Blue and White Society Chapter 208

  Chapter 208 This is not a sniper at all

   Walking alone in the sky, pointing the gun at the ground, chasing after the soul.

  No matter where the other party is, they can see it clearly from a height.

   "The sky surrounds the ground..." This method of encirclement and suppression made Alexander and others feel a lot of emotion.

   It's no wonder they didn't think about it, they really didn't think about it at all. Using ordinary guns is too inefficient for them.

   On the contrary, Mo Poor, this kind of coquettish routine does not need to be thought about at all, it is automatically waiting in his mind.

  Because he had thought about it as early as training.

Everyone has practiced cloud sniping, but everyone only practiced sniping, and the efficiency of other guns is too low, one shot out of ten, if you have to train to the top ten with an 80% or 90% hit rate, that is too harsh, even if you are a member of the club It's also very difficult. It's almost ten years of training with Taffishi.

  But for Mo Poor, it doesn't matter what gun he uses...

  So as soon as I discovered this situation, I immediately thought of using the distance to stay invincible and get rid of the predicament.

  The first thing he relieved was the pressure on Chris's position. Almost all the enemies near the crash site were killed, and even those who survived were forced away.

  Mo Poor attracted almost all the enemies by himself. Even if others didn't hit him, the enemies had to focus on the sky from time to time and hide themselves to prevent being hit by Mo Poor.

   But this place is too wide, this section of the broken stream is three kilometers wide, and the rocks can at most serve as a cover on the ground, but they are completely exposed to the blow from the sky.

  The enemy chose this place because they wanted to defeat the Lanbai Society by virtue of their firepower superiority, because in a particularly complex terrain, with their personal skills, even a dozen or so members of the Lanbai Society might defeat a thousand of them.

  So choose such a place where there is no danger to defend, no matter how good the members are, there is no room for them to show off.

   But it was impossible to imagine, but met such a freak as Mo Poor, wantonly killing and injuring people outside their range, and most of them couldn't fight back at all.

  The sky surrounded the ground, their team was clearly seen, and being alone caused them heavy losses.

   Neither rockets nor ordinary firearms can pose a threat to Mo Poor. There are less than ten snipers who can fight back against Mo Poor.

  But Mo Poor is too flexible, jumping lightly in the sky, his position is erratic.

   "Boom!"

  A sniper who missed Mo Poor was headshot on the spot, making the tattooed leader feel chills.

   "What's the matter? Why can't you guys kill him?" The tattoo leader asked in the communicator.

The tattoo boss didn't expect their snipers to be so useless. Ten snipers hiding everywhere were not as good as the other one. The two sides sniped for a long time, and Mo Poor was like a normal person, but they killed four snipers in this way. .

   Other guns are just fine. The sniper rifle is either you or me. The opponent doesn't even have a bunker and the distance is enough. Why can't he kill him and let him fight back?

  A sniper said bitterly: "Boss, I...I have aimed at him, but I feel..."

   "Why didn't you kill if you aimed at it?" The tattoo leader asked in surprise.

"I'm not sure. Number three, number six, number eight, number nine are all dead with one shot. As long as the shot misses, he will find out where he is, and then he will be killed before he can move in time," the sniper said. Obviously, four brothers failed in a row, which put the pressure on the remaining snipers, and they became less confident in their marksmanship.

   Among the snipers who were counter-killed, there were many of them with the best marksmanship skills, but the shot did not kill Mo Poor, but was instantly responded with a shot that ended his life.

   It is conceivable that the blow that the snipers thought they were sure of did not hit Mo Poor at all, but exposed themselves instead.

   So that the remaining six snipers did not shoot, aimed but did not shoot. Just knowing that this shot hits it, if it misses, there is no chance for him to fire a second shot, or even run away.

  They looked at Mo Poor's bouncing, left and right figure in the scope. Even if they aimed well, they felt that if they shot down, they might not be the one who killed them?

   Hearing his sniper so unconfident, the tattooed leader turned pale.

   "Ten of you against snipers, won't you beat one of him?" The tattoo boss frowned.

  The snipers hiding in various places said bitterly: "This is not an anti-sniper at all..."

   "Huh?" The tattoo leader was taken aback.

   "Because he used a pistol..." the snipers said in a tone of great fear.

  Tattoo boss horrified, pistol? Cooperating with ten snipers of you, are you confronting a man with a pistol? Four were counter-killed? The other six are afraid to shoot?

  Using a pistol at such a high place? How is this different from throwing a pen?

   "No, ordinary club members definitely don't have this kind of marksmanship! Could it be the top gun fighters of the Lanbai Club?" the tattoo leader said in horror.

  The other leaders were puzzled: "How is it possible? We obviously only attacked an intern team, how could there be such a boss? Most of them are not even official members!"

   Soon the sniper also said: "No, the other party is very young, it should...should be just one of the trainees."

  The head of the tattoo said in despair: "Another...another evildoer...Why? Why does the Blue and White Club always produce talents in large numbers?"

  They are too aware of the advantage of range and how important the advantage of attack range is in war.

  Nearly a thousand people were pressed to the ground to besieged. If they couldn't fight back, they could only watch helplessly as the troops they brought suffered heavy casualties, and someone was constantly being terminated by a bullet.

  If Mo Poor is not killed, the consequences will be disastrous.

   "Since it's a pistol, the explosion-proof shield must be useful. I'll send someone to send it to you immediately!" The tattooed leader said, commanding the rebels holding the explosion-proof shield, and ran towards the location of several snipers.

  At the same time, a shield-bearer guard was placed beside him.

   "Shoot, no matter what, he must be killed, and if he continues to fight like this, the morale of the mob we brought will collapse." The tattooed leader growled.

  Among the 1,000 people, except for talking to dozens of people, most of them are rebel forces they supported in Ethiopia. They used to be just a group of paupers who dared to rebel with a few guns.

  The slogans are lofty, but they are all patchwork. In fact, they are a group of bandits. There are a large number of people, but they are just a mob.

  Although they have been used by them under the secret support and training of their Creator Bishop, and they have substantial weapons and a small amount of training.

   But they are still useless, and this situation may collapse at any time.

  Of course, the snipers are obviously the real members of the religious order. Unlike those pawns, they are not afraid of death, but they are so worthless.

  At this moment, sniper No. 10 aimed at Mo Poor, but his finger was extremely heavy on the trigger.

  He didn't shoot for a long time, even if the explosion-proof shield was delivered, he still felt insecure.

  Because the news of teammates being counter-killed kept ringing in the headset, the figure in the scope was holding a huge black sniper rifle in one hand and a pistol in the other, and the two guns cooperated in a line and fired at the ground.

  Mo Poor was still alive and kicking under sniping from all angles. And the teammates were all sent to the explosion-proof shield for protection, why are they still dead?

  He didn't know why those powerful teammates of his didn't hit, did they avoid it? Is the seemingly messy left and right jumps a high-end evasive action of the Lanbai Club?

   "Number Two? How are you doing, Number Two?"

   "Five, did you shoot?"

  The sniper kept checking the situation of his teammates, but found that his teammates were all dead, all of them died after firing a single shot.

  It seems that firing a shot is not killing the person in the sky, but developing a starting gun to let the other party kill himself.

   "I'm the only one left..." When the sniper was sure that the other snipers were dead, even though the scope was 90% sure, he was extremely pessimistic.

  At this moment, he felt like a rabbit in a wilderness with no cracks in the ground, wanting to foolishly roar at the eagle in the sky: Here I am!

   It's okay if you don't fire this shot, you can still live for a while, but if you fire this shot, you will be directly targeted by the **** of death.

  Do you want to shoot? I always feel like I'm sending...

   "Huh? Is he eating candy?" Suddenly, the No. 10 sniper waited patiently and found an opportunity.

  He saw Mo Poor stopped at a high altitude, jumping around and stuffing a big sugar pill into his mouth. They still have some understanding of the situation of the Blue and White Society, knowing that this is what they need to go to heaven.

   "Good opportunity! He stopped the previous evasive action!"

  The opportunity was fleeting, he knew that this might be his only chance, the opponent didn't jump left and right in the air anymore!

   "Boom!" Without hesitation, he fired the shot instantly!

  He was 100% sure of this shot: Didn't expect that? Think you have wiped out all the snipers? No... I haven't shot yet!

   "Did you hit it?" The sniper fired the shot and immediately saw through the scope...

  Mo Poor was still alive and kicking, and because of this shot, he turned his gun and aimed at him.

  Suddenly, he smelled the breath of death.

   "Oh huh..."

  (end of this chapter)

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