Doomsday Super Merchant

Chapter 105 Sniper War

When Qin Yangshuo ordered the massacre of these people who were completely unable to fight back, Zhou Yuanqiang felt as if someone had punched him hard in the heart, and his face turned horribly pale. He had never imagined that the so-called massacre in the world could be like this.

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I used to hear reports about wars between small African countries, the massacre of villages, the killing of chickens and dogs, etc., and I always felt that it was just a set of words. At that time, I never thought that everything in the pictures would be real.

Appearing in his own eyes? The mutilated corpses on the street were shocking, definitely beyond his visual endurance.

As a modern man, no matter how many zombies Zhou Yuanqiang had slaughtered, this could be called a fight for survival, and he never thought that conflicts between people would be so direct and bloody.

"They are just a group of weak people. They are props in the hands of the strong and can be discarded at any time. What about me? Am I the weak in their eyes?" Zhou Yuanqiang murmured to himself. He suddenly discovered that it seemed like he was

He has thousands of people in his hands, but compared directly to the administration, he is just as pitiful and weak as an ant that can be crushed to death at any time.

With the supreme advantage, Zhou Yuanqiang is certainly not willing to accept that he is a weakling and a prop.

In the past, he always fantasized about relying on his own ability to prosper in this apocalyptic world, selling goods from two time and space, and making a lot of money in time and space. In the apocalyptic world, he would be a powerful businessman, but in modern times, he would be a powerful businessman.

It is to be a rich man with unlimited fame, go to high-end clubs, and live a life of changing stars every night.

But the massacre in front of him suddenly woke him up.

In the apocalypse, if you have no strength, you can only be reduced to a weak person, a piece of fat in the eyes of others. If you want to be prosperous in the apocalypse, relying solely on your previous ideas is undoubtedly wrong. You can't see it now.

But if it takes a little longer, when you have fattened up, it will be time for the bureau to slaughter it.

In this world, there is no reason to argue. In the wasteland settlement, the administration is the sky, this land. Here, they represent law and justice. Destroying yourself is just a small part of the wasteland settlement.

No one would sympathize with us, and no one would stand up to accuse the administration. There would even be flatterers who would step on us.

The end of the world is a deformed world, and nothing is impossible.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yuanqiang suddenly broke into a cold sweat. He suspected that he was one of the people who had just been massacred. He was also very lucky. How much luck did he need to get to this point? He looked forward with a pale face and died.

Biting his lip, he understood that no matter whether this operation was successful or failed, the person he was selected was a team that the Administration wanted to weaken. If they were not executed directly, they would probably just be used as waste.

Zhou Yuanqiang glanced at Mu Gushan, took a deep breath, and whispered: "Brother Mu, have everything been arranged?"

At this moment, the guilt and intolerance just now were forgotten by Zhou Yuanqiang. Only by living can he bring light to more people. The temporary sacrifice was exchanged for a piece of the settlement in the future.

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Mu Gushan has experienced more things. The massacre ahead only made him clench his fists. When he heard Zhou Yuanqiang's question, he nodded and said: "Everything is arranged." He calmly took a hand from his pocket.

He took out a small screen, looked at the flashing light spots on it, moved the corners of his mouth, and showed a little smile, "Boss, the third child and the others have arrived at their location."

Zhou Yuanqiang turned his head and looked at the sniper position two hundred meters away behind him. On the tall building, a dozen snipers were the biggest threat.

"Let Brother Zhao look for opportunities. His gunfire is our signal."

Mu Gushan tightened the Type 03 rifle in his hand slightly, looked across the crowd, and soon fell on Qin Yangshuo standing on the Dongfeng Warrior, and raised the corners of his mouth. To be a special soldier, everyone has extraordinary abilities.

, in his eyes, Qin Yangshuo is just a butcher. What's more, he has been calculating the amount of bullets in their machine guns. Although it is not accurate enough, but... nine times out of ten, he can calculate it.

"Enjoy the favorite tactic used by our ancestors before the founding of the People's Republic of China... the human sea tactic!"

Faced with people who were fearless and fearless of death, especially those who went crazy, Qin Yangshuo, who was not afraid of anything and everything, was calm on the outside, but very nervous on the inside. He was also considered one of the high-ranking officials of the Management Bureau.

Although he ranks low, he knows many things in the settlement.

The most deadly thing in the settlement is not only salt, but also ammunition.

When we withdrew from Qingyuan City, we carried limited supplies. Although we later robbed a large amount of military supplies before the zombies truly formed a group. However, over the past few years, ammunition has been consumed every day, no matter how much more.

Materials cannot last for so long.

Qin Yangshuo is a rough man, but he also understands that the reason why the Administration does not shrink its ammunition is to use the profession of corpse hunters to kill zombies slowly, so that these people are now like sparks of fire, slowly attacking the zombies, allowing them to

They cannot form a large-scale operating group. The effect of this method is obvious. At least in the past five years, the settlement has not been attacked by zombies, and there has not been a large and unhostile zombie group surrounding it.

And this is the result of the Administration's initial opening up of the supply of weapons and ammunition.

However, after several years of consumption, the administration was almost exhausted, and the destruction of salt wells and oil wells finally overwhelmed the administration's last support, so it launched this resource war in the shortest possible time.

The only thing is to be able to obtain the materials in these two material transfer stations. In order to achieve this goal, no matter how many people die, no matter how many people die.

What's more, the material transfer station is just one of the stated goals of the Administration. The real purpose is the wartime evacuation shelter in the western region, where a large amount of military supplies are stored. This is where the Administration continues to rule.

The basis of survival in the settlement.

But these are impossible for ordinary people to know.

"It is absolutely impossible for you wastes to ruin the plans above." Qin Yangshuo almost said this through gritted teeth. His hands were stained with the blood of countless people. If he lost the protection of the administration, he would want to eat them alive.

I don’t know how many people I own. So, no matter how many more people I kill, I don’t care anymore. People are selfish. As long as I live, what does it matter about the life and death of others?

He picked up the machine gun butt again, looked at the people who stepped into the cordon with a wild laugh, and shouted: "You asked for this, don't blame me for being cruel."

In a thirty-seven-story building three hundred meters away from Qin Yangshuo, Zhao Hongyuan and a few people quietly assembled sniper rifles behind a wall of tinted glass. The location here is exactly the top floor of the building.

It is filled with various instruments and machines and is the heart of the entire building. It manages the central air conditioning, elevators, electricity, local area network, etc. of the entire building.

But now, with a thick layer of dust inside and equipment that has stopped operating, where is the beauty of the past?

With his familiarity with sniper rifles, the js12.7mm large-caliber sniper rifle that Zhou Yuanqiang handed him was quickly assembled. Looking at this heavy sniper rifle full of explosive beauty, Zhao Hongyuan was filled with emotion. He had used it before

Yeah, compared to this one, it's just scum, there's no comparison at all.

When the people in the refugee camp began to charge, he took a few people with sniper capabilities, secretly disappeared into the crowd, and arrived here without anyone noticing.

Zhao Hongyuan looked at his watch. At a distance of more than 300 meters, he did not need an observer. With experience, he could complete the intelligence collection using the sight. Although the observer was better, it was for ultra-long-distance sniper warfare.

In other words, for a sniper operation of several hundred meters like this, there is no need to consider wind direction or speed. The powerful propulsion can allow the warhead to be accurately delivered to the target without any deviation.

"The boss is the boss, and he has all the tools."

After everyone assembled the sniper rifle, Zhao Hongyuan used a glassware to draw a circle on the glass. After taking it off, he set up the js sniper rifle, quickly put the target into the scope, and adjusted it slightly.

After a while, several other people also cut the glass, completed the adjustment, and locked onto a dozen snipers on the top of the building not far away.

Zhao Hongyuan took a deep breath, lay on the ground, picked up the butt of his sniper rifle, and said to the others: "My gunshot is a signal. If you don't want to die, just shoot me accurately. We only have one chance."

The experience of the other party is definitely better than ours, and once they react, I will definitely be the unlucky one."

"So, one strike will kill you!"

The people who followed Zhao Hongyuan were all Zhou Yuanqiang's confidants, and they shouted softly: "One strike will kill you!"

Zhao Hongyuan nodded slightly and turned his attention to the scope again. As a sniper, he had to consider many issues, including facing the enemy's counterattack after completing the sniper attack. He must choose several positions where he can avoid the counterattack.

.Snipers often only have one chance to take action, especially when the opponent is also a sniper.

In a position selected by Zhao Hongyuan, he used his accustomed Type 88 sniper rifle, which would be used to deal with the opponent's counterattack snipers.

As Qin Yangshuo roared, he suddenly pressed the shooting button. The machine gun on the Dongfeng Warrior once again spit out tongues of fire, and the bullet casings jumped in the air. The crazy shooting gave him endless pleasure, like riding a horse.

Female slave, that kind of pleasure and achievement cannot be described in words.

There was a loud "boom" sound.

This kind of pleasure only lasted for a few seconds, and Qin Yangshuo's heart suddenly tightened. Before he could understand it, his whole head was like a broken watermelon, blood and flesh splattered, and the headless body shrank directly into the body of the Dongfeng Warrior.

Without the control of the machine gun, it misfired.

A second later, another sniper round hit the front of the Dongfeng Warrior, directly tilting the rear of the Dongfeng Warrior. A thick smoke came out, and then it caught fire.