"dic! dic! The sniper is injured! The scope is shattered! Repeat, the scope is shattered!"
He scread in terror, unaware that his position was completely exposed.
London, command center.
On the screen, the sniper point at the top of the water tower was marked with a conspicuous red circle by the technician.
When the trajectory of the first bullet was simulated and restored by the system, and its target clearly pointed to the top of the water tower, the entire command room fell into an eerie silence.
"What... what did he hit?"
A young intelligence analyst mumbled in a dry voice.
The technical director stared at the ballistic simulation line and thermal imaging feedback on the screen. After a few seconds, he replied with a near-dreamlike voice, trembling in disbelief, "Hit... hit point analysis... estimated to be Captain Coleman..."
"What?!"
As cried out, his face instantly turning ashen, "How is this possible?!"
Under such a passive situation?
At a distance over six hundred ters?
Aiming at an ace sniper who had just completed a shot and was locking onto him?
What kind of dynamic vision does it require?
What kind of gun sense?
What kind of... inhuman calculation ability?!
Mrs. M's fingers on the armrest involuntarily curled slightly for the first ti, her ice-blue pupils abruptly contracted, fixating on the screen where the body of the figure lay low, as solid as a rock, gripping his gun.
"Damn!"
Rarely swearing, she muttered a curse under her breath.
For a fleeting mont, a trace of regret flashed across her mind.
She really shouldn't have provoked this madman...
Desert City battlefield.
Song Heping fired the first shot, his body moving like the most precise clockwork chanism, without an unnecessary tremor.
The powerful recoil was absorbed and neutralized instantly by his robust physique and stable shooting posture.
His gaze never left the shadow area at the top of the water tower.
The mont another SBS operative frantically dove beside Coleman, revealing his exact position, Song Heping's index finger calmly squeezed the trigger once more!
"Bang—whoosh!"
The second 7.62mm NATO round roared out!
On top of the water tower, the SBS operative quickly tore open the ergency pack, trying to press against the artery blood spurting from Coleman's neck.
His head, due to checking Coleman's injury, had unconsciously poked out from the edge of the cover, revealing just a sliver...
But just that sliver was enough to send him to his death.
At the mont he lowered his head to pull the bandage—
"Thud!"
A deep, sound like a ripe waterlon being smashed.
The SBS operative's entire upper body collapsed sideways, the Ops-Core FAST helt on his head crumpled like paper, with a terrifying, fist-sized hole blown open at the front!
A mixture of red and white liquid, shattered bone fragnts, and brain tissue explosively sprayed backwards, splattering onto Coleman!
The poor guy couldn't even let out a groan before his body went limp, as if all his bones had been removed, left only with unconscious twitching.
"No—!!!"
Coleman's remaining left eye witnessed this bloody and horrifying scene, issuing a desperate and agonizing roar, but the rupture of the neck artery made his voice hoarse and weak, leaving only a gurgling sound.
Inside the London command center.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
On the screen, the thermal signal representing the sniper point on the water tower suddenly disappeared, and the signal strength belonging to Coleman also weakened dramatically due to blood loss.
The technician watched the life signal representing the secondary shooter on the screen turn instantly into a glaring red "X," observed the ballistic simulation line precisely pass through a remarkably tiny structural gap at the top of the water tower's cover, finally hitting the target's trajectory, his lips quivered but he couldn't utter a single word.
As stood frozen in place, the color drained from his face, leaving him completely pale, his mouth slightly ajar like a fish tossed onto the deck and left to wither under the sun after being removed from water.
The operations director's hand rested on the console, his knuckles turning white from exertion.
Mrs. M still sat upright, but her jawline was stretched to its limit, deep within her ice-blue eyes, for the first ti, surged with shock akin to tempestuous waves.
Shooting through the scope might be luck?
Then what about this second shot through the cover gap, with such precise headshot accuracy?
Desert battlefield.
The smoke from the second shot had yet to dissipate.
Song Heping's gaze was like the most precise radar, instantly capturing the figure atop the water tower that, driven by pain and loss of blood, instinctively rolled sideways, attempting to find the final cover!
Coleman!
He must die!
The opponent's rolling direction, speed, possible landing spot...
Countless pieces of information were instantly calculated and predicted in Song Heping's mind, like a supercomputer!
He hesitated not in the slightest! His body subtly adjusted by an extrely small angle to match the predicted trajectory!
The gun barrel, guided by his body, drew a nearly invisible arc!
"Bang—hiss!"
Third bullet!
As the echo from the second shot had yet to fully fade, it tore through the night sky!
Coleman, dazed from pain and blood loss, rolled instinctively towards the heavy concrete bunker base to his left rear.
There, he believed, was the safest spot.
Just as his body rolled to the bunker base's edge, about to hide!
Thump—
A dull, strange sound!
The 7.62mm NATO round, like the finger of a Grim Reaper with eyes, smote through the relatively weak area filled with bullet holes and cracks on the bunker base's edge with imasurable force!
The bullet underwent a slight deformation while piercing the concrete but still carried terrifying residual energy, hitting Coleman precisely on the left chest as he rolled over, entering his body through a blank area between two bulletproof plates on his tactical vest!
"Pff!"
A blood mist mixed with shattered internal tissues burst from Coleman's back!
The bullet's powerful impact slamd his entire body harshly against the cold concrete base!
His body convulsed intensely, the remaining left eye bulged wide, filled with ultimate pain, bewildernt, and disbelief, staring desperately at the night sky.
Soon, the light in his eye quickly dimd, and his body slid down the base like a broken sack, leaving a glaring red streak on the dust and blood-stained platform. Three shots.
Three seconds.
Two core mbers of the most elite SBS sniper squad.
Two dead.
London, command center.
Ti seed to have completely stopped.
On the huge arc-shaped screen, the two dots representing the elite force of Great Britain's Special Forces dimd one after another within a re three seconds, ultimately going out completely.
The symbol representing Coleman's life signal, too, followed the deputy shooter, turning into a cold, ruthless red 'X'.
The bullet trajectory analysis chart overlapped in the screen center like ghost scribbles.
The first shot, a precise straight line, with an endpoint of the blown-up targeting scope.
The second shot, a bizarre trajectory repeatedly calculated and confird by the system, pierced through a less than ten-centiter gap in the bunker structure, endpoint an exploded head.
The third shot, a noticeably predictive arc, endpoint the stopped heart after penetrating concrete.
The technical director stared firmly at the trajectory lines, especially the bewildering paths and landing points of the second and third shots.
His body started to tremble uncontrollably, his complexion pale as paper, lips quivering, muttering in a near-collapse, dream-like tone, distinctly clear in the deathly quiet command room:
"This guy's not human... not human..."
He abruptly raised his head, surveying everyone, yet the words stuck in his throat, unable to co out.
"Crash!"
A crisp shattering sound broke the suffocating silence in the command room.
Ms. M's bone china coffee cup slipped from her faintly trembling fingertips, smashing onto the thick wool carpet.
The dark brown coffee liquid spread like dirty blood quickly on the beige expensive carpet, forming an ever-widening stain.
Ms. M seed oblivious.
Maintaining her straight sitting posture, her icy blue eyes fixated on the screen at Song Heping's figure, who was hoisting the severely injured Hunter amid the smoke.
"Everyone, stay alert!"
Her pupils emitted a cold gleam.
"We haven't lost yet! Imdiately contact the Cobra team, inform them of Song Heping's position, order them to mobilize GNA ard forces to pursue Song Heping, absolutely not allowing him to leave Desert City alive!"
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