I met unscrupulous teammates at the beginning, watch me turn the tide

In this situation, Shen Bei's silent bullets are like real ghosts.

The bullet pierced through the air and penetrated into the gaps in the wooden boards of the watchtower in the blink of an eye, without causing any wood chips or sounds.

The next moment, the bullet broke through the guard's flesh and squeezed into the collarbone at the base of his neck, destroying any organ tissue in that line.

The aorta burst, and blood gushed out from the gunshot wound like a red snake.

The guard was barely awakened by the pain. His entire body twitched a few times like a rubber band before he fell asleep again.

Shen Bei just took a look and quickly adjusted the muzzle of the gun. He took a deep breath again to calm down his heartache.

A fast heartbeat or tense muscles can easily lead to sniper errors.

The air is too humid at this moment and the visibility is not good enough. Shen Bei cannot be anxious and should take it slowly.

After taking a short breath, put the crosshairs on the head of the guard on another watchtower in front of you on the left.

Shen Bei was at the top of a two-thousand-meter peak, with the Barrett sniper rifle spewing out roaring bullets.

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

The black blood splattered out of the explosion, staining the white multi-barrel machine gun turret and the wooden walls. Large pieces of black skin with brain matter stuck to them slowly slid down the vertical wooden boards.

Whoosh~~

There was a flash of muzzle fire.

Shen Bei fired again, and the bullet penetrated the left ear of a guard in another watchtower, like a nine-inch nail driven in by a sledgehammer, splitting the jaw and skull apart.

The colorful brain matter was painted on the watchtower, like a casual graffiti to vent anger.

Shen Bei's right index finger kept pulling the trigger. The command conveyed to it by his brain was that it had to be fatal but not to shoot down the body and make any noise.

The originally clean watchtower was now like a vegetable market where a fight had just broken out, with white melons, tomatoes, pork, and eggs smashed to pieces on the ground, creating a mess and filth.

The towering mountain peaks, the peaks one upon another, the swift bullets, like the sickle of the soul-catcher, sharp and invisible.

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

Finish dealing with the guards on the watchtower.

Shen Bei put away his sniper rifle and quickly moved five hundred meters down the mountain.

Hiding behind a big tree, his consciousness connected with the cluster fire disc.

At 3 o'clock behind and to the right of his body, at a distance of meters, a virtual projection of his own image is projected to confuse the enemy.

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

It is difficult to find shelter such as large rocks or pits nearby.

This is exactly the effect Shen Bei wanted, to be exposed at a glance.

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

I waited for ten minutes.

The guards of the manor had just started to change shifts, and then there was an uproar.

After the guards who were changing shifts climbed up the watchtower, they were immediately shocked by the scene before them.

Everyone looked horrified and shouted in panic:

"Enemy attack!"

"Damn it! What happened? Our people were shot to death!"

"Why didn't you hear any gunshots?"

"Alert! Looking for someone!"

"Shit! Maybe the enemy has already escaped!"

"There's 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 Miki that the time for revenge has come!"

As the crowd shouted.

Several guards who were taking over the shift finally locked onto the virtual projection on the top of 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 even considering the distance and accuracy, they picked up their weapons and fired wildly.

"Dangdangdang...dangdangdang..."

The screaming sound of metal bullets continued, but the effect of shooting from across the river was not satisfactory.

This kind of shooting is like a chicken rib temptation, there is no meat to eat, but it is still a pity to throw it away.

The bullets jumped around in a hypocritical manner, without any impact on the virtual projection.