Bang!
Another loud bang!
This ti the target was a Bodyguard who had just opened the lead car's door to get out, seeking cover and trying to locate the sniper.
The .50 BMG Warhead, with its irresistible destructive power, was astonishing.
The upper body of that Bodyguard seed to be struck by an invisible giant axe, or stuffed into a high-pressure explosion tube and blasted open!
Head, shoulders, and the upper portion of the chest instantly turned into a crimson mist mixed with bone fragnts, flesh, and innards, violently spraying out, painting the side window and front fender of the lead car into a horrifying abstract art.
The massive impact hurled his remains over two ters backward, like a bag of broken rags, crashing onto the cold road surface.
This hellish scene, this absolute force crush, created the most direct death deterrent, instantly quelling any thought of other Bodyguards trying to get out of the car.
"Do not get out! Do not get out! The opposition has high-caliber sniper rifles! Everyone stay inside the car! B group, C group vehicles block and delay! A group vehicles escort the VIP retreat along the original route! Quick! Quick! Quick!"
Amir shouted hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot.
He completely understood that the opponent possessed large-caliber anti-material weapons and had a clear purpose; getting out of the car made one a living target!
The current action must be departure, imdiately, promptly, right now!
The three vehicles nad — the lead car, VIP car, rear guard car — engines roared like trapped beasts, drivers displayed astonishing professional skills, beginning the difficult yet swift maneuvering on the narrow and slightly congested elevated roadway.
The remaining vehicles were nailed to their positions, using their bodies to form the final desperate barrier.
"They've started to retreat! Six vehicles involved in the escape! Vehicle number 3 is right in the middle! Yes, that's it!"
The Violinist spoke rapidly, eyes glued to the Observation Mirror, not missing any detail, "Distance eight hundred seventy ters! Wind speed stable! Target accelerating!"
Hunter's breathing beca deep, slow, steady, every muscle fiber in his body adjusted to the optimal exertion state, rging with his sniper rifle.
His entire world sharply contracted to the limited field of view through the sniper scope, leaving only the slender crosshair and the lower rear door of the number 3 vehicle that was trying to turn around and escape — approximately after the B pillar, before the fuel tank.
He seed to clearly "see" the scene inside his mind — the obese Narendra must be like a frightened pig, pressed firmly onto the rear seat floor by the tall and strong Bodyguard, trembling, praying that this expensively built mobile fortress would preserve his costly life.
They had just endured a .50 caliber hit without breaking the defense, which perhaps gave them a false sense of security, making them forget...
Or simply unwilling to imagine that sothing more terrifying, beyond the "sniper rifle" category, existed in the world.
"Goodbye, Mr. Narendra."
Hunter murmured in his heart, as if the final judgnt words.
The second joint of his index finger pressed down the trigger once more.
Boom——!!!!!
This was not gunfire!
This was artillery roar!
Anzio "Monster" 20mm anti-material sniper rifle roared suddenly.
Though the gun body weighed over 45 kilograms, it was still pushed back fiercely by the massive recoil.
Even with an efficient V-type dual chamber muzzle brake that directed most of the gas upward and backward, the shock waves still made the entire temporary platform buzz, Hunter's shoulder clad in a heavy tactical shoulder pad as if struck by a sledgehamr, making even his innards tremble!
That carefully selected 20x110mm AP-I (Armor-Piercing Incendiary) round left the barrel.
The warhead, weighing approximately 130 grams, propelled by a specially designed large propellant package, achieved a stunning initial speed of about 820 ters/second.
This ant it only needed about 1.06 seconds to reach the target.
The kinetic energy it carried was an astonishing four hundred thirty thousand joules and more, more than twice that of a .50 BMG round!
The warhead rotated at high speed during flight, steadily traveling nearly nine hundred ters, precisely heading toward that VR6 grade bulletproof car door known for resisting rifle rounds!
Contact!
No standoff, no suspense!
In front of the 20mm hard alloy armor-piercing core designed specifically for tearing light armor, that expensive car door composed of layers of steel, Kevlar, ceramic composite armor, sufficient to make ordinary assault rifles despair, was as fragile as a layer of wet hard cardboard!
The warhead effortlessly drilled through the outer steel plate, tore through the middle bulletproof layer, shattered the inner lining plate, carrying nurous scorching tal jets and fragnts, plunged into the narrow space inside the car! Imdiately after, the incendiary inside the projectile ignited, then exploded violently!
"Target hit!"
The Violinist's voice sounded slightly excited.
"Perfect penetration of the car door! A violent explosion occurred inside the car! Flas and thick smoke spewed out!"
Through the scope, Hunter saw the rear door position of the rcedes sharply cave in, tear, and a bowl-sized, ghastly hole appeared!
Scorching flas and dense black smoke shot out like Hell's tongue, suddenly spraying from the breach.
"Finish it off! Ensure the outco!" The Violinist responsibly reminded.
"OK!"
Hunter's voice was cold, his robust arm pulled the Anzio's massive bolt, the scorching large empty shell casing popped out with smoke, clinking onto the ground.
Another 20 cm long 20mm sniper round was smoothly loaded into the chamber by him.
He slightly adjusted the aim point, the crosshair firmly locked onto that black hole spewing flas, and the approximate location of the fuel tank below.
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