Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 475 316, Corridor, and Sniper (Vote for monthly ticket!)_3

Carrying a burden was still better than not having it when needed.

An assassin pulled the pin of a smoke grenade and threw it with all his might, but while the grenade was still in the air, it was pierced by a sniper bullet.

The smokescreen agent, which should have burned fully, couldnʼt function properly after being pierced by the bullet, causing the smoke that should have filled the entire corridor to thin out significantly.

”What kind of shooting skills are these? The opponent is at least 1000 meters away from us, hitting a target as small as a smoke grenade from that distance? And it was even forcefully thrown out? Is it a coincidence?” an assassin asked.

”In battle, donʼt count on coincidences,” 001 said calmly, ”How many smoke grenades are left?”

”One.”

”Donʼt throw it away; just drop it next to yourself.”

As soon as he finished speaking, an assassin immediately pulled the pin of the smoke grenade and placed it beside him.

But, the sniper bullet once again punctually arrived, piercing through a body and hitting the smoke grenade on the ground.

The assassins were startled, the previous incident wasnʼt a fluke! The opponent had deduced the position of the smoke grenade from where the smoke was drifting!

Fortunately, this time the smoke grenadeʼs agent wasnʼt completely scattered, and the drifting smoke was at least obscuring some of their vision.

”Crawl out, fast,” 001 shouted furiously, ”This smoke grenade wonʼt last long, crawl as far as you can.”

By then, 001 had lost his previous confidence.

A B-Class Expert was indeed very formidable—among any organization, a B-Class Expert was already one of the top combat forces, a pillar of an organization.

But this terrain was too disadvantageous, he couldnʼt even think of a way to successfully dodge sniper bullets.

All of 001ʼs abilities were confined within the narrow corridor, while the sniper wasnʼt restricted at all.

The remaining eight men struggled to crawl out, hoping for a slim chance of survival.

They were all formidable genetic warriors, slithering on the ground like snakes when they crawled.

However, they had only crawled out 700 meters when the smoke in the corridor was dispersed by the air duct above them.

”Shoot out all the tritium lights so he loses sight,” someone suggested, ”We are now at least 1600 meters away from him, very few snipers can maintain accuracy at this distance, besides, thereʼs only one path through this corridor, crawling out in the dark shouldnʼt be a problem.”

The only light source in the corridor was the tritium lights hanging on the walls.

The next moment, someone raised his hand and precisely shattered a tritium light.

But before he could turn his arm to aim at the next one, the hand holding the gun was blown off.

The sound of the anti-material sniper rifle in the corridor, even from 1.7 kilometers away, felt deafening to the ears.

The assassins were shocked. Not only was there a sniper hidden here, but this sniper could also accurately shoot their hands from such a distance!

That was a distance of 1700 meters! What kind of a concept is 1700 meters? Even in such a narrow corridor, the sniper shouldnʼt be this powerful.

This kind of sniper would effortlessly win the shooting championship in any competition within the Federal Army Group!

There are at least fifty more tritium lights in the corridor behind, how many more hands could they afford to lose?

At the other end of the corridor, Qing Chen had already set up the tripod at the front of his sniper rifle and was lying prone on the ground, completely calm.

The roar seemed to have no effect on him; his three tiny bones were motionless at this moment, in a state completely devoid of vibration.

The nine Dragon Fish had brought more change to Qing Chen than he had expected.

Just then, Qing Chen suddenly stood up, holding his sniper rifle level with both arms, and began walking forward slowly.

He pulled the trigger again and again, reaping these gifts delivered to his doorstep.

Qing Chen didnʼt even care what level the opponents were; a conversation with an old man yesterday had cleared his mind — real high-level experts wouldnʼt use secret passages, let alone dare to come to this half-mountain villa to die.

So, anyone who entered this secret passage simply couldnʼt withstand ʼpersuasion through virtue.ʼ”