Lonnie's gall bladder almost burst from fright.
Two n were shot.
Sniper!
A term flashed through his mind, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
"Damn Song Heping!"
He now even felt like digging up Song Heping's ancestral grave.
Wasn't it said that the "Hunter" den had been completely wiped out?
Wasn't it that they had achieved great success last night?
Wasn't it that so many people had been killed in the blast?
How could there still be snipers?!
Terrified, Lonnie forgot his back pain, struggled to get up, and tried to flee to the Bradley Battle Car about a dozen ters away from him.
But just as he stood up, he took a bullet in the leg and imdiately fell to the ground, quickly joining Ronnie and Peter on the ground, writhing in agony.
From a distance, Seal Team sniper Chris's observer, Jamie, just saw what happened in Area I through his observation scope.
"Chris, it looks like not all the city's snipers are dead,"
He pointed ahead.
"At the crossroads, Warrior Camp was ambushed, Lonnie's car was blown over, and now with two infantryn, they are injured and lying on the ground from a sniper's fire. I think it's a trap."
"Circle the corpses to hit the reinforcents."
Chris was sowhat excited.
Last night he had heard the news that Song Heping and Mist had actually infiltrated the "Hunter" den, guiding fighter jets to eliminate them all.
Chris had felt sowhat disappointed at the ti.
That's right.
He had always been unresigned.
He was the best sniper in the Seal Team.
The last one he killed wasn't the Mosul Reaper.
Just like a top student not coming first in an exam, it was a disgrace.
Now, with the sniper reappearing, Chris suddenly had a gut feeling—the Mosul Reaper wasn't dead.
Yes.
That's right.
He definitely wasn't dead.
How could such a top sniper just die so easily?
The earlier conjecture now reignited his hope.
"Did you see where the enemy sniper is?"
"Didn't see him."
Jamie slowly moved the observation scope in front of him, sweeping his view across all visible buildings.
"It must be the Mosul Reaper."
Chris made his assessnt.
Because the precision of those three shots was too accurate.
All three were wearing bulletproof vests, yet all were injured and unable to walk.
But now they could hardly see where the opponent was.
This was very fatal.
Generally, when snipers counter-snipe they first listen for gunshots.
Gunshots will tell you the general direction.
Then you use the observation scope to search.
But the current situation was very bad.
Because the crossroad had already turned into total chaos.
Tanks were firing wildly, machine guns blasting nonstop.
The sounds of gunfire and explosions were enough to cover up any sound from the enemy sniper's gunshots.
This wasn't a small-scale skirmish, this was a large-scale lee.
Before the militants in the ambush had been completely subdued, it was very smart for the Mosul Reaper to use the gunfire as cover for his movents.
"Let look."
He snatched the observation scope from Jamie's hands and started scanning in the direction of the crossroads.
Within view, building after ruined building passed through the lens.
Countless scars.
Nurous holes from shelling.
All these things were making it increasingly difficult for Chris to find Abu, the Mosul Reaper.
After looking twice, Chris had found nothing.
He suddenly realized a problem, and fine sweat appeared on his nose.
The opponent was too strong!
Chris compared the terrain and the positions of Lonnie and the other two, then simulated a sniper shot in his mind.
Top snipers all have this capability.
After mastering sniper techniques, just by looking at the position of victims and the terrain ahead, even without hearing the gunshots, they could infer the opponent's likely shooting position based on shooting angles, sniper location choices, concealnt difficulty, and escape route difficulty.
He suddenly discovered that the Mosul Reaper's shooting direction was roughly northwest of the crossroads, at the position of 2 o'clock on the dial.
And in the view, that direction had several tall buildings densely packed in different places, perfectly blocking his line of sight.
It seed apparent now, although he had deduced the enemy's sniper position, his opponent was even more formidable!
He directly calculated where he would position himself once he had entered Mosul with the troops.
In other words, the Mosul Reaper knew he was here.
So he chose a position that just happened to block his own line of sight, and even if he fired, he wouldn't see him.
What was even more terrifying was that the enemy was treating him with utter contempt.
A sniper's primary target on the battlefield was to eliminate the opposing sniper, and yet, having deduced his own sniping position, he did not prepare an ambush aid here but chose to hide in a place he couldn't see to shoot at Major Lonnie coming down from the command vehicle; he literally treated him like thin air!
He was targeting a high-ranking officer and completely disregarded him, thinking he posed no threat!
Damn! Damn! Damn!
"Jamie! We need to switch places! We can't see him from here!"
In anger, Chris packed up his TAC-50 sniper rifle and pointed to a building about fifty ters to the right.
"We need to go there!"
"Why?"
"Stop talking, just follow !"
At the crossroads, Lonnie struggled to rise, and after trying twice, he finally gave up on this fantasy.
The wound was massive.
The entrance wound made by the 7.62 caliber sniper rifle bullet was indeed astonishing.
He saw his own blood staining his entire trouser leg.
According to protocol, he should have taken out a tourniquet to stop the bleeding.
But he couldn't afford to care about that now.
He was definitely completely exposed to the sniper's view at this mont.
He started to crawl forward.
The movent was unsightly, like an injured worm struggling painfully on the ground.
But what did that matter if it might save his life?!
Crack—
"Ah!"
Lonnie scread again.
He heard a crisp sound.
A bullet had penetrated his other, uninjured calf.
That sharp sound, whether it was from the breaking of the bone or the bullet hitting the ground after passing through, was unclear.
It hurt!
It really hurt!
Major Lonnie's tears burst forth from the pain.
The enemy was just torturing him.
"Save !"
He shouted desperately, looking futilely towards the Bradley Battle Car, which was less than twenty ters away from him.
He also saw Sergeant Robert at the rear of the vehicle, peeking over like a thief.
"Robert, save ..."
Robert heard him.
The distance was close, so he heard him very clearly.
But he simply did not have the courage to move.
After looking around repeatedly, he despondently found that he had no idea where the sniper was.
"Captain, I've figured out a way to save you!"
Fortunately, as a veteran, Robert was smart. Suddenly, a light bulb went off, and he disappeared from the back of the vehicle.
"Robert, you bastard! You're a bastard!"
Seeing his subordinate abandon him and flee, Major Lonnie felt a murderous anger towards Robert.
Before long, the Bradley Battle Car let out a roaring sound.
This steel monster began to slowly move forward.
Lonnie imdiately understood.
Robert was trying to position the vehicle in front of him to shield him and then get him on board.
He saw hope again.
However, Abu in the distance also saw this scene.
He revealed a cold smile and without hesitation, aid at Lonnie and pulled the trigger.
Bang—
Lonnie's head jerked violently and hit the ground.
Seconds later, a huge bloom of blood began to spread around his head…
"OH! FUCK!"
Robert, on the Bradley Battle Car behind, exploded in rage upon witnessing this scene.
Seconds earlier, he was thinking how clever he was. If he managed to save the captain, he was sure to be comnded. A promotion would have been swift.
Now, after a single shot, everything was gone.
His wonderful dream burst like a soap bubble, gently poked and... popped.
Abu aid at Ronnie and Peter, sending a peanut-sized bullet to each of them.
Then he packed up his sniper rifle, picked up his binoculars, and scoped out the area ahead.
He quickly realized that his position was likely exposed by now.
Stay or go?
If he withdrew now.
He would retire successfully.
Find a place to hide the gun, then change into civilian clothes, return to a civilian house, and evade the US Army's searches with a pre-prepared cover story and explanations.
By tomorrow, when the US Army had fully occupied Mosul, it would be even easier to leave the city and head to Siria.
There, he still had allies.
"Bumaer, you guys withdraw!"
He picked up the radio and sent the retreat command to his three subordinates.
Bumaer was the sniper he admired the most apart from Osail.
He couldn't stay here any longer.
He should let him withdraw.
"Chief, what about you?"
"Their snipers have probably guessed my position. They'll be looking for a new sniper spot to target , but I know where they'll go. I'll wait for them at the right spot and give them a surprise, then I'll leave."
"Chief, it's too dangerous. Let's withdraw together, right now. We can't hold the city anymore."
Bumaer's advice was earnest.
"Nothing is without danger, Bumaer. You guys go ahead. I can handle them easily, don't worry. We'll et later at Nala's house; she's already arranged our escape plan. This is an order, execute it imdiately!"
In the "Hunter" organization, no one dared to disobey Abu.
Bumaer was silent for three seconds and finally replied, "Teacher, I'm withdrawing now. Take care."
He'd always regarded Abu as his ntor and had learned many sniping skills from him.
Thus, he respected his teacher's decision.
After arranging everything, Abu picked up his sniper rifle and glanced towards the direction in which Chris was moving.
Although he couldn't see his opponents, he could guess where they were heading, and even knew which route they would take.
He'd been ready for this all along.
Abu slung his gun over his shoulder and turned to leave.
He would switch to a new sniper location.
The battle was not yet over. The real drama was still to co.
He believed he would certainly win.
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