Chapter 66: Sniper Bite in the Dark Night

Fang Lin's words made Karoka's face turn blue and white. At this time, he was still thinking about the problem with the thinking of ak conquering the world before. Now the whole body is covered with high-tech equipment. Unless it is so bad that bullets penetrate directly from the eyes, it is impossible to pose any threat to them based on the firepower configuration in this settlement of indigenous residents!

Karoka sighed, waved and made several consecutive gestures, and divided his mercenaries into four teams. They spread out like four groups of silently running wild wolves, occupying the area silently and efficiently. The commanding heights blocked the exits on all sides of this temporary settlement called the Zada ​​tribe. In terms of the number of people, this These mercenaries are firmly at a disadvantage, but in terms of firepower, the advanced firearms and ammunition of their five-person combat team are enough to account for more than half of the firepower output of this resistance army. If they occupy the terrain advantage, unless there is a major Weapon support, otherwise no matter what, it would be impossible to break through the blockade of the crazy firepower network.

An extremely dull gunshot rang out. After being filtered by the silencer, the sound was not very clear. But it reminded people invisibly of the sound of hitting the head with a hammer wrapped in thick cloth. Just for an instant, the lurking light and dark whistle was completely invisible under the scanning of the infrared night vision device, one by one. The indigenous black man covered his chest in confusion and was excited. They fell to the ground with spurts of blood, and their angry pupils were scanning the surroundings, but wherever their sight touched was darkness, vegetation, and on their naked and smooth black skin, totem ornaments made of vegetation were scattered in the air full of gunpowder smoke and blood. Drifting away. Just like their lives, withered, dried up, and died in helplessness and confusion.

Tracers of bullets interspersed arcs of death in the air, and explosions of grenades occurred one after another. However, the tribesmen who were suddenly attacked did not panic. The chaos in this turbulent country has been going on for decades. . It can be said that the toys of children with dark skin are broken aks, and they have become numb to death. The first wave of attacks gathered resulted in the death of three people among the mercenaries!

The causes of death of these three mercenaries were almost exactly the same. They were wearing the Land Warriors' individual combat system. Their only weakness was their eyes. These three people have also experienced hundreds of battles, and their choice of bunkers and other things are extremely professional. To be hit under such circumstances can only show how accurate and fierce the marksmanship of these Zada ​​tribesmen is!

However, the deaths of three people resulted in the deaths of at least thirty people from the Zada ​​tribe. This is only those who were killed on the spot, if serious injuries and minor injuries are included. At least a hundred people were injured and the tide seemed to recede. Although there are literally four or five hundred Zada ​​tribesmen here, it would be good to have less than half of them who can fight with guns and pose a substantial threat to these brutal mercenaries. In other words, the Zada ​​people who underestimated their enemies almost lost more than half of their combat effectiveness after the first wave of momentum. To put it bluntly, once the Zada ​​clan members emerge from the bunker, what awaits them is a violent metal storm pouring out of the barrels of their guns!

The Zada ​​tribe tried to charge again several times, but they were extremely suppressed by the firepower from all sides. What they gained was not breaking through the defense line but discarding the next corpses. Karoka, who thought he had a chance to win, began to shout, asking the Zada ​​tribe to hand over the sacred objects they had snatched from the Mayan pyramids, and stated that they were I am willing to buy, just to get a chance to have a fair conversation. But what he got back was a bullet.

This rifle bullet was accurately fired from the darkness. Hit Karoka on the head! There was a muffled sound, and golden flowers popped up in Karoka's eyes. He stumbled and sat down behind the bunker, feeling a little scared in his heart. He was quite angry again. If it weren't for the Land Warrior's high-strength carbon fiber bulletproof helmet, he would have died on the ground with his brains splattered everywhere.

Angrily, Karoka waved his hand and gave the order to attack to the end through the intercom. The cross fire network has completely sealed the Zada ​​tribe in the village. Although according to Fang Lin's requirements, heavy firepower cannot be used to attack, for fear that the violent explosion will "accidentally injure" the crystal skull. However, the mercenaries were also equipped with four snipers. They went into battle lightly to occupy the commanding heights and activated the sniper mode of the SIGS G552 5.56mm assault rifles they carried. The flying bullets interspersed in the darkness were like death's scythe, accurately harvesting human lives in the village. To put it bluntly, the weapons gap between the two sides is at least close to 50 years!

However, among the four snipers, one suddenly froze, then let go and fell down, twitching several times and died! Another shot directly into the eye! Because snipers aim with one eye, the other eye is usually squinted and closed. But the sniper of the Zada ​​clan in the dark hit his squinted eye with a simple AK shot!

The situation fell into a strange stalemate. After making tactical interludes and shifting positions, the remaining three snipers continued to shoot. But their actions were undoubtedly in vain. This time, two more people were knocked down in succession!

Knockdown is death.

No one can survive being shot in the eye. The 7 bullets shot can easily pass through the back of the head. Therefore, when viewed from the front, the person who was shot is almost the same as an ordinary person except that he is blind in one eye. However, when viewed from the back, the back of his head appears directly. There was a huge blood hole the size of a funnel. You can even imagine the moment when you were shot, red and white mixed together, and a cone-shaped tragic mist of blood shot out like a fountain!

The remaining sniper was a local black man. He drew circles on his chest in fear, made patterns on his face with mud made from his own urine, and refused to go forward even after saying anything. Karoka was anxious in his heart. His raid was all about speed. You must know that there are four forces coveting the Mayan treasures! After hearing the gunshots, even including the response time they had to rush over, they would only have less than two hours left for their team at most. The fire suppression strangely failed to form, and the attitude of these Zada ​​people was also surprisingly tough, which he had not expected.

At this time, a white/stable/dry/reliable hand grabbed the SIGS G552 5.56mm assault rifle that was placed on the corpse of a sniper. The way this hand held the rifle was very strange. It used the index finger first. Click it, and then touch it with your middle finger, ring finger, and little finger one by one. It feels like once you hold it, you won't let go!

Karoka's eyes widened, because the SIGS G552-style 5.56mm assault rifle that could turn on the sniper mode was none other than the pretty employer who was related to the lives of all their families! He looked like he wanted to take the initiative, and this kid didn't wear any protective equipment. He even wore white clothes in the dark night just to keep cool during the day. He stood out in the dark. Aren't you a living target? You can become a sieve in a hornet's nest if you want, but don't fucking harm the lives of my whole family!

"Stop him!" In fact, before Karoka could say anything, three burly men had already rushed forward to drag Fang Lin back. Fang Lin, as if he hadn't seen it before, put on the equipment of the Land Warrior Individual Combat System from the corpse next to him, and finally put on the helmet. The three burly men didn't know why, but Fang Lin made them escape in a flash. He turned around and smiled lightly:

"I'm fine."

As he spoke, the helmet still had the disgusting drippings from the original owner mixed with brain blood, flowing down Fang Lin's face. Even Karoka, who was used to seeing life and death, couldn't help but shudder. He was about to He was about to yell loudly, but Fang Lin had already climbed up the slope in front. Without taking any cover, he just took a lunge, held the assault rifle in his hand flat and began to aim.

The piercing gunshots rang out like fried beans, obviously aimed at Fang Lin, the best target to hit. Countless AK bullets dragged out a long line of fire in the darkness and flew towards Fang Lin. Lin's body surface brought out little sparks. This powerful set of individual combat equipment showed terrifying defensive power, and the assault rifle in Fang Lin's hand also began to spit out tongues of fire. Experts immediately saw that Fang Lin used a short burst of suppressive shooting. However, the scary thing is that wherever he pointed the muzzle of his gun, the firepower in that place immediately went silent!

These ordinary people alone were not enough to make Fang Lin take action. His purpose was naturally to lure out the mysterious people behind the scenes. Through mental detection, we can know that there are three powerful indigenous gunmen in total, hiding in the east, west and southwest. However, the spiritual energy of these three people is different from the spiritual power in the nightmare world, probably because of their mysterious witchcraft, so Fang Lin could only use this method to lure the snake out of the hole.

Soon, Fang Lin clearly felt that the muscles on the right leg of the indigenous gunman in Zhengdong tightened and his breathing became a little faster. He was obviously ready to attack. Three, two, one. This guy jumped out of the trench in an instant, held the AK's gun butt in the air with his left hand, and pointed the AK's muzzle at Fang Lin!

At this moment, Fang Lin only felt a burning sensation coming from his chest and abdomen, as if a hot red-hot iron was moving upwards very quickly one centimeter above the skin, and the final destination was clearly Fang Lin's left eye!