Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

Jing Baiye didn't lie. For him, only the left eye was the key to the target.

The enemy who has sharpened his sniping ability is not a human being, but a military robot that was originally intended to be thrown into human warfare.

Small in size, hard shell, extremely fast movement, the body can carry twenty miniature missiles, it is the best weapon for slaughter. The only weak point and key point is the main control chip under the left eye. To destroy them by a single player, you must hit the left eye with one hit.

When attacking, you must wear a shield that covers your entire body. If you get too close, they will be directly scanned by their radar system. This distance is about 1000 meters, which is about 1093.6 yards. If you don't wear shielding clothing, people will be found at a distance of 2000 meters.

Shielding clothing is not a panacea. If one misses a shot, the military robot can still instantly analyze the attacker's direction and distance, and then throw a miniature missile directly at it.

The teacher who taught him sniping was so blown up that no bones were left, and Jing Baiye didn't even recover his body.

...but he couldn't tell anyone about these things in his previous life. Even Belmod only regarded him as a talented sniper, and because of his own reasons, he had a special feeling for the left eye of others.

Midorikawa Shin also had a look of disbelief at his words, looking at him with a complicated expression, as if he was hesitant to say anything.

"Don't talk about me," Jing Baiye reached out and touched the touch screen, and directly typed in Luchuan's Roman accent, which popped up the other party's previous score, "What's the matter with you, it took 500 yards to hit someone's shoulder?"

The system clearly shows Midorikawa Shin's ability. His cooking and care are A-level, bare-handed fighting and sniping are A-level, and he has a strong attack power even in a mild manner. Just speaking of this sniping ability is already stronger than the following two colleagues who already have code names. They can both hit 650 yards. How could he not even hit 500 yards?

"Are you hiding your strength, or just lost your mind? I think you can reach at least 700 yards." Jing Baiye stared at him.

"Sorry, I happened to see you coming back then, so..." Midorikawa Shin said embarrassedly.

Looking at him like this, Jing Baiye was a little speechless. He was really curious about how such a person got into the organization.

Parents are scumbags selling children? Short of money in an accident at home? Friends accidentally got scammed? Or another lie... No, he can't learn gin to see anyone like an undercover, suspicious everywhere and overly vigilant, whoever wants that kind of undercover PTSD, he doesn't want it... Such a person is even considered With enough ability, this kind of character is easy to be short-lived in the organization.

Jing Baiye jumped off the railing and fell to the ground. He reached out to Midorikawa Xin: "Give me the gun."

Midorikawa Shin handed him the gun, and he weighed it a few times. Most of the guns in the sniper simulation are real guns that have been processed and have no bullets. His most commonly used here are the M82A1 sniper rifle and the Czech-made CZ85 pistol. Even if the other light weapons are not easy, they all know and use them.

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"...Are you hiding your strength, or just lost your mind? I think you can reach at least 700 yards."

When Angstra said these words, Zhu Fu Jingguang's heart was far less calm than the surface.

700 yards, this is exactly what he achieved in the past when he was training in the Metropolitan Police Department. Within this distance, his shooting is basically a must. Longer distances depend on a certain amount of luck. After he entered the organization undercover, he never played this distance again. He didn't know whether Angstra was just talking casually, or whether this young man could see through other people's abilities.

Angstra pressed the machine a few times, the surrounding environment began to change, and the projector played the background he set—at dusk, a city ruins with a sense of doomsday, the viewing angle is in a certain The target was standing downstairs, looked around nervously like a real living person, and began to run towards the shaded area.

The moving target is very troublesome, Zhu Fu Jingguang doesn't know why Angstra wants to challenge such a difficult one as soon as he comes up.

"First... 700 yards."

Angstra muttered to herself. He picked up the gun, aimed his only intact eye on the scope of the gun, and pulled the trigger expressionlessly at the moment when the target was about to completely enter the cover.

The target's left eye burst into a burst of blood, and the surrounding images began to disappear.

"..."

Zhufu Jingguang did not make a sound, just stood not far behind Angstra, watching him repeat the training with a cold face: set the background - increase the distance - pull the trigger - success - set a new background - continue Increase the distance - pull the trigger again...

He didn't pause, as if he couldn't feel the fatigue that would come after long-term mental concentration, like an emotionless killing machine.

He pulled the trigger again and again, obviously doing extremely violent things, but he never had any murderous intent, and his movements were so smooth that he seemed to be just cutting toast for breakfast.

Until 1250 yards, this time Angstra missed... In fact, it didn't miss, because the gun hit the middle of the target's forehead, but it didn't hit the left eye like before. In reality, this blow would be enough to kill someone~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But Angstra didn't seem to be satisfied with the result. He retracted the gun and looked at the bullet hole in the target's forehead, his face a little worried. nice.

"... Are you going to continue?" Zhu Fu Jingguang asked softly.

"I don't want to practice anymore." Angstra turned around and handed the gun to him, looked at the image that still didn't disappear, and then said to him, "Do you want to practice? I'll wait if you practice. you."

Zhu Fu Jingguang carefully looked at his expression and found that he had recovered his calm, his eyes and his tone of speech were also normal.

"Then please wait for me for a while," he said.

"Yeah." Angstra responded, sitting on the railing on one side as before.

His legs were not put down honestly, they were swaying somewhat casually. He was swaying all over there, his hands still reluctant to grab anything. Underneath him was an indescribable darkness, as if being pushed gently in front of him, he could fall backwards, and with such a calm and indifferent expression, he fell to his death here.

Zhu Fu Jingguang watched his movements, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

Is Angstra not afraid of death? Why do such unnecessary and dangerous actions... Friedman said that underage members will have a guardian member, and Angstra has one, so can his guardian member come and take care of him?

"Why are you looking at me? There is no button on my face to control the machine." Angstra stopped shaking and looked at him strangely.

"...Can you come down?" He finally couldn't help but say, and added: "You've been sitting on the railing and shaking your legs, the platform will be affected."

Angstra looked down, as if evaluating what he said: "It seems so." Then he left the railing.

Seeing him settle down, Zhu Fu Jingguang breathed a sigh of relief.