Manual of Space-Time Interference

You can't see me, you can't see me, I don't exist, I'm fake...

Dialect kept reciting these words in his heart, until he got into a dense residential area next to him again, then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Then he turned back, stretched out his head slightly, and observed the situation in front of him slightly.

"Da da da!"

The sound of gunfire continued to sound in the residential area in front, and in the darkness, it seemed abrupt and harsh.

"piu!"

A slight sound, like thunder, immediately awakened the dialect. He turned his head alertly to look at the house opposite, and slowly touched the surrounding wall of the residential area.

This slight sound is very familiar, at least for the dialect, because behind him is a silenced sniper rifle that makes such a sound, that is to say, there is a sniper lying on the opposite side of the house. Should be in the attic.

"piu!"

The voice became a little clearer, and the dialect looked up at the top of the house, and then slowly retracted his sight. After carefully observing the surrounding situation with the scope of his sniper rifle, he seriously looked at the place in front of him. The open window was turned over gently after confirming that there was nothing abnormal.

"Crack!"

With a slight noise, Dialect gently opened the safety of the pistol, and then walked step by step to the position where he heard the sound, because for him who was about to leave the battlefield, any sniper was under the current situation. They are his greatest enemy.

Because the guns in the hands of other people will make sounds, and then the dialect can clearly know that there is a fighting area, and the sniper equipped with the silencer, under the cover of this night, is a wandering battlefield. the ghost of...

Therefore, the sniper on the battlefield and Teemo of Summoner's Rift are equal to some extent, because this profession is also born with a mocking face, and their respective enemy teams summarize it. It was also an accident - Teemo (the sniper) must die!

One step, two steps, three steps...

Dialect stopped his footsteps instantly, slowly raised his feet, crossed the thin line between the stairs, and then continued to gently touch the front without making any sound.

"piu!"

Once again, there was a suppressed gunshot, and at the same time, a rustling sound came from above, and the dialect listened, and walked gently over the corner of the stairs leading to the attic, while using the knife with the knife. He held the right hand holding the gun with his left hand, stared at the door of the attic without moving, and walked up slowly.

Breathing, slow and steady, this world seems to be the only room left for Dialect, and all the sounds from the outside seem to have nothing to do with him...

Click!

The sound of opening the door was abrupt and urgent, and the two of them had a face-to-face confrontation within a distance of less than 2 meters, and the two of them were completely exposed to each other's guns.

"boom!"

A gunshot sounded first, and then got into the head of the sniper in front of him in an instant. At the same time, the sniper's slightly pulled trigger finally pulled down, but the muzzle was slightly tilted. A bullet , in the end can only be wiped from the face of the dialect.

"Damn, scared Dad to death..."

Dialect also broke out in cold sweat, and then patted his chest with lingering fears, and then touched his cheek, and sure enough, he felt a tingling feeling.

"Fuck, are you walking without a sound? Really Nima is a ghost!"

Dialect scolded, stepped onto the attic and sat directly on the edge of the door, leaning on the sniper's body, slowly dressed rough, and then slowly calmed down, he did not deny that at this moment, his legs It's really softened...

A gap of 0.01 seconds will decide life and death, this is not just talk...

If it wasn't for the dialect pistol to fire first, if it wasn't for the dialect bullet that shot into the sniper's head first, and if the sniper didn't slow down the dialect a little bit, then the ending might be different.

In this kind of two shots that are basically at zero distance, whoever shoots first will gain the advantage, and whoever spreads his consciousness first will die first, and just now, fortunately, the sniper's consciousness was stunned. a bit……

"call!"

With a breath, he was finally spit out by the dialect. He looked at the sniper's body next to him, and slowly took down all the useful things left on the body.

Sniper's gloves, camouflage net, special shoes, 3 assault rifle magazines with 90 rounds of ammunition, 6 rounds of armor-piercing incendiary rounds, 27 rounds of sniper rifle rounds, compass...

Made it, made it, licked the bag and made a fortune!

Dialect's eyes began to light up, and he quickly replaced all the things on the sniper's body to himself, and then looked at the new self, touched the wound on his face and touched it.

Sure enough, opportunities are accompanied by risks. The greater the risks, the greater the opportunities. Isn't this a wave of fat?

Thinking about it, Fang Yan slowly walked down from the attic, looking at the thin line in the stairwell, and after not finding any grenade connection, he tickled it with his hand, and then took a controller that kept vibrating in his pocket. came out, clicked a button above, and then carefully removed the thin line.

The early warning device is perfect GET!

These two items of dialect were carefully put into his pocket~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then he looked around the surrounding houses that were not moving at all, and then climbed out again through the window that he had just turned in, and followed the setting he just set. The set route ran towards the outer battlefield, but after stepping over a house, it stopped instantly and rushed to the next wall.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Intensive gunshots rang out suddenly on the road ahead, and the bullets plunged into the wall where Dialect was hiding in an instant, and then continuously lifted up pieces of gravel.

Fang Yan shrank his body, quickly observed the surrounding situation, then took a deep breath, pulled the safety catch of the grenade, and threw it directly in the direction of the gunshot, at the same time leaning to the side house ran away.

It wasn't because he didn't want to shoot just now, but because he didn't know how many people were around, but now he already knew that the one shooting in front of him was a 5-man team, and judging from their current strength , should be an elite scout in the army.

At the same time, in the direction of their actions just now, it seems that they are in the same team as the sniper they just killed?

I'll be darling, this revenge has come too soon...