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After McMillan arranged the sniper point and adjusted the focal length of Barrett’s scope, the two lay prone and waited.
“1110m shooting distance.”
“At this distance, you don’t just have to consider the drop of the bullet caused by gravity, humidity, temperature.”
“For the time being, wind speed doesn’t count, but you have to add the Coriolis effect.”
“The flight speed of the bullet is about 1.4 seconds.”
“When the time comes to shoot depending on the situation, you basically only have a chance to fire one shot.”
“Relax, don’t be nervous.”
McMillan held the binoculars to observe, while teaching Sister A the preconditions for shooting.
But this confused her.
She even understands the quadratic linear equation, what is the Coriolis effect for her…
Who the fuck is Coriolis!
However, the game didn’t really make her count on math problems at this time.
Most of the potential in people can be forced out, not only on-the-spot reactions or survival instincts, but can push people to incredible limits.
But math is okay, math doesn’t just won’t work, and big sticks don’t make shit.
At this time, the younger sister was worried about whether she really had to wait for more than ten hours.
She then leaves Price’s control and sees Price take out a small machine from a third-person perspective.
Looks like a tape recorder or something.
Turn it on and press the button, and a small red light inside will turn on for a second and then turn off. Then Price retracted the machine and waited patiently on the ground.
Little Sister Dui saw a beam of red light rushing into the sky in front of her eyes, and her perspective also flew up to the clouds. Immediately after, a satellite image appeared, which could vaguely be identified as the border map of Brother Xiong. The center point shifted slightly to the side, and then quickly landed again.
Guo Price’s voice sounded: “This is a black operation that will not be recorded, a wet job.” “If we fail, or die, the SAS will not admit it and will not take back our bodies. “I didn’t have any thoughts of returning home from the dead at that time, but I still wanted to try my best to find a chance to survive.” “So, I found some foreign aid of my own…”
Next to Price, the map shrank, and finally landed on a burly man with a chubby face.
Seeing this person, Little Sister Dui called out.
“Nicolas!!”
“I recognized him, Taji, we and Ghost Recon were there to save him.”
“It turns out that the old guy had contact with him a long time ago, no wonder he took such a big risk to save him.”
The little girl’s point of view was locked to Nikolai’s body at this time.
This dude is in a bar at the moment, and there is someone playing the piano in a corner.
Holding a large mug of beer in front of him, he was frantically holding back. A few old men were sitting next to them, booing and slapping the table, and the bar feeder came around the table with a glass of 96-degree 1-special.
The taste function of the VR helmet worn by the little girl can allow her to smell the fragrance of beer malt flowers and the strong alcohol smell of vodka.
The drunk Nikolai poured a small glass of vodka into a beer glass, then stood on the table and raised his glass, shouting to the others:
“Ula!” A group of old men next to him also raised their glasses and echoed: “Ula!!!” With a big mouthful of beer, Nikolai jumped off the table and twisted his buttocks drunk. At this moment, there was a beeping sound in his clothes on the chair.
The drunken-eyed Nicole opened it, and his drunken face immediately turned serious.
” Su
and Ritter…”
With a Mao-style swearing, Nikolai wanted to leave with his clothes in his mouth, but was stopped by a few old men at the door:
“Dawarich! Where are you going, my friend, I’m just getting started.”
Nicole waved his hand: “No, no, my dear friend is in distress, and I need to save him.”
The old man sneered: “If you meet a little furry child, are you worthy of saving people?”
“What’s the matter? I was born in the Air Force.”
The waitress at the bar, who was wider and fatter than a cow, laughed when she heard this: “Nicolas!” “Do you know who you are talking to?”
“May I have the honor to introduce to you: a legendary veteran, Viktor Reznov.”
“The defense of Stalingrad, the bloody battle of Olympus, Boleyn.” “These old men have been through the whole World War II. There are a lot of medals at home. I exchanged a glass of beer for one.” Gu Cai heard that and looked at Reznov in shock. Reznov waved his hand casually: “I won’t mention the past.”
At this time, another old man with burns on his face came over, his sharp eyes stared at Nikolai: “Where are you going?”
“The city of Pripya, a four-hour flight.”
The old man snorted and grabbed a piece of old clothes embroidered with red stars on the chair: “Go to that ghost place, I’ll run with you.”
Natasha! Please bring my old man. ”
Seeing this, it wasn’t just the little girl who was shocked.
The audience watching the live broadcast was also stunned. “Fuck, the veterans who survived World War II and survived?!”
“…Don’t tell me I’m going to control these gods of war next?”
“Damn it? I can call Ulla?!”
“Damn I recognized it!! The old gentleman with the burnt face is Chernov! The old God of War who really made up for it!!”
The water friend’s excitement was broken, and he watched the barrage frantically with anticipation.
Sister Zhou and the others who have already played the plot, even though they are already familiar with the plot, they are excited to clench their fists and shout long live.
here.
The tall and sturdy Niko costumes have no qualifications to speak in front of these gods of war who have worn through World War II.
The old men have made up their minds, or they simply drink too much and go crazy. But in short, the waiter took out a large suitcase from the warehouse and put it on the bar to open it. It’s full of old guns from the Second World War full of old marks.
Mosin Nagant, SFT 40, PPSH Bobosha submachine gun, all Soviet weapons. [503551]
Although these old guns are old, the taste of the guns that have really experienced bloody battles is far from the new weapons.
Nikolai poked on the spot and didn’t move. The six old guys took their guns and pushed Nikolai out of the door:
“If you want to be ashamed of my friend, let’s go to save your friend!” “Ula!!” After that, a group of people came out of the bar in a mighty manner, attracting the attention of a group of street runners on the side of the road.
Afterwards, Xiaomei’s point of view was lifted to the clouds again, and within a few seconds, the dark clouds above her head quickly drifted past.
In a blink of an eye, it was the next day, and the perspective returned to Price.
“Lieutenant, here they come.”
McMillan held up the binoculars, and Price took a deep breath and glanced at the photo next to Barrett.
In the photo is a man with a bald head and a big beard, who looks like a bad guy.
Wait until Price gets Barrett’s finger on the trigger.
Immediately, a sense came from Xiaomei’s body, indicating that the control had returned to her question. Putting your eyes on the scope, focusing on the shooting angle and other complicated things have been handled automatically, and you can shoot by aiming at the center of the traced line. I saw an empty basketball court in the distance.
Two armored vehicles crossed the three-point line of the basketball court, and there were more than 20 enemy soldiers walking around with guns.
At this time, a Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle entered the line of sight, very stable, and a bald head came down from the passenger seat.
There were two people behind him, who together were carrying a heavy box of goods. “Target confirmed, Imran Zakayev.”
“‘~ Wait for him to stand firm and shoot when he finds an opportunity, pay attention to the wind speed.”
“See that little flag on the field? It’s swinging, which means there’s a lot of wind around it.”
“You can try to fire the moment the ventilation rate is down, and it’s guaranteed to hit.”
“But at the same time, Zakayev may be out of here before then.”
“You decide.”
Waiting patiently for McMillan to finish speaking, Little Sister Duan clenched the trigger and stared at Zakayev’s bald head.
At this distance, a person’s head sight is as small as looking at a button ten meters away, very small and blurry.
So don’t think about headshots or anything, you can only aim at the upper body as much as possible.
What’s more, Price is using .50 full-power armor-piercing rounds.
This kind of bullet that is longer than the little girl’s hand is generally used to hit armored vehicles or mechanical equipment.
Such a thick sheet of iron can easily penetrate, so it is called an anti-equipment sniper rifle.
But usually, weapons used to counter equipment are surprisingly good at hitting people.
As long as it can hit the body, no matter where it hits, the huge kinetic energy can instantly shred the body.
“Be patient…wait for them to get in touch with the trader…” McMillan was talking when suddenly a cloud of dust fell from the ceiling above the two of them.
Then the sound of the helicopter sounded.
A Mi-28 Havoc helicopter suddenly blocked Price’s shooting angle.
This thing is more ferocious than a hind, equipped with a 30mm cannon and 80mm anti-tank rockets.
If they were noticed by him, the two could jump off the building and declare the mission failed.
“Wait patiently for him to leave (money is good, don’t attack.”
McMillan remained motionless, confident in his ghillie suit disguise.
Fortunately, although this armed attack helicopter is equipped with an infrared thermal imaging observer.
But that’s for hot objects like tanks. The human body temperature of more than 30 degrees is not within the detection range of the observer, so the two people were not scanned.
After more than a minute, the helicopter flew away, and the little girl breathed a sigh of relief and re-aimed at Zakayev.
He had already met his trade partner, and the box under his feet was opened, revealing a box full of gold.
On the other side, at the foot of the enemy lay a human tin can with a radiation sign on it.
“The timing is good, you can try to shoot now, or be patient, you decide.”
Zakayev walked around with his hands on his waist, but he had a wide range of motion.
The small flag next to him was also swaying in the wind, and the little girl held the trigger and decided to wait patiently for a few more seconds.
Another five seconds to lift. The flag suddenly fell, and Zakayev also stood still. “That’s it, shoot!” McMillan suddenly roared, and the little girl subconsciously pulled the trigger.
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The armor-piercing projectile ripped through the air and flew towards Zakayev in a slightly curved arc within a second. After 1.3 seconds, he hit, Zakayev’s arm was forcibly torn off, and his whole body was overturned to the ground without movement. “Confirmation details!”
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