Chapter 208 This Is Not a Sniper Fight at All

A man walks in the sky, pointing his gun at the ground, chasing souls and taking lives.

No matter where the opponent is, he can see it clearly from a high place.

"The sky surrounds the ground..." This encirclement method makes Alexander and others feel deeply moved.

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

On the contrary, Mo Qiong doesn't need to think about this kind of coquettish routine at all. It is automatically on standby in his mind.

Because he thought about it as early as during training.

Cloud sniping is something everyone has practiced, but everyone only practices sniping. Other guns are too inefficient. One out of ten shots hits the target. It is too demanding to practice to have a hit rate of 80% to 90% in the top ten. Even for members, it is difficult. It takes about ten years for Taffishi to train.

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

So when he found this situation, he immediately thought of using distance to be invincible and get out of trouble.

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 were not dead were forced away.

Mo Qiong attracted almost all the enemies by himself. Even if others did not attack him, the enemies had to pay attention to the sky from time to time and hide themselves to prevent being hit by Mo Qiong.

But this place was too open. This section of the broken stream was three kilometers wide. The rocks could only serve as a cover on the ground, but they were completely exposed to the attack from the sky.

The enemy chose this place because they wanted to defeat the Blue and White Society with their firepower advantage. Because in the particularly complex terrain, the Blue and White Society’s people could defeat thousands of them with their personal skills even if there were only a dozen people.

So they chose this place where there was no danger to defend. No matter how good the members were, there was no room for them to show off.

But who would have thought that they would encounter a freak like Mo Qiong, who killed and injured their people wantonly outside their range, and most of them could not fight back.

The sky surrounded the ground, and their team was in full view. They suffered heavy losses alone.

Neither rockets nor ordinary firearms could pose a threat to Mo Qiong. There were only less than ten snipers who could fight back against Mo Qiong.

But Mo Qiong was too agile, constantly jumping lightly in the sky, and his position was erratic.

"Bang!"

A sniper who didn't hit Mo Qiong was shot in the head on the spot, which made the tattooed leader feel cold.

"What's going on? Why can't you guys kill him?" The tattooed leader asked in the communicator.

The tattooed leader didn't expect their snipers to be so useless. Ten snipers hidden in various places were not as good as one person on the other side. The two sides sniped for a long time, and Mo Qiong was like nothing happened, while they lost four snipers.

Other guns would be fine, but sniper rifles are either you or me. The opponent didn't even have a cover, and the distance was enough. Why couldn't he be killed, and let him kill him?

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

"Why didn't you kill him after you aimed?" The tattooed leader said in surprise.

"I'm not sure. No. 3, No. 6, No. 8, and No. 9 all died after one shot. As long as this shot misses, he will find their position and they will be killed before they can move." The sniper said. Obviously, the failure of four consecutive brothers put a lot of pressure on the remaining snipers, and they were not confident in their shooting skills.

Among the snipers who were killed, there were some with the best shooting skills, but they did not kill Mo Qiong with one shot, but were killed by a shot in an instant.

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

As a result, the remaining six snipers did not fire, aim, or shoot. They knew that if they hit the target with this shot, it would be fine. If they did not hit the target, they would not have the chance to fire the second shot or even run away.

They looked at Mo Qiong's figure jumping left and right in the scope. Even if they aimed well, they felt that if they shot, they would be the one to die.

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

"Can't you ten snipers beat him?" The tattooed leader frowned.

The snipers hiding in various places said bitterly: "This can't be considered a sniper fight at all..."

"Huh?" The tattooed leader was stunned.

"Because he used a pistol..." The snipers said in a tone of extreme fear.

The tattooed leader was shocked. Pistol? So you ten snipers, sniping against a man with a pistol? And four of them were killed? The other six didn't dare to shoot?

Using a pistol at such a high place? What's the difference between this and throwing a pen?

"No, ordinary members definitely don't have this kind of shooting skills! Could it be the top few gun fighting gods of the Blue and White Society?" The tattooed leader said in horror.

The other leaders were puzzled and said, "How is it possible? We are obviously just attacking an intern team, how can there be such a big guy? Most of them are not even formal members!"

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

The tattooed leader said in despair, "Another... another evildoer... Why? Why does the Blue and White Society always have so many talents?"

They know too well how important the advantage of range and attack range is in war.

Nearly a thousand people were pinned to the ground and surrounded. In this fight, they could only watch the team they brought suffer heavy casualties, and people were constantly killed by a flying bullet.

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

"Since it's a pistol, the blast shield will definitely be useful. I'll have someone send it to you right away!" The tattooed leader said, commanding the rebels holding blast shields to run towards the snipers.

At the same time, he also placed a shield-bearing guard beside him.

"Shoot, no matter what, we must kill him. If he continues to fight like this, the morale of the mob we brought will collapse." The tattooed leader growled.

Among the thousand people, except for a few dozen people, most of them are rebel forces they supported in Ethiopia. They were just a group of poor people who dared to rebel with a few guns.

The slogans are high-sounding, but they are all patchwork. In fact, they are a group of bandits. They are numerous but just a mob. Many of them dare to rob the city with fake gun models made of wood.

Although they have been secretly supported and cultivated by their Creator Bishops, they have been used by them, and have sufficient weapons and a small amount of training.

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

Of course, the snipers are obviously the real members of the cult. Unlike those pawns, they are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of dying worthlessly.

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

He hesitated to shoot, even if the explosion-proof shield was delivered, he felt insecure.

Because the earphone kept ringing the sound of teammates being killed. The figure in the scope held a huge black sniper rifle in one hand and a pistol in the other hand, and the two guns were coordinated and fired at the ground in a line.

Mo Qiong was still alive and kicking under sniping from all angles. And his teammates, who were all sent to the explosion-proof shield for protection, why did they still die?

He didn't know why his powerful teammates didn't hit him. Did they dodge? Is the seemingly messy left and right jump a high-end evasive action of the Blue and White Society?

"Number 2? Number 2, how are you?"

"Number 5, did you shoot?"

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

It seemed that firing a shot was not to kill the person in the sky, but to fire a starting gun to let the other party snipe him.

"I am the only one left..." When the sniper was sure that the other snipers were dead, even though he had a 90% chance of aiming through the scope, he was still extremely pessimistic.

At this moment, he felt like a rabbit in a wilderness without even a crack in the ground, and he was stupidly shouting to the eagle in the sky: I am here!

It would be fine if he didn't fire this shot, and he could still survive for a while. If he fired this shot, he would be directly targeted by the god of death.

Do you want to shoot? I always feel like I am giving it away...

"Huh? He is eating candy?" Suddenly, sniper No. 10 found an opportunity after waiting patiently.

He saw Mo Qiong stopped in the sky, jumping on the spot and stuffing a big candy pill into his mouth. They still knew something about the situation of the Blue and White Society, and knew that this was what they needed to go to the sky.

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

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

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

He was 100% sure of this shot: Didn't expect it? Did you think you had cleared all the snipers? No... I haven't fired yet!

"Did you hit it?" After the sniper fired the shot, he immediately saw through the scope...

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

Suddenly, he smelled the breath of death.

"Oh..."

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