Blue and White Society Chapter 197: This is not a spy at all

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

No matter where the opponent 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.

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 doesn't even need to be thought about, 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 a hit rate of 80 to 90%, that is too harsh. It is difficult even for members of the club. Ten years of training in Tafishi is almost the same.

But for Mo Poor, any gun is the same...

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 close to the crash site were killed, and even those who survived were forced away.

Mo Poor alone attracted almost all the enemies. 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 act 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 the particularly complicated terrain, with their personal skills, even a dozen people from the Lanbai Society could defeat a thousand of them.

So if you 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.

Unexpectedly, they met a freak like Mo Poor who wanted to kill and injure their people outside their range, and most of them couldn't fight back at all.

The sky surrounded the ground, and their team could be seen at a glance. 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 going on? 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. a sniper.

That’s all for other guns. 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. No. 3, No. 6, No. 8, No. 9 all shot and died in one shot. As long as the shot misses, he will find the location, and then he will be killed before he can move." 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.

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

It is conceivable that those snipers thought they were sure of the blow, but they missed Mo Poor at all, and exposed themselves instead.

As a result, 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 figure bouncing up and down in the scope, and 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 unsure, 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.

The tattoo boss is horrified, a 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 interns."

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

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

Nearly a thousand people were pinned down on the ground to besieged. If they couldn't fight back, they could only watch helplessly as the troops they brought suffered heavy casualties, and people were 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 with the explosion-proof shield, and ran towards the 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 one thousand people, apart from talking about dozens of people, most of them are the rebel forces they supported in Ethiopia. They used to be just a group of paupers who dared to rebel with a few guns.

The slogan is 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 Bishops, 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 headset kept ringing out that teammates were being counter-killed, the figure in the scope was holding a huge black sniper rifle in one hand and a pistol in the other.

Mo Poor was still alive and kicking despite being sniped from every angle. 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 Society?

"No. 2? How are you doing No. 2?"

"Number 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 to kill the person in the sky, but to develop a command 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 the 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 am sending...

"Huh? He's eating candy?" Suddenly, the No. 10 sniper waited patiently and found an opportunity.

He saw Mo Poor stopped at 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 is 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 saw through the scope immediately after firing the shot...

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..."

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