The charm of spy wars lies in the tricks of life

Chapter 37 The Visitor Shen Liushu
The Kentucky Rifle has a range of over 500 meters and an effective and accurate range of 182 meters.

It was like a drizzle. After drifting for twenty minutes on and off, Shotazaburo felt very annoyed. Even the lightest rain could block his vision and prevent his bullets from falling accurately.

A black Chevrolet car and a light green military truck drove over from the south, alerting the Special High Section agents in the opposite building.

The rain stopped and Shotazaburo smiled. It seemed that China's luck had run out and the heavens were helping the Great Japanese Empire.

Something was wrong in my sight. The black Chevrolet in front of me slowed down. Could it be that the other party was experienced and predicted the danger here?

The car was getting closer and closer. When it was about 200 meters away, I could see two people sitting in the front, wearing smoky green military uniforms. The man in the passenger seat attracted my attention. He had a star on his shoulder and was a major.

He thought that he couldn't kill the major first. Once he died, the driver would react and turn east, and all his efforts would be wasted.

If you want to keep them all, you need to seriously injure the driver and force him to brake. This way, he will be trapped within the sniper's range.

As the Chevrolet slowly approached, the major looked at him with a very pure gaze, as if he could see him.

But science told him that he couldn't see it. The sky was dark and without a single ray of sunlight. He was lying on the ground on the second floor, with only the gun exposed in front of the window.

Aiming at the driver's lungs, one shot can severely injure him, making him unable to breathe, causing heavy bleeding, severe pain, and forcing him to stop the vehicle.

What he needed was to wait for the second car to be within his accurate shooting range.

With a "bang", the driver braked as expected.

He quickly pulled the trigger, aimed at the driver of the light green truck, and with a "bang", the two vehicles rear-ended each other and hugged each other.

The major reacted quickly and lay low enough that the driver blocked the bullet's path.

"Bang" another shot, killing the driver, a slight crack appeared on the corner of his mouth. Killing people was exciting, and he smiled, a very bright smile.

The pleasure of controlling life and death makes him feel very comfortable, just like smoking tobacco, as if he is flying in the clouds and feeling ecstatic.

With excitement and murderous intent, he fired another shot at the truck driver, killing two people in a row. He licked his lower lip with his tongue, as if he could smell the scent of blood, the animal-like smell of Chinese blood.

Listening to the Chinese shouting out their location, there was no tension at all, because they were in their own hunting grounds.

South of his own compatriots, sent a great gesture, smiled and received.

"Bang bang bang" "dang". The pistols of the ten people in the distance were ineffective, and occasionally a bullet could hit the corner of the wall next to him.

He didn't shoot because there were many people on the other side shooting at him, and sometimes life cannot be saved by luck.

The most important thing is that the ten people on the opposite side are about 300 meters away and are not within his accurate shooting range.

The ten people entered the dilapidated old house in the southeast of the intersection, approached the intersection from inside the old house, and soon came into his accurate shooting range. The people inside were very smart and did not show their heads.

Point the gun at the black Chevrolet again, because there is a major there, and this piece of meat must be delicious.

The light green hat appeared, the major's hat. He aimed at it, but the hat stopped and swayed slightly from side to side, as if talking to his teammates.

Time is not waiting for me, God is blessing me, it’s time to send you to the west. With a "bang", my heart was happy.

Another guard hat appeared. It must be that the subordinates saw their superior die, made a mistake in a hurry, and went to visit their superior.

"Bang" it was solved with one shot.

After a while, another guard hat appeared. The Chinese are really dogs, too stupid and too loyal. They should go to check on their dead superiors and compatriots.

After the "bang," the scene that appeared made him nervous. Surprisingly, the major and the two guards were still alive. The two guards and the target, Frost Moon, were running, and so was the major. Without thinking about anything else, he chose his target first.

At the moment before he fired, "bang", the major fired, the bullet grazed his face and hit the wall. His hand trembled and "bang" the shot lost its accuracy and failed to kill the target Frost Moon.

Calming down, he aimed at the target again, and with a "bang", the major fired again, just like last time, at the same position, still brushing past his face almost, and hitting the same position on the wall. He could even feel the blast of the bullet tearing through the air.

It's impossible. The effective accuracy range of the Continental pistol is 39 meters. It's impossible to be so accurate twice and hit the same place. The distance must be 150 meters. No one can do that. It must be luck.

As a sniper, mental quality is the most basic skill. The two shots did not have any effect on him. His expression remained unchanged and his hands remained steady. He aimed at the target Frost Moon again. This was the last shot because she was about to run into the old building on the east side.

He aimed and fired. At this moment, just before he fired, the major in uniform fired again. Just like the two previous times, the bullet flew past his face with the air wave, but did not hit him. It just made his hands shake and he could not hit the target.

How is this possible! How is this possible! Could it be that luck is on China's side?

The Japanese Special High Section agent on the first floor in the south opened his mouth wide, somewhat confused, wondering how he had not been killed by the sniper. Was it because he had performed poorly, or was it because the target was running too fast and he had misjudged the target and was not killed.

At this time, ten elite spies from the Statistics Bureau showed their heads through their hats and were directly knocked away. They all hid obediently in a room in the distance.

The sniper suppressed the ten Statistics Bureau agents, and the ten elite agents dared not move.

Nine agents of the Japanese Special High Technology Bureau began to act. They walked out of the old building in the southwest of the intersection and slowly advanced towards the old building in the northeast of the intersection, where Shimotsuki, Yang Yong, and Yang Hu were located.

Yang Yong saw nine Japanese spies marching towards him, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. The sniper was suppressing the elite spies and unable to provide support. He quickly thought about how to respond.

Yang Hu was waiting for Yang Yong to speak. Shuang Yue also looked nervous. This was her first time to experience a gunfight, and her body was shaking a little.

This was the first time I was tortured in two days, and the first time I witnessed the cruelty of war. I was so scared when I saw the driver die so easily just now that my legs felt weak. I was supported by a strong belief that I must not be afraid and must be strong.

Yang Yong: "Let's go upstairs and stick close to the wall. In this situation, it's advantageous for us to shoot downwards."

Yang Hu: "Okay, you two go first and I'll cover the rear."

Yang Yong's eyes flickered inexplicably: "Let's go upstairs first."

When Yang Hu heard this, his eyes lit up, and he smiled and nodded: "Okay."

The sniper Shotazaburo felt incredible about the major's luck, which seemed to be blessed by God. He thought that there really were people with such luck in the world.

But he remained calm and focused, staring at the ten Statistics Bureau agents, clearly observing their every move.

The black Kentucky rifle was cold and ruthless, and a cold and fatalistic smile appeared on his face: "One shot can suppress ten people. Let's see who dares to move."

At this moment, a sentence in authentic Japanese sounded behind him: "Is the sniper rifle easy to use?" The voice was as friendly and natural as that of a Japanese compatriot.

Shotazaburo turned his head and looked.

"boom."

The gun hit him between the eyebrows, and he died before he could even think.

The man who fired the gun stood in a military uniform, six buttons gleaming with brilliance. The stars on his shoulders shone with a golden brilliance, as if made of pure gold.

The person coming: Shen Liushu.

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(End of this chapter)