Chapter 332: Chasing with armor on and off

Shen Bei started his first tentative attack.

A bullet was fired at the guard on the sentry tower of the compound.

Shen Bei's choice of time was not bad.

After a night of guarding, it was the time when day and night met, and the guard on the sentry tower was already tired and drowsy.

It could greatly reduce the vigilance of the guards in other sentry towers.

Shen Bei's silent bullet was a real ghost in this situation.

The bullet pierced through the air and drilled into the gap between the wooden boards of the sentry tower in the blink of an eye, without causing any wood chips or sounds.

The next moment, the bullet broke through the guard's skin and flesh, squeezed into the clavicle at the base of his neck, and destroyed any organs and tissues on that line.

The aorta burst, and blood rushed out of the gunshot wound like a red snake.

The guard had not yet been awakened by the pain, and his whole body wiggled a few times like a rubber band, and then he fell asleep again.

Shen Bei only took a glance, then quickly adjusted the muzzle of the gun, took a deep breath again, and calmed down his heartache.

A fast heartbeat or muscle tension can easily lead to sniper errors.

The air at this moment is too humid and the vision is not good enough. Shen Bei can't be anxious, just take it slowly.

After taking a short breath, he put the crosshairs on the head of the guard on another sentry tower in front of the left.

Shen Bei was at the top of the 2,000-meter peak, and the Barrett sniper rifle sprayed roaring bullets.

The bullet drilled directly into his skull, destroying the thoughts in the brain cells.

The black blood that burst out splattered on the white multi-barrel machine gun turret and the wooden wall, and large pieces of black skin with brains slowly slid down the vertical wooden board.

Whoosh~~

The muzzle flashed.

Shen Bei fired again, and the bullet drilled into the left ear of the guard of another sentry tower, like a nine-inch nail smashed into it by a sledgehammer, poking the lower jaw and skull apart.

Colorful brains were painted on the sentry tower, like graffiti when venting.

Shen Bei's right index finger kept pulling the trigger. The order conveyed by the brain to it was to be fatal but not to shoot down the body and make a sound.

The originally clean sentry tower was like a vegetable market where a fight had just happened. White melons, tomatoes, pork, and eggs were smashed all over the ground, messy and dirty.

The towering peaks, the mountains, the rapid bullets, like the sickle of the soul-catching messenger, sharp and invisible.

The guards on the sentry tower did not even have time to pray for forgiveness from the ghosts and gods in their hearts, and they died one after another silently.

After dealing with the guards on the sentry tower.

Shen Bei put away the sniper rifle and quickly moved 500 meters down the mountain.

Hiding behind a big tree, the consciousness connected to the cluster firepower flying disc.

At 3 o'clock behind the right side of his body, 300 meters away, he projected his image as a virtual projection to confuse the enemy.

The plants growing over there are like the feathers on the neck of a vulture, sparse, short and ugly.

It is difficult to find shelters such as big rocks and pits nearby.

This is the effect that Shen Bei wants, to be exposed at a glance.

Then, Shen Bei climbed up the tree trunk and calmed down again.

He waited for ten minutes.

The guards of the manor began to change shifts, and this time the pot exploded.

After these guards who changed shifts climbed up the watchtower, they were immediately shocked by the scene in front of them.

Everyone looked horrified and shouted in panic:

"Enemy attack!"

"Damn it! What's going on? Our people were shot to death!"

"Why didn't you hear the gunshot?"

"Be alert! Find someone!"

"Fuck! Maybe the enemy has already run away!"

"There is someone in the mountains at nine o'clock!"

"A suit of armor... a sniper rifle... Isn't this Shen Bei!" A guard holding a telescope screamed.

"Fuck him!"

"Notify Sanmu, it's time for revenge!"

As everyone shouted.

Several guards who were taking over the shift finally locked onto the virtual projection on the mountain.

Although the guards died, Shen Bei did not destroy the multi-barrel machine gun and RPG.

But seeing these people picking up their weapons, they seemed to have lost their minds, not looking at the distance and accuracy, picking up their weapons and firing wildly.

"Dangdangdang...Dangdangdang..."

The roar of metal bullets continued, but the effect of such cross-river shooting was not satisfactory.

This kind of shooting can be described as a chicken rib temptation, eating without meat, but throwing away is tasty.

The bullets, in a hypocritical way, did not reduce the impact on the virtual projection jumping around.

"Fuck!"

A guard shouted frantically: "The machine gun can't hit! RPG!"

"No need for your nonsense!"

Another guard picked up the RPG and fired directly without hesitation.

The tail flame of the RPG was like the fire of hell, making a deafening roar.

The rocket dragged a long tail and headed straight for the enemy camp, and the air made a sharp whistle due to the high-speed flight.

With a deafening sound, the rocket slammed into the few boulders in front of the virtual projection. The fireball produced by the explosion instantly engulfed the virtual projection, and flames and black smoke rose into the sky. Along with the shock wave of the explosion, gravel and dust were lifted into the air, as if even the earth was shaking.

At this time, Shen Bei controlled the virtual projection to lie among the rocks, pretending to be dead.

He even increased the energy output of the cluster firepower flying disc to make the dynamic projection more realistic, with the illusion of bright red blood.

"Damn it, it's done! Someone, drag the body back!"

The guard carrying the RPG laughed loudly, and at the same time, without any respect, kicked the body off the watchtower and smashed it to the ground.

In the chaos, some people ran into the manor, while others ran out of the manor and ran straight to the opposite hillside, trying to pick up the body.

But Shen Bei didn't move, lying on the tree trunk like a lizard.

But his gun was always aimed at the interior of the manor.

"You shouldn't be so calm."

Shen Bei muttered softly.

There was a lot of commotion outside and there was a lot of artillery fire, but Baba Tu didn't show up to check on the situation. It was hard to say whether he was cautious or afraid.

Shen Bei suppressed his restlessness and continued to wait.

A mature hunter must be able to endure loneliness and keep his target.

However, after waiting for nearly three minutes, people kept running out of the manor, but there was no sign of Baba Tu.

Shen Bei couldn't help but frown.

"Sure enough, it's not that easy..."

It seems that the plan to snipe Babatu from a distance has failed.

Shen Bei was about to slide down the tree and sneak into Shelter 5, looking for an opportunity to enter the manor.

Right now.

Suddenly.

Shen Bei suddenly saw a flash of blue light on the opposite mountain peak out of the corner of his eye.

"Lie——"

Shen Bei hasn't finished scolding yet.

A blazing sniper energy beam, like the precise guidance of the God of Death, suddenly hit Shen Bei's chest.

At that moment, Shen Bei seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and experienced the illusion of a head-on collision with a high-speed train. His body involuntarily broke free from the branches of the tree trunk, just like fallen leaves flying helplessly in the storm, accompanied by the sound of broken branches. Wail.

With a "hoo" sound, he passed through the obstruction of the air and fell heavily.

"Plop——"

With a dull loud noise, Shen Bei's body fell from a height of more than ten meters, colliding with the earth in a shocking symphony.

The pain in his chest was like a hot iron passing through his heart, burning every nerve, and the pain reached deep into his soul.

At the same time, the visual mask issued a calm and harsh alarm, reporting the cruel fact that the breastplate had failed and the defense had collapsed.

Shen Bei could feel the tearing of muscle tissue under his skin, blood seeping silently through his clothes and intertwined with the soil, but he had no time to care about the pain on the edge of life and death.

At this moment, just being alive is his greatest comfort and joy.

In a short moment, Shen Bei realized that the shooting distance might be more than three thousand meters.

A sniper who can reach this level is probably a tenth-level shooting specialist.

Miki...

Shen Bei thought of this name.

But no matter who he is, Shen Bei cannot fall to the ground, otherwise the next bullet will definitely kill him!

The moment he landed, Shen Bei rolled sideways and rolled into a concave pit.

This should be a pit left by a large rock that rolled down after weathering.

This was also the reason why Shen Bei chose to ambush here. Once something unexpected happened, this pit could give him a temporary respite.

Shen Bei used a tree stick to hold up a small mirror, lifted it out of the pit and looked at the opposite hillside.

The opponent did not move the shooting location, but the disguise was very particular, with only a thin part of the back exposed. This seemingly inadvertent brief exposure is often the most tempting and bewitching to a killer with superb shooting skills.

If Shen Bei dares to shoot him, the King of Hell will definitely give him priority in wielding his sickle.

No fighting...

You are trapped!