768: Chapter 759 Are You God?
768: Chapter 759 Are You God?
Although the matter didn’t concern him, Gao Yang’s sympathy overflowed, so he decided to take action.
Sotis, so things don’t need to benefit you to be done; as long as one still holds a shred of humanity, facing an unbearable tragedy right before one’s eyes, it’s actually not that hard to step forward.
Of course, there’s a precondition: playing the hero is fine, but you must have the strength to match it, and those who were brought in bound were lucky—Gao Yang not only had the intention to save them, but also the capability.
The enemy Gao Yang had marked as must-kill numbered forty-two people.
For him, once the distance was extended, the number of enemies was never an issue.
Gao Yang believed that numbers were not an issue, but others didn’t see it that way.
Just as Gao Yang declared that none should be spared, Jansen, filled with righteous indignation, was stunned and said, “Spare none?
That’s hardly possible, right?
There are more than forty of those bastards.”
Bantuna gritted his teeth and said, “Over forty people…
we could still give it a try.
I’ll shoot at close range to cause chaos, and then see if we can get so of those tied-up people to run away.”
Jansen also clenched his teeth and said, “We need to get within three hundred ters for it to be effective; otherwise, it’s no threat to those bastards.
F**k, let’s go for it!”
Gao Yang was getting impatient and said, “I’ve said it already, you two just stay by my side.
It’s just over forty people, I can handle it.”
Jansen, stupefied, said, “But, that’s over forty people, the enemy has three squads, and we are just three people.”
Gao Yang didn’t waste any more words, worried that the soldiers might take the hostages away, so he opened fire directly.
The rifle scope had already been adjusted, the .338 rounds had good trajectory and power, six hundred ters was a very suitable distance.
The enemies were nurous, but the vast majority were using AK47 and AKM rifles, which posed no threat to Gao Yang whatsoever.
Gao Yang was absolutely confident that the enemies couldn’t fire a single threatening bullet at him.
Those who escorted the trucks wore civilian clothes, mainly T-shirts, long pants, and slippers.
After the soldiers in uniform at the checkpoint took their won into the houses, those dressed like civilians began to drag the hostages on the ground.
Just as one of the kidnappers reached out to grab a hostage lying on the ground, Gao Yang fired his gun, the bullet directly hitting the kidnapper’s chest.
The .338 Lapua Magnum bullets ca in two different weights, and Gao Yang was using the 19.4-gram boat-tail bullets which still had considerable lethal power beyond one thousand three hundred ters.
.338 Lapua Magnum, converted to tric, is an 8.61X70 mm bullet, large in size.
Although its power is not as monstrous as the 12.7X99 mm rounds, when it cos to hitting unprotected human targets, it is absolutely synonymous with excessive power.
When Gao Yang used the Blade of Satan to shoot people, he was hitting one eye with one shot, whereas Cui Bo with his 12.7 mm caliber gun would turn people into a mist of blood and flesh with one shot.
Now, Gao Yang with the .338 bullets didn’t have the sa exaggerated effect as the 12.7 mm rounds, but he could finally create a big burst of blood and blow a large hole in his target’s body with one shot.
The bullet’s power was too strong; after the kidnapper got hit in the chest, his body was knocked back, and by the ti he fell, there was a gaping hole going clean through his chest.
Watching the quickly dispersing blood mist and another body on the ground, the kidnappers were all dumbstruck, then began to look around wildly.
Gao Yang was very unsatisfied with bolt-action rifles, he preferred semi-automatic ones—the feeling of one shot after another was much more to his liking.
The need to cycle the bolt and re-aim after each shot with this type of rifle seriously slowed his shooting speed.
“Damned gun, too slow!”
Muttering, Gao Yang chambered the second round.
The rate of fire couldn’t possibly be faster.
The rifle Gao Yang was using not only had excessive power but also excessive precision.
At six hundred ters, he dared to aim for small targets like the head.
Not even Gao Yang himself knew why he had to aim for the enemies’ heads instead of the larger, more energy-efficient torso.
After re-aiming at another dazed kidnapper, Gao Yang fired.
A head instantly burst open like a smashed waterlon, splattering all over the place.
Gao Yang cycled the action, aid at the third target.
Those dumb kidnappers, possibly never having experienced such a situation, had no idea what to do.
Gao Yang showed no rcy and exploded the head of the third person.
Gao Yang just felt it was too slow.
Those three shots took him a full fifteen seconds.
If it had been the Blade of Satan, ten shots would have already been fired.
Given Gao Yang’s rate of fire and accuracy, with the Blade of Satan, forty-so people would count for nothing!
But with this cripple of a rifle slowing his rate of fire a whole lot, facing over forty people wouldn’t be difficult, but it would be more ti-consuming.
After the third shot rang out, the kidnappers finally knew to run, the crowd scattering in search of cover.
However, a few of them made the mistake of running toward Gao Yang’s direction.
Moving targets can’t be aid at the head, that would be too presumptuous.
Gao Yang aid at the chest of the fastest running kidnapper, and after firing a shot, Gao Yang was surprised to find that he had achieved a “skewered candied haw.”
“Skewering candied haws” is easy to understand—it ans one shot killed two people.
The bullet fired by Gao Yang, after piercing through the chest of one person, slightly altered its path but still remained extrely powerful.
So, after blasting open the chest of the person in front, the deflected bullet blew open the head of another person who was running with his head down behind.
Gao Yang didn’t know whether it was his own luck or the two kidnappers’ misfortune, but in any case, this was the first ti in his combat career that he had killed two with one shot.
“I told you to run in a straight line!”
Gao Yang muttered again.
When he used the Blade of Satan, the high rate of fire didn’t leave him much energy to ponder, but using a bolt-action rifle required pulling the bolt, which Gao Yang found too ti-consuming, and it also gave his brain idle ti.
Thus, he talked more.
“Did you do that on purpose?
You’re a sniper, my God, I’ve actually seen a miraculous sniper, God has manifested, another one!
Boss, are you possessed by God?”
As Jansen couldn’t help but exclaim with excitent, Gao Yang fired another shot, still hitting a moving target and killing another enemy.
Gao Yang was accustod to the damage he caused, but others certainly weren’t.
Six hundred Mi, one shot per person, on moving targets with a double kill no less—it wasn’t a scene you could see even if you gathered all the snipers in the world together.
The rifle Gao Yang used had a fixed magazine, which ant that he couldn’t just swap the magazine to reload but had to load the bullets one by one into the magazine, and it could only hold four bullets, making five in total when one was chambered.
As Gao Yang quickly loaded bullets into the magazine, Bantuna shook his head and said, “Boss, you are the most formidable sniper I’ve ever seen, bar none.”
Jansen still looked dumbfounded as he said, “Are you God?”
Gao Yang glanced at Jansen and the others, saying, “Stop fussing, don’t watch , watch the enemy.
This damn rifle shoots too slow.
If the enemy starts killing those poor civilians, let’s call them hostages, if the enemy starts killing hostages, we still have to rush over.”
Killing five at a ti, and most of them have found cover to hide, Gao Yang felt it was necessary to think of ways to improve his efficiency.
After loading the bullets, he took a deep breath and continued searching for targets to shoot.
At that mont, Bantuna shouted loudly, “Machine gun!
Machine gun!
They’ve brought out a machine gun!”
Gao Yang was about to shoot a target showing his head for observation, but upon hearing Bantuna’s warning, he abandoned his aid target and searched for the ntioned machine gun with his scope.
Disheveled soldiers were running out of a building, with one of them carrying a machine gun.
Gao Yang recognized at a glance that it was a PKM.
Continuous shooting had already given away Gao Yang’s position, and the PKM was certainly a threat to them, but how could Gao Yang let the machine gunner have a chance to open fire?
He turned his gun barrel around, and while the machine gunner had not yet set up his gun and was just lying down on the ground, Gao Yang took a shot.
The bullet entered through the top of the machine gunner’s head, leaving behind a headless corpse on the ground.
Dozens of guns fired wildly at Gao Yang’s position, but the issue was that the M43 interdiate cartridge fired by the AK47 family had power at six hundred Mi, but absolutely no accuracy.
Gao Yang only needed to worry about stray bullets, and certainly not about soone aiming specifically at his head.
With one shot, the machine gunner was down, and Gao Yang once again searched for targets.
That was when Jansen shouted, “Soone got on the pickup!”
On the pickup truck was a heavy machine gun, and another man was shooting behind the truck’s wheels with a machine gun, but the already fired machine gun was an RPD, less threatening than the PKM on the pickup truck, so Gao Yang first aid at the machine gunner on the pickup.
After taking him out before he could aim the gun barrel, Gao Yang then turned the scope to the machine gunner hiding behind the wheel.
Being unsatisfied with the slow rate of fire when he cocked the rifle, Bantuna then yelled, “Another pickup truck!
Two people!”
Gao Yang once again turned his gun barrel, and after knocking down the machine gunner who had grabbed the machine gun in the back of the other pickup truck, he quickly cocked the gun and then in succession shot down the second person on the pickup truck.
Now both Bantuna and Jansen had stopped thinking about assaulting; they had both beco Gao Yang’s spotters, and with both n directing targets at the sa ti, Gao Yang’s rate of fire had caught up.
Once again aiming at the machine gunner behind the truck wheel, the man hiding behind the wheel only showed part of his face, making the shot difficult.
Gao Yang slowed down a bit this ti, aid carefully, and the bullet sheared off half of the face of the machine gunner behind the wheel.
Jansen took a sharp intake of breath, put down his binoculars, and said to Gao Yang who was once again frantically loading bullets, “Boss, are you God?”
(To be continued.
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