Indulge in Life in America

Chapter 912: Sniper mirror reflection

"I know that my information was exposed in this way."

Yang Cheng smirked, his words brought back Craig's bad memories.

Fortunately, Craig didn't pursue it. "Don't worry, I've been relieved for so many years. It's your business to do it, I don't care, Mr. Yang, after drinking coffee, is it time to work?"

Yang Cheng knows the temperament of these soldiers, and the goal is achieved, so naturally she will not let go, "Of course, you have worked hard, and then let Hansen accompany you. I am more afraid of death, so I won't follow you to investigate the scene."

In just a few words, Craig’s goodwill towards Yang Cheng has risen to a higher level. In his impression, the rich are very hypocritical, and he tries his best to create a perfect image for himself, a young and promising super rich like Yang Cheng. It was surprising that he dared to admit that he was afraid of death, but such a person is more real and unpretentious. After all, no one in this world is afraid of death. This is what Craig, a legendary sniper who has experienced life and death, can better understand.

The small hill that Hansen referred to is actually located on the other side of the city of Shoreson. Regardless of the straight-line distance of only 2500 meters, it takes at least 15-20 minutes to drive.

This small hill belongs to the three-regardless zone. There is no other scenery on the mountain except for the trees. It has no development value. The climbing altitude is not high enough. The scenery of the development park is too simple. Therefore, it has been abandoned there for a long time, and it is inaccessible.

Hansen personally drove Craig to the bottom of the hills, and found a road that could pass people up. At an altitude of less than 100 meters, he quickly reached the top of the mountain with their physical strength and footwork.

As Hansen said, there is a small flat land on the top, from here you can vaguely see the castle 2000 meters away. After all, it looks down from the top and the view is very open. The weather today is good, sunny and not humid. Large, very suitable for sniper shooting.

Just taking a look, Craig relied on the intuition of a sniper and said, "Trust me Hansen, if it is in this kind of weather, any 12.7mm anti-material sniper rifle can easily penetrate your boss here. Of course, the premise is that your boss must be tied up."

Hansen did not refute, "There is another premise, that gun must be in your hands."

Craig shrugged and Hansen was right. Not every sniper can shoot at a target from 2000 meters away, even if it is shooting a fixed target, otherwise his experience will not be so legendary.

Hansen took the gun bag from behind and put it on the ground, kicked it with his feet, "TAC-50, try it."

Craig was not hypocritical, squatted down and opened the gun bag neatly and began to assemble the rifle. This long-range strike weapon produced by McMillan has also set a glorious history. In the hands of a Canadian sniper, it completed 2413. The limit of meters involves records, and the record was not broken until Craig appeared.

Beige camouflage color matching, huge shoulder rests, and a 16x sight like an artillery. When all these are assembled under Craig’s hands, the exaggerated figure of 1.4 meters long is enough to make people daunting. It is definitely a big killer on the battlefield, within 1000 meters, it is enough to bombard any creature to the scum.

Craig held the gun handle, raised the gun body with one hand, with the muzzle facing the sky, and took a few steps forward, spontaneously murderous, even if he was sloppy at this time.

Came to the edge of the flat ground, slowly lowered the gun body, held it with his left hand, and put his right eye on the scope. The whole person was shooting in a standard standing position. The weight of 26 pounds in Craig's hands looked like a feather. Of course, he was just trying to aim, and didn't shoot. It is absolutely impossible to shoot from a target at such a distance. The powerful recoil can knock him over.

At this time, Hansen came up with a military laser rangefinder, took off his suit, unbuttoned the cuffs of the white shirt, half-kneeled in front of Craig, looked at the direction of the castle, and whispered, "Come on. , I will give you a gun."

Craig was stunned for a moment. It was really interesting that the two people who were once the masters now cooperated in this way.

He did not refuse, folded his canvas bag and gun bag under his hips, the barrel was placed on Hansen’s shoulders, the arms were in a triangular support state, and the two simultaneously pulled a dog’s tail and held it in their mouths. Hansen Start to report data, "The distance is 2523 meters, the wind speed is 5 kilometers per hour, and the humidity..."

Each data came out of Hansen's mouth. Like an experienced observer, it is so troublesome to shoot targets above 2000 meters. With Craig, a senior sniper and anti-material sniper rifle in his hand, he can shoot below 400 meters. There is no need to calculate the target at all, just pull the trigger directly, the hit rate is not less than 98%, but there are too many to consider beyond 2000 meters, wind speed, humidity, air pressure, including the rotation of the earth must be calculated.

At this time, Craig's brain was running as fast as a supercomputer, combining data one by one, constantly adjusting the scope and muzzle ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ As Hansen's voice fell, the two began Slowly adjust his breathing until his breathing is consistent, his upper body stands still, like two stone statues.

From Craig’s point of view, the castle was completely covered by the scope. In order to cooperate with the experiment of the two, Yang Cheng was sitting not far from the window and reading, in a relatively static state, at such a distance. No one will look at the big head, but let the bullet hit the upper body as much as possible. This is enough. As long as the 12.7mm bullet hits, it will definitely die.

As a breeze swept over the leaves, with a rustling sound, Craig slammed the trigger, "click~", the gun slammed into the barrel, if the bullet was installed, after a few seconds, Yang Cheng would have fallen into a pool of blood. In it.

Craig sighed in relief, removed the barrel, stood up and said, "You guessed it, this is very likely to be the place where the assassins start, but the variable is that your boss can't sit still, and it's just exposed to the gun. Under your mouth."

Hansen also stood up, patted the fallen leaves off his trousers, and picked up his suit jacket. "I don't dare to take this risk. I will send someone to seal this place."

Craig was about to nod his head to agree, suddenly frowned, as if thinking of something, suddenly raised the sniper rifle, his eyes were set on the scope, and he looked towards a 10-story building on the west side of the hill.

Hansen also raised his binoculars to search. For a while, Craig, who hadn't seen anything, put down his gun with a solemn expression, put it on the ground, and said quietly, "I just seemed to see the reflection of the sniper scope."

Hansen was shocked and asked, "Are you sure? Is it possible that the killer is surveying the position."

Craig looked at the sun with a pergola in his hand, then looked at the building, hesitated and shook his head, "I'm not sure, it might be the reflection of the glass curtain wall."

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