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In the rain curtain, Cassia hunched over and quietly walked towards the sniper who was still exploring the surrounding situation. If you are prepared, choose to wear soft leather shoes. The soles are not as hard as patent leather shoes. The sound of walking on slate concrete is not particularly noticeable. As long as you pay attention, the sound of your feet can be perfectly covered by the surrounding background sound.

He was almost behind the sniper, but Cassia didn't notice the perception radiating around him from the person in front of him. As the deadliest back, this sniper chose to give them all to the buzzer placed at the top of the stairs. But those devices did not play a role in protecting and warning him. On the contrary, because his back was completely handed over to these arrangements, the sniper had no intention of setting up a defense on his back. All the energy was focused on observing inside the scope.

Until his neck was crushed by a hand, he didn't realize that at some point, a figure had squatted next to him.

It seems that not all of them are surgeons, but ordinary well-trained personnel still account for the majority. Cassia moved the sniper's body a little, carefully lay on his side, and looked at the surrounding situation through the sniper scope.

Kara's bullet-riddled room could not escape his eyes. As expected, something had happened. But from the bullet holes and the thirsty blood stains on the side of the broken metal door, it can be seen that the incident did not happen recently.

"Although there is no Kara here, the current situation cannot tell that Kara is safe and sound." Cassia rearranged the dead sniper's body into an observing posture, then crawled back to the stairs There, he quickly ran towards the position where the other sniper was. "Perhaps the person they are waiting for here is the one who is not sure." Cassia had such an idea in her head, and the speed of her feet accelerated a little, like a black cat frightened by thunder on a rainy night. He flew nimbly through the shrouded building.

If you want to know the specific situation, asking it from the enemy's mouth seems to be the best way. The courses in the military school are very comprehensive. Even if many fields are not covered in depth, it can be passed by just explaining the basic principles and methods. But this does not prevent Cassia from knowing some useful ways to make enemies tell the truth.

The first step now is to reduce the number of enemies. Even if ordinary personnel make up the majority of them, when they form a completely covered fire network, the body and ability of the surgeons cannot allow them to save their lives from the bullets.

Repeating what happened just now, Cassia eliminated the sniper in front of him and then moved to the location of the next sniper at a faster speed. Each sniper position is individually separated and equipped with radio equipment. As long as there is a periodic location and survival report in the communication network, Cassia's action plan will be completely exposed.

All he can do now is to increase his speed and efficiency as much as possible, and get rid of these snipers who will put cold guns behind him in the shortest possible time. And I pray in my heart that their periodic reporting time will not be too short.

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There was a dim light in the corridor, barely illuminating the dilapidated steps. There was no one, just the cold air blowing in from the rain curtain. In the darkness beyond the reach of the light, there was a slight rubbing sound, as if someone was rubbing their wet and cold palms because they were so cold. Being able to be frozen in the middle of summer is really a hell of a weather. At least that's what the people who were on full alert in the dark were thinking at the moment.

This is a team of about ten people who cooperated with each other and found cover to guard the stairs on the fifth floor. They have been waiting here for a while, and now that the goal has arrived, they are somewhat excited and nervous. On the same night two days ago, they were doing the same thing, but in the end, more than ten people died due to various reasons, which left a little shadow in their hearts. The cold sweat on the palms made the already wet palms even more sticky and uncomfortable. The decoration in the corridor in front of me had been done a day ago. It was not a buzzer with a thin wire, but a piece of finely ground glass powder evenly sprinkled on the stairs. Unless the sole is tied with a thick layer of cotton, the sole of any shoe will make a sound when you step on it. The nearly closed corridor can act as a loudspeaker at this time, telling them that the enemy is coming.

This is just a small team, and there are several other small teams cooperating and hiding around each other, guarding different floors. Until the target they are waiting for arrives, they can cooperate with each other to contain the enemy.

And in the order issued this time, the target is also regardless of life or death. Although it would be best if they could be captured alive, keeping things simple and easy to understand is what everyone likes to see. One second longer for the enemy to live means that the danger will be with you for one more second.

At this moment, a tiny green dot suddenly appeared in the darkness, flashing three times regularly before disappearing. This is a timer for periodic reporting, reminding the captain of each team to report the situation at hand on time.

Turning on the radio device, the leader of the team at the stairway on the fifth floor deliberately turned down the volume to prevent electronic noise from spreading too far. It reports the situation around itself one by one according to the order agreed in advance. Soon it was his turn.

After pressing the button of the microphone, the standard and clear imperial voice was clearly transmitted through the radio signal: "There is no problem at the stairway on the fifth floor." Then he pressed the button again and waited for the next person to report.

But when his voice fell completely, the only thing coming out of the radio was electronic noise, and there was no other movement. Everyone was silent at this moment, waiting for other voices to come out among the noise. According to the order, it should be the turn of the individual snipers to report the situation next. Three minutes ago, they reported that the target disappeared into the underground waterway.

After ten seconds of silence, an unbearable voice finally came from the radio, which was urging.

"Sniper position No. 1, please report the situation! Position No. 1, report the situation!" The words with saliva seemed to be sprayed into people's faces through the radio device, but his voice seemed to be completely immersed in the dry well and did not get any A person's response cannot be heard even to the simplest sound of rain. Either the interference from the rainy day was too strong, or the snipers didn't notice the length of time, so they didn't turn on the radio device. They were still guessing like this, but when none of the snipers responded, they finally realized that something was wrong.

"All teams are on urgent alert and do not expose your body to possible sniper attacks." A warning came immediately over the radio, along with the next order. Several teams hid silently in the darkness, and some members who might have been sniped quietly adjusted their positions. Looking at the dark rain outside, their hearts became even more gloomy. In less than three minutes, the sniper team must have been wiped out, and it was so quiet that no one knew. If it weren't for regular reporting, they wouldn't even know it happened. The blindfolded people have always been them, and the people standing in the bright place have always been them.

At this moment, cold air suddenly seeped out of the excited body, and those in the darkness shivered. They felt an invisible fear, like the darkness around them, slowly covering them. With their fingers half pressed on the trigger, they began to adjust their moods. Someone secretly looked at the sniper's position with a tactical telescope. They were indeed turned into corpses under the lightning, which made their hearts even more congested. At night under the rain, only the cold firearms they held tightly in their hands could give them a sense of security.