Eight Hundred and Eighteen, an Ordinary Story

【Death Stare (Sniper Rifle)】

Grade: Legendary

Attack power: 1800

Caliber: 14.5mm

Max Reload: 15

Dexterity +100

Strength +50

Maximum effective range: 1500+500m

Force +500

【Included functions】

Target lock function (maximum number of locked targets: 10)

quick reload

Deformation bracket

bullet order switch

environmental camouflage

Silent flameless shooting

hp precise calculation function

[attached attributes]

1. Fatal damage gets 100% final bonus (this attribute needs to consume 10 points of original force for each shot)

2. The special bullet loaded in the magazine, the main special attribute effect +25%

3. Elimination of impact force (requires the consumption of original force)

Additional skills: Death's Eye (requires at least three death gaze parts including the sniper scope to activate, and in the activated state, the force will continue to be consumed depending on the target and distance)!

Overall evaluation: perfect

Requires level: 60

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"A work of art worthy of war and killing!"

Standing at the workbench in Windscar Workshop.

Feng Luo looked at the old John who took out a sniper rifle that looked like it was brand new from a somewhat worn-out gun box.

The moment it was taken out of the gun case, the surface of the sniper rifle, which was originally the same color as the gun case, quickly and automatically changed to a color similar to that of Old John's overalls!

Stocks, magazines, scopes plus thick sniper barrels and front-end accessories...

After Old John slowly assembled all the parts, a heavy sniper rifle with a total length of more than 1.7 meters appeared, exuding an inexplicable feeling.

It was as if a cheetah or a golden eagle woke up from a deep sleep and opened those sharp eyes!

Yes, Feng Luo did have such a feeling!

In the past, Feng Luo used the word "killing" to describe Barrett, who was known as the "death python", but that was just a description.

But this gun, after being assembled by Old John.

But when anyone looks at it for the first time, there will really be a feeling in their hearts, just like its name Death Stare!

"..."

Old John said nothing.

He stretched out his right hand, which had taken off his work glove, and gently stroked the body parts of this legendary sniper rifle with his palm.

From the stock of the gun to the magazine, and then to the scope, touch it bit by bit...

Under the technical glasses, his cloudy eyes from drinking all day seemed to be very calm, but the unconsciously trembling fingertips revealed his inner mood at this time.

...

"I want to hear a more complete story about this gun!"

A story had already flashed through Feng Luo's mind.

A very ordinary story actually.

When the Sam family ruled the planet, because of monopoly and dictatorial policies,.

There are riots on this planet from time to time, and because of this, there are many orphans who have lost their parents.

The two boys who grew up in an orphanage with a difference of three years in age, although not brothers, cultivated a feeling of being more than brothers.

When the war against Family Sam broke out, the entire planet was thrown into total chaos.

The orphanage was blown up in a conflict, and the two crawled out of the pile of corpses, and then survived the war years with difficulty and tenacity...

After they both came of age, they joined an army.

The older "brother" was selected into the sniper team because of his accurate marksmanship, while the younger brother was conscripted into the logistics and research team because of his accidental talent in repairing firearms and power armor.

Those born as two orphans cherish opportunities far more than others.

The older "brother" quickly became the top sniper in the army, and the "brother" managed to create a pair of perfectly evaluated equipment when he was only in his twenties.

Promoted to a master-level professional.

The piece of legendary equipment that was perfectly evaluated was a sniper rifle, a sniper rifle specially crafted by my younger brother for "brother".

With this sniper rifle, my brother quickly became the number one sniper in the entire army. He sniped down countless enemy commanders and became the enemy's nightmare. title!

And the army of the faction he joined has gradually become the most powerful force on the entire planet.

In the end, this army established the federal government.

Obviously, if the story ends here, it will undoubtedly have a very happy ending.

However, one day after the establishment of the federal government, he has become the younger brother of a master in the field of firearms and power armor.

The whole person didn't know why, and yelled frantically and rushed into the barracks, looking for his brother who was about to perform an urgent mission.

Then, with a blank expression on his brother's face, he said a lot of things that people couldn't understand.

He even made trouble in the army to prevent his brother from carrying out his mission.

Next, the two inevitably had a dispute. After the elder brother said harsh words, the younger brother rushed out of the barracks.

Then, brother, he still went to complete that urgent task.

But when he came back, his younger brother had quit the army and disappeared.

The restless brother missed a mission that was not difficult, and only this sniper rifle was recovered by the military along with his body!

At his funeral, it was recalled, in martyr style.

From a distance, I saw my younger brother holding a wine bottle like a homeless man, and burst into tears!

This was the story Feng Luo heard.

...

On the opposite side of Feng Luo.

Old John stroked the sniper rifle in his hand.

As a master of firearms, even though he has been drinking heavily all year round, he still remains extremely sensitive, able to distinguish fingers with a roughness of one-tenth of a millimeter.

Finally, he clearly felt a line of words engraved on an inconspicuous place on the gun body.

"Give it to my brother, Simon Heye Paul!"

In Old John's mind.

At this time, some memory fragments are flashing.

In the cold winter, the gloomy sky kept falling snow.

A thin little boy was wrapped in a tattered blanket, curled up in a shack built with some waste items, his forehead was red and hot, and he moaned slightly from time to time.

"call!"

The door made of iron sheets was gently pulled open, and a young man who looked slightly older, with a pale complexion and chapped lips, came in wearing a shabby and thin shirt that was wet from the snow.

"Look, Paul, what I found, a cold medicine and a big loaf of bread!"

He took out a piece of bread that was hardened by the cold and softened by covering it with body temperature, and shook it in front of the boy.

"Eat quickly, you will be well after eating bread and medicine!"

He was shaking while shaking his thin and soaked clothes.

While sprinkling the cold medicine into the water poured out of a broken teapot in the shack, breaking the dry and hard bread and soaking it in water, he said with a somewhat excited face.

"You eat, I'm not hungry, I've already eaten!"

Looking at the sick boy holding the bowl with a pair of dirty hands, the boy said.

"real……"

"Really, how could I lie to you, Paul!"

The thin boy was happily drinking warm water mixed with bread crumbs and cold medicine.

The younger and older boy, with a happy face, reached out and picked up the tattered teapot on the ground next to him, and poured the remaining water into his belly that rang twice.

At the same time, it was carefully concealed, and it looked like the arms and ribs were bruised and bruised from being kicked by someone.

...

"Why? Even you don't believe me...it's all fake, it's all fake...why don't you believe it!"

"You're not allowed to go! Missions, these shitty missions, they don't make any sense, you know that!"

Next, the picture is in a military camp.

A man of about twenty-eight or nine years old with the logo of an engineer and a school rank on his body, with crazy eyes, was yelling at another man wearing a full set of sniper combat equipment.

"Why don't you understand, why don't you understand?"

"I see, it doesn't make sense for me to be in your head...it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense, all of this makes no sense..."

"I see... ah!"

The man covered his head and yelled, then roared wildly, turned around and rushed out of the surrounding crowd, and rushed out from a distance.

"Paul!"

Behind him, wearing sniper combat equipment. The man with a gun case in his hand showed a worried look on his face, trying to catch up.

"Haye, haven't you arrived yet? Hurry up, the mission is urgent!"

A somewhat anxious voice came from the communicator on the ear.

"Yes!"

The sniper man gritted his teeth and stopped in his tracks.