan Jiaojiao said in a low voice, "If you die, do you regret it?"

Zhang Yuan gently touched her smooth and soft back, and whispered softly: "It's worth having a beautiful woman like you to accompany me."