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"Sniper" Liszt's voice seemed to be pressed out of his throat, and the splashing red and white viscous liquid even crossed his shoulders and splashed directly on his cheeks.
There was a muffled sound of something falling into the snow behind him, and Lister didn't even need to look back to know that the rifleman behind him had been killed.
The warm feeling on his cheeks had turned into frost as the cold wind blew, but the accelerator in his hand, which he turned hard, had already emitted the sound of the engine in the slender exhaust pipe. violent roar.
The data flow in Liszt's eyes had overflowed, and his eyes were wide open, with suppressed anger in his indifference.
This sudden gunshot was a provocation.
And this provocation had really angered Lister.
He didn't care about the miserable Marine Corps soldier lying lifeless in the snow behind him.
He turned the accelerator in his hand to the bottom, and the snowmobile under him had already stopped.
He rushed out violently, with Liszt clenching his teeth tightly, and soared like a dragon towards the top of the hillside in front of him.
Behind him, the other nine snowmobiles were roaring violently with their engines and exhaust pipes, and each of them looked at the top of the hillside in front of them with stern expressions.
The 4a1 assault rifle was aimed at any suspicious terrain at the top.
But his sixth sense had stretched his nerves to the extreme, because at the moment when his heart was beating fiercely, his eyes had re-radiated countless data streams.
It even covered his entire body.
And his eyes had already seen the reappearance of a black hole in the muzzle.
Hidden in the white snow on the top of the mountain.
It had already firmly enveloped his advancing body, and then opened fire instantly.
"Bang" The faint sound of gunfire appeared in Liszt's ears, but his body had already appeared in a strange posture on the speeding snowmobile.
In barely a few tenths of a second, the heat flow had already rubbed his waist and shot backward, exploding a cloud of sawdust from the trunk of a primitive giant tree.
But Liszt instantly returned to his normal body posture, his eyes flashed slightly with green data streams, and the Winchester shotgun wrapped in fine linen was tightly clamped under the armpit of his left arm. gun.
The snowmobile under him roared up the mountain.
The more violent power of the military version even made Liszt and the motorcycle fly into the air, instantly flying higher into the sky like a skateboard.
He lowered his head slightly and saw the enemy lying on the top of the mountain, covered in white camouflage cloth.
He was rolling backwards in panic, as if trying to escape from the bottom of the snowmobile.
But Liszt didn't want to give him this chance, because the Winchester in his hand was already pointed at the guy with one hand when he was flying over the hill.
He pulled the trigger equally hard and said softly.
Said: "Go to hell."
"Bang" But the blue muzzle flash has already appeared.
The No. 12 standard shotshell had appeared in the blue gun flame as the plastic shell cracked.
After being heated and accelerated, the fatal lead bullet deformed like a drop of water.
Blessed by the mysterious power of the 155-element jet engine, even the sniper who only had time to widen his eyes had bloody holes all over his body that were the size of fists.
The snowmobile fell heavily on the relatively gentle snow layer on the top of the mountain, but Liszt didn't even look at the guy behind him who was already stained with large streams of red blood, and looked at the top of the mountain with a serious look on his face.
Outside, around the black smoke that had risen into the sky, a dozen Mi-24 Hind armed transport helicopters were hovering.
"The sniper has been killed and all personnel have been dispersed.
Be on guard in all directions."
The remaining nine snowmobiles behind them have also quickly surged up on both sides of the mountain.
The rifles and light machine guns in their hands have also been aimed at the surrounding white-capped mountains.
But Carl drove his snowmobile towards the side of the mountain.
Looking at the sniper's body that had turned red, he bent down on the seat to pick up the weapon wrapped in white cloth.
He couldn't help but frown and said: "Dragunov svd sniper rifle."
Although it was wrapped in white cloth and could not be found in the white snow, Karl looked at the streamlined firearm and knew the model of the wide rifle quite well.
He turned over and jumped off the snowmobile.
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He stretched out his hand and pulled away the camouflage cloth in front of the sniper.
The red star on his chest became more and more dazzling, which made him snort coldly in his nose: "Soviet people."
“Really Soviet” Liszt slowly turned his head and looked at the sniper who had been hit by all 12 shotguns.
His flesh and blood were so bloody that it was almost miserable.
The fist-sized penetrating wound had completely torn the strong body, and the broken internal organs, rags, and blood were flowing together.
The surrounding snow layer was dyed red, and Liszt's face was also stained with blood.
He made a faint mockery: "It seems that some people already want me to die here."
Spitting fiercely to the side, Liszt looked at the helicopter flying over in front of him.
The snowmobile under him had also increased the accelerator again, preparing to continue riding in the snow.
Benz.
Although this mountain range is undulating, with a large amount of virgin forest mixed in, there are still many open spaces where snowmobiles can be driven.
But Liszt did not start the snowmobile directly.
Instead, he closed his eyes quietly.
In this extremely complex winter mountainous environment, in addition to air power, the snowmobile may have the strongest maneuverability. .
He chose OK without hesitation, and the countless points in his mind were cut in half instantly.
At the same time, beside him, a group of two Marines riding snowmobiles, each holding a rifle or a portable anti-aircraft missile, appeared. his side "I don't need alien spacecraft to mutilate me."
Taking a deep breath of the cool air, Liszt's eyes held a certain coldness, especially when more than a dozen helicopters were flying over to investigate.
The accelerator in his hand also tightened instantly, and the entire People have already rushed out with that power.
And his words also appeared on this mountain top: "But it would be too wrong to come to my territory in such a arrogant manner." s: Double monthly passes have started.
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