"General, you need to keep silent. You can't speak for Colonel Amitabh anymore. His behavior... is really disgusting, and I don't like his high profile very much."

The colonel who accompanied General Heywell said in a low voice, occasionally turning his eyes to Colonel Amitabh, who was at the center of the speech vortex, with deep disapproval in his eyes, "He is arrogant, arrogant about their country, they The soldiers are the most powerful, even our country, our soldiers are not in the eye."

General Hewell would naturally listen to his subordinates' words.

Tan said: "They have always been as confident as they are today. From the media to their country, they are full of very powerful self-confidence. And such self-confidence is based on self-righteousness."

"It's good for them to continue like this, and it's good to keep the current relationship with China, and it won't have any impact on us."

Colonel Amitabh has successfully aroused the dissatisfaction of the generals of various countries. It is not the time for him to stand up and speak for him now.

General Heywell, who pretended not to pay any more attention, and the accompanying colonel analyzed what the American team members would do next.

At seven o'clock local time, the temperature in the forest was getting lower and lower, and the gunshots in the first competition area seemed to have not rang out for a long time. It was so calm that the cold air had frozen, full of oppressive suffocation.

Shahrukh's sight was aimed at the metal ring target that trembled gently with the wind and rain. His eyes were a little sore, probably because the rain soaked for too long, and it was very likely to be inflamed.

Perhaps the discomfort in the eyes caused Shahrukh to gently remove the fingers that were hooked on the trigger of the sniper rifle several times. After that, he raised his wet hands and rubbed his eyes hard, then blinked hard, feeling his eyes. After feeling a lot more comfortable, he continued to lean down, aimed at the sight with one eye, adjusted it again, and prepared to snipe again.

On the Chinese side, Li Jinnian started shooting at the target at a distance of 80 meters, hitting the ring position above the large-caliber shell.

"Keep the gun steady, just put this cartridge down." G3 squatted beside Li Jinnian's sniper rifle and gently placed the last cartridge over the muzzle of the sniper rifle.

There are already two empty shells on the muzzle, and one more is three shells.

He really didn't expect the Demon King to have such a little habit when he was sniping. He liked to stack bullet casings on the muzzle of his gun when he was sniping.

This problem... It's not a problem, it's a way to practice sitting and holding the gun steadily. Put three cartridge cases on top of the muzzle, and within an hour, not a single cartridge case can be dropped.

Li Jinnian also trained like this.

The last cartridge was put on, G3 made an "OK" gesture, and then slowly retreated to the back, quietly waiting for his teammates to complete the sniping.

When the sniper rifle arrived in Li Jinnian's hands, it was as if it had taken root.

He started the final adjustment and proofreading, holding the gun with one hand, adjusting with one hand, and the bullet casing on the barrel remained motionless, as if it was rooted in the sniper rifle.

In the night vision sight, the large-caliber bullet casing was 80 meters away. The cold-eyed Li Jinnian looked quite calm, and there was not a trace of tension in him, just like an ordinary sniper training, without any psychological pressure.

The "cross" crosshairs have been aligned with the hit position of the bullet casing. According to the wind speed and temperature, adjust and deviate appropriately, and then the slender fingers pull the trigger without any hesitation... to complete the sniping.

Good night

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