Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 199 Sniper Contest
Lonnie's bile came out of his mouth.

Two people were shot.

Sniper!
A term that made him break out in a cold sweat flashed through his mind.

"Damn Song Heping!"

He now even wants to dig up Song Heping's ancestral grave.

Didn’t they say that the “Hunter”’s nest had been destroyed?
Didn’t they say that we achieved very fruitful results last night?

Didn’t they say that so many people were killed in the explosion?

Why is there a sniper?!

Ronnie was so frightened that the pain in his waist suddenly disappeared. He struggled to get up and tried to escape back to the Bradley fighting vehicle which was more than ten meters away from him.

But as soon as he stood up, he was shot in the leg and fell to the ground. He soon joined Ronnie and Peter, lying on the ground wailing.

In the distance, Jamie, the observer of the SEAL sniper Chris, saw everything that happened in Area I through the observation mirror.

"Chris, it looks like all the snipers in the city are still alive."

He pointed ahead.

"The Warrior Battalion was ambushed at the intersection. Lonnie's car was blown over. Now he and two infantrymen were wounded by sniper fire and are lying on the ground. I think it's a trap."

"Surround the corpse and attack the reinforcements."

Chris was a little excited.

Last night he heard the news that Song Heping and Mist actually got into the "Hunter's" lair and guided the Air Force fighter jets to kill them all.

Chris was still a little lost at the time.

That's right.

He has always refused to accept it.

He is the best sniper in the Navy SEALs.

The one killed last time was not the Mosul Reaper.

Just like it’s a shame for a top student not to get first place in an exam.

Now the sniper appeared again, and Chris suddenly had a hunch - the Mosul Death God was not dead.

Ok.

That's right.

He's definitely not dead.

How could such a top sniper die so easily?
What was once a guess has now rekindled hope.

"Did you see where the enemy sniper is?"

"Didn't see it."

Jamie slowly moved the observation mirror in front of him, scanning all the buildings he could see.

"It must be the Mosul Death."

Chris made his own judgment.

Because those three shots just now were so accurate.

All three were wearing body armor, but all three were wounded and unable to walk.

But now I can't see where the other person is at all.

This is extremely fatal.

Generally speaking, sniper counter-sniper first listens to the sound of gunfire.

The sound of gunfire will tell you the general direction.

Then use the sight glass to find it.

But the situation is very bad now.

Because the intersection was already a mess.

The tanks were firing indiscriminately and the machine guns were bombing everything indiscriminately.

The sounds of gunfire and explosions are enough to cover up the sounds of gunfire produced by enemy snipers.

This wasn't a small-scale firefight, it was a large-scale melee.

It was a very smart move by the Mosul Reaper to use the sound of gunfire from the crossfire to cover up his whereabouts before the ambushing militants were completely defeated.

"let me see."

He snatched the observation mirror from Jamie's hand and began to observe in the direction of the intersection.

In the field of vision, dilapidated buildings flashed across the mirror.

Countless wounds.

Countless shell holes.

All these things make it more difficult for Chris to find Abu, the Mosul Death God.

After looking around twice, Chris didn't find anything.

He suddenly realized a problem, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on the tip of his nose.

The opponent is too strong!

Chris compared the terrain with the positions of Lonnie and the other two, and then simulated a sniper attack in his mind.

Top snipers all have this ability.

After mastering the sniper profession, just by looking at the wounded's target and the terrain ahead, even if you can't hear the gunshot, you can infer the opponent's approximate shooting position based on the shooting angle, sniper position selection, difficulty of concealment, difficulty of retreat route, etc.

He suddenly realized that the direction of the Mosul Reaper's shooting was roughly northwest of the intersection, at the 2 o'clock position of the pointer.

In the field of vision, there were several densely packed high-rise buildings in that direction, scattered in different positions, which just blocked his view.

It seems that although I have guessed the opponent's sniper position, the opponent is more powerful!

He directly calculated where he would set up his sniper position after his troops entered Mosul.

In other words, the Mosul Death knows he is here.

So he chose this position that just blocked his sight, so that even if he shot, he would not be able to see him.

What's even more terrifying is that the other party treats him with contempt.

A sniper's primary goal on the battlefield is to kill the enemy's sniper. However, after he determined his own sniper position, he did not set up an ambush and aim at it in advance. Instead, he chose to hide in a place where he could not see and snipe at Major Lonnie who got off the command vehicle. He simply treated himself as air!

He wanted to snipe a high-ranking official who looked down on him and thought he was no threat to him!
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

"Jamie! We need to go somewhere else! We can't see him here!"

Chris angrily put away his TAC-50 sniper rifle and pointed to a building about fifty meters to the right.

“We’re going there!”

"why?"

"Don't talk too much, just follow me!"

At the intersection, Lonnie struggled to get up. After trying twice, he finally gave up the fantasy.

The wound is very big.

The wounds caused by the bullets from the 7.62 caliber sniper rifle are very shocking.

He saw that his blood had stained his entire trouser leg red. According to the procedure, he should have taken out the tourniquet to stop the bleeding.

But I can't care about that anymore.

I am now completely exposed to the sniper's sight.

He began to crawl forward.

Although the movement was unsightly, it looked like a wounded earthworm struggling painfully on the ground.

But what does it matter if I want to stay alive?!

Snapped--

"what!"

Lonnie screamed again.

He heard a crisp sound.

A bullet penetrated his other, uninjured calf.

I couldn't tell whether the crisp sound was the sound of bones breaking or the sound of the bullet penetrating and hitting the ground.

It hurts!

It hurts!

Major Lonnie was in so much pain that tears came to his eyes.

The other party is just torturing himself.

"help me!"

He shouted desperately, looking up in vain at the Bradley fighting vehicle less than twenty meters away from him.

He also saw the tank's commander, Sergeant Robert, standing at the rear of the vehicle, peering over here like a thief.

"Robert, save me..."

Robert heard it.

The distance was very close, so of course he could hear it clearly.

But he simply didn't have the courage to move.

Looking around again and again, he was dismayed to find that he had no idea where the sniper was.

"Captain, I have a way to save you!"

Fortunately, as a veteran, Robert was smart enough. Suddenly, an idea came to him and he turned around and disappeared behind the car.

"Robert, you bastard! You're a bastard!"

Seeing his men abandon him and run away, Major Lonnie wanted to kill Robert.

After a while, the Bradley fighting vehicle roared.

The steel monster began to move forward slowly.

Ronnie understood immediately.

Robert was going to drive the car in front of him to block him and then rescue him into the car.

He saw hope again.

However, Abu in the distance also saw this scene.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he aimed at Lonnie and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

bah—

Lonnie's head jerked and hit the ground.

A few seconds later, a huge flower of blood began to spread around the head...

"OH! FUCK!"

In the Bradley fighting vehicle behind, Robert was so shocked when he saw this scene.

A few seconds ago, he was still thinking about how smart he was. If he could rescue the battalion commander, he would definitely be commended when he returned, and his military rank would be promoted quickly in the future.

Now, after one shot there is nothing left.

The beautiful wish was like a soap bubble that was gently poked and popped...

Abu aimed at Ronnie and Peter and gave each of them a peanut.

Then he put away his sniper rifle, picked up the observation scope and conducted some reconnaissance ahead.

He quickly realized that his position had probably been exposed.

To go, or not to go?

If you withdraw now.

I have accomplished my mission and retired.

He found a place to hide the gun, changed into civilian clothes, returned to a private house, and followed the routine and rhetoric he had prepared long ago to avoid the search by the US military.

Tomorrow, when the US military completely occupies Mosul, it will be easier to leave the city and then head to Siliya.

There are also our own people there.

"Boomer, retreat!"

He picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered his three men to retreat.

Boomer is the sniper he admires most besides Osser.

He can't stay here any longer.

He should be allowed to retreat.

"Chief, what about you?"

"Their snipers must have guessed my location. They will look for new sniper positions to deal with me, and I know where they will go. I will wait for them in the right place, give them a surprise, and then I will leave."

"Chief, this is very dangerous. Let's retreat together. If we leave now, the city will be undefendable."

Boomer's advice was sincere.

"Nothing is safe, Bulma, you guys retreat first. I'm more than capable of dealing with them. Don't worry, we'll meet up at Nora's house later. She's already arranged a retreat plan for us. This is an order, execute it immediately!"

In the "Hunter" organization, no one dares to disobey Abu.

Boomer was silent for three seconds, and finally gave an answer: "Teacher, I will leave first, take care of yourself."

He has always regarded Abu as his spiritual mentor and has learned a lot of sniping skills from Abu.

So, he respected his teacher's choice.

After arranging everything, Abu picked up his sniper rifle and looked in the direction Chris was moving.

Although he couldn't see the other person, he could guess where the other person was going and even knew which route they would take.

And I have already prepared everything for this.

Abu put his gun on his back and turned to leave.

He wants to change his sniping point.

The battle is not over yet, the best is yet to come.

He believed he would win.

　Please give me a monthly ticket! Please give me a monthly ticket! ! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)