I Developed Call Of Duty And Was Hunted Down By Players All Over The World

After McMillan arranged the sniper spot and adjusted the focus of Barrett's scope, the two lay prone on the spot and waited.

"1100 meters shooting distance."

"At this distance, you not only have to consider the bullet falling due to gravity, humidity, temperature.

"Wind speed doesn't count for now, but you have to add the effect of the Coriolis effect."

"The speed of the bullet is about 1 to 1.4 seconds."

"When the time comes to shoot depending on the situation, you basically only have one shot.

"Relax and take it easy."

McMillan held up the binoculars to observe, and taught sister A the pre-factors of shooting from time to time.

But this confused her.

She doesn't even understand linear equations in two variables, so tell her about the Coriolis effect...

Who the hell is Coriolis!

However, the game didn't really have a math problem for her to do at this time.

Most of the potential in a person can be forced out, not only the on-the-spot reaction or survival instinct, can push a person to an unbelievable limit.

However, I can't do math, I can't do math, I can't even hit shit with a big stick.

At this time, just as sister A was wondering if she really had to wait for more than ten hours.

She breaks away from Price's control, and from a third-person perspective, Price sees him take out a small machine.

It looks like a tape recorder or something.

Turn it on and press a few buttons, a small red light inside lights up for a second and then goes off.

Then Price retracted the machine, crawled patiently on the ground and waited.

subsequently.

Dai Xiaomei saw a beam of red light appearing in front of her eyes soaring towards the sky, and her perspective also flew up to the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a satellite map appeared, which could be vaguely identified as the border map of Brother Xiong.

The center point moved slightly to the side, and then landed quickly again.

At the same time Price's voice sounded:

"This is a black operation that will not be recorded, a wet job.

"If we fail or die, the SAS side will not admit it and will not take back our bodies."

"At that time, I didn't have any thoughts about returning home, but I still wanted to try my best to find a chance to live."

"So, I tried to find some foreign aid of my own..."

Next to Price, the map shrank, and finally landed on a man with a strong figure and a round face with a fat face.

Seeing this person, Dai Xiaomei let out a long cry.

"Nikolai!!"

"I recognized him, we went to save him the last time we did Ghost Recon."

"It turns out that the old guy had been in contact with him a long time ago, no wonder he took such a big risk to save him.

At this moment, Little Sister Dai's perspective was locked on Nicholas.

This buddy is in a bar at the moment, and someone is playing the piano in one corner.

He was drinking heavily with a big mug of beer in front of him. A few old men sitting next to him booed and slapped the table and bar, and a glass of 96-degree eaux-de-vie vodka was charged from the top of the table.

The VR helmet worn by Dai Xiaomei has no taste function, but she can smell the fragrance of beer malt flowers and the strong alcohol smell of vodka.

The drunken Nikolai poured a small glass of vodka into a beer glass, then stood on the table and raised his glass high, shouting at the others:

"Ulla"||!"

A group of old men next to them also raised their wine glasses and echoed: "Ula!!!"

After a long mouthful, a large glass of beer poured into his stomach, Gu Cai jumped off the table and twisted his buttocks drunkenly.

At this time, there was a beeping sound in the clothes he hung on the chair.

Nikolai, who was drunk and hazy, opened it, and his drunken face immediately became serious.

"Sukablet..."

A Mao-style swear word, Nigulai smashed it and wanted to leave with his clothes in his mouth, but was stopped by a few old men at the door:

"Davarish! Where are you going my friend, we're only just getting started.

Nikolai waved his hand: "No, no, no, my best friend is in trouble, and I need to rescue him."

The old man snorted and sneered: "Just you little boy, are you worthy of saving people?"

"What's the matter? I was also from the Air Force."

The waitress at the bar, whose body is wider and fatter than a cow, laughed and said, "Nikolai!"

"Do you know who you're talking to?"

"It is my honor to introduce to you: legendary veteran, Viktor Reznov."

"The Battle of Stalingrad, the Bloody Battle of Olympus, Boleyn.

"These old bastards have fought through the entire World War II. There are a lot of medals at home. I exchanged a glass of beer for one."

Nikolai heard this, and looked at Reznov in shock.

Reznov waved his hand casually: "Don't mention the past.

At this time, the old man with burns on his face came over, and he stared at Nikolai with a pair of calm and prestige: "Are you going there?"

"The city of Pripyat will take four or five hours to fly."

The old man hummed, and grabbed an old dress embroidered with red stars on the chair: "Go to that ghostly place, let me run with you.

"Natasha! Please get my old buddy out."

Seeing this, it's not just the dumb girl.

The audience watching the live broadcast was also sluggish.

"Damn it, beat through the veterans of World War II who are still alive?!"

...Don't tell me that I'm going to control these gods of war next?"

"Damn? I can call Ulla now?!"

"Damn it, I recognized it!! The old gentleman with the burnt face is Chernov! The real old God of War!!"

"Su...the Su God of War is also gone?!"

The water friends were so excited, they frantically swiped the barrage and watched with anticipation.

Sister Zhou and the others, who have already played the plot, clenched their fists excitedly and shouted long live even though they were familiar with the plot.

here.

The tall and strong Nikolai has no right to speak in front of this group of war gods who broke through World War II.

The old men have made up their minds, or they are simply drunk and crazy.

But in short, the waiter took out a large suitcase from the warehouse Curry and put it on the bar to open it.

It is full of old World War II guns full of old marks.

Mosin Nagant, SVT40, PPSH Bobosha submachine gun, all Soviet-style weapons.

Although these old guns are old, the smell of bloody battles on the guns is far from that of new weapons.

Nikolai stood still, the six old fellows took their guns and pushed Nikolai out the door:

"Don't be dumbfounded my friend, we set off to save your friend!"

"Ulla!!"

Afterwards, a group of people came out of the bar in a mighty manner, attracting the attention of a group of small street sneakers on the side of the road.

Afterwards, the little girl's perspective rose to the clouds again, and within a few seconds the dark clouds quickly passed over her head.

In a blink of an eye, it was the next day, and the perspective returned to Price.

"Lieutenant, here they come."

McMillan held up the binoculars, and Price took a deep breath and glanced at the photo on the Barrett force.

In the photo is a man with a bald head and a big beard, who looks like a bad guy.

Wait until Price gets Barrett's finger on the trigger.

Immediately, a sensor came from Dai Xiaomei's body, indicating that the control had returned to her.

Putting the eye on the scope, focusing on the shooting angle and other complex things have been automatically handled, and you can shoot with the center of the tracing line.

I saw an empty basketball court in the distance.

Two armored vehicles lay across the three-point line of the basketball court, and more than 20 enemy soldiers walked around with guns in their hands.

At this time, a Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle came into sight, and it was steady, and a bald head got off the passenger seat.

He was followed by two people, and together they were carrying a very heavy box of goods.

"Target confirmed, Imran Zakayev.

〃Wait for him to stand still and shoot when he gets the chance, watch the wind speed. "

"See that little flag on the field? It's swaying, indicating that the surrounding wind speed is very strong."

"You could try to shoot at the moment the wind slows down to ensure a hit.

"But at the same time, Zakayev may be out of here before then."

"it's up to you."

Waiting patiently for McMillan to finish speaking, the little girl held the trigger tightly and stared at Kokayev's bald head.

At this distance, a person's head in the scope is as small as a button ten meters away, very small and blurry.

So don't even think about headshots, just aim at the upper body as much as possible.

What's more, Price used a .50 full-power armor-piercing round.

This kind of bullet, which is longer than the little girl's hand, is usually used to hit armored vehicles or mechanical equipment.

Such a thick iron sheet can be easily penetrated, so it is called an anti-material sniper rifle.

But usually, the effect of hitting people with anti-equipment weapons is surprisingly good.

As long as it can hit the body, no matter where it hits, the huge kinetic energy can instantly tear the body apart.

"Be patient...wait for them to connect with the trader..."

While McMillan was talking, suddenly a cloud of dust fell from the ceiling above their heads.

Then the sound of a helicopter sounded.

A Mi-28 Havoc gunship suddenly flew over and blocked Price's shooting angle.

This thing is more ferocious than a doe, equipped with a 30mm cannon and 80mm anti-tank rockets.

If he noticed, the two of them could jump off the building to declare the mission failed now.

"Wait patiently for him to leave (congratulate Zhao), and never attack."

McMillan remained motionless, confident in his auspicious disguise.

Fortunately, this armed attack helicopter is equipped with an infrared thermal imaging observer.

But that's for hot objects like tanks.

The human body temperature of more than 30 degrees is not within the detection range of the observer, so the two people were not scanned.

After more than a minute, the helicopter flew away, and the little girl took a sigh of relief and aimed at Zakayev again.

He had already met with his trading partner, and the box under his feet was opened, revealing a box full of gold.

On the other side, under the enemy's feet is a half-human tin can with a radiation sign on it.

"The timing is good, you can try to shoot now, or be more patient, you decide."

Zakayev walked around with his hands on his waist, but his range of motion was limited.

The small flag next to him was also swaying in the wind. The little girl holding the trigger held her breath and decided to wait patiently for a few more seconds.

Another five seconds passed.

The flag suddenly came down, and Zakayev also stood still.

"Now, shoot!"

McMillan suddenly let out a roar, and the little girl subconsciously pulled the trigger.

boom!

The armor-piercing projectile tore through the air, and within a second drew a slightly curved arc and flew towards Dakayev.

1.3 seconds later, the hit, Zakayev's arm was forcibly torn off, and the whole person was overturned and fell to the ground without moving.

"Confirm Hit!".