Chapter 608 We Kill People, Not Gods
Sniper killing, mechanical sniper killing.
The bullet casings jumped out one by one. Every time one jumped out, it meant the end of a life and also represented the increasing fear.
All the people, whether in front, to the right, or even behind, are all living targets.
There is no specific person under the infrared sight, only a bunch of heat sources.
The killing lasted for a long time, making King Qin and his men feel extremely unreal, as if they were playing a game, the heat source was the virus, and as long as they were all eliminated, they would pass the level.
When they were first attacked by a sniper, these gang members raised their guns and shot upwards, trying to concentrate their firepower to kill the sniper.
But it was useless. The mountain was high above the ground and any place could be a sniper point.
Seven people would die in one round of volleys, and they would move to another place after each shot.
This is completely asymmetrical. As people were constantly being sniped, everyone became scared and started to retreat.
But retreating would cause more problems. Without the pressure of firepower, Lei Zhen and his seven men would be more comfortable. They could just lie there and continue to snipe.
Keep pulling the bolt and keep killing people.
The killing is not over until all the heat sources in the scope have escaped from the range.
Lei Zhen put down his gun, lay on the snow, lit a cigarette, and took a few deep puffs to relieve the visual fatigue caused by long-term sniping.
"Master, what is this tactic called?"
"Right, I don't even understand what this tactic is. Master, when did you create it? It seems a bit confusing..."
If you don’t understand, just ask. The apprentices all have a strong desire for knowledge.
Following Lei Zhen's instructions, they fought and retreated to the small hillside of Zhaka Mountain, where they set up booby traps and engaged in crazy sniping.
In fact, this tactic is completely wrong. Either the tactic should be used in an open area or in a place with a more complex environment.
Kaza Mountain is too small and is definitely not a place for tactical play.
"Deterrence." Lei Zhen exhaled smoke and said, "There are still assassin organizations and mercenaries in the world. I don't want them to interfere, so I want to slaughter them here."
"Master's point is to show off. Show off so much that even if the other party wants to spend money to hire assassins or mercenaries, it will be useless."
"They used booby traps and precision sniping, and it was quickly analyzed as a special forces technique. The master's reputation has spread, and he's become a legend in the sniper world.
"Add to that a tactical team of seven people. Which assassin organization would dare to take on such a job?"
The King of Qin helped to answer, feeling very proud and that he was getting closer and closer to his master.
"That's about right." Lei Zhen nodded and said, "The goal is to make Peng Yue despair and force him to switch from offense to defense."
Originally, Peng Yue was attacking and they were defending, but the best defense is offense.
Lure the enemy here, use special forces combat techniques to severely damage the enemy, and let them choose to defend themselves.
This way, Lei Zhen's offensive rhythm will not be disrupted, and at the same time, the opponent will understand one thing: there is only despair in going against him.
Zhaka Mountain is very suitable. It is not only away from the city, but also not far away. At the same time, it takes advantage of the terrain to complete the most ferocious massacre tonight.
"withdraw."
"yes!"
Lei Zhen led his men to retreat and returned to the city, entering the second resting point chosen in advance to consolidate and let what happened tonight ferment.
Shallow tactics are adapted to local conditions, while deep tactics play with people's mentality.
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A bloody night, a horrific massacre.
The news spread throughout Rome. When the police chief came to work early in the morning and heard his subordinates talking about what happened last night, he immediately praised his own wit.
Fortunately, I didn’t meddle in other people’s business, otherwise my wife would definitely have become someone else’s.
"Such a serious incident has occurred? Gather together, go to the scene immediately!"
"Such a brazen fight will never be tolerated on my territory. Hurry up and gather the evidence first."
“…”
Six or seven hours after the incident, the police were dispatched with great fanfare.
In fact, it is not their fault. The Roman gangs in this era were too rampant, and high-ranking officials were often assassinated by gangs.
The people of Rome were in panic, and Peng Yue's eyes were bloodshot.
Last night, hundreds of his men died.
From the massacre at the gang's resting place to the battle at Zaka Mountain, the deaths and injuries were completely beyond his expectations.
The most terrifying thing is that the remaining people have lost their fighting spirit and are frightened by Lei Zhen and his men.
"They're all snipers, all battlefield assassins. There's no way to fight them. It's really impossible to fight them..."
"Old Peng, too many of our brothers have died. It's not because we're not strong enough, it's because the enemy is too terrifying! I've looked it up. Lei Zhen is known as a sniper legend. In Africa, he repelled tens of thousands of enemy troops with just one gun..."
Sniper, battlefield assassin.
It can also be called the ghost of the battlefield. As long as a sniper joins the battlefield, it will definitely be the most difficult battle.
An assassin is much more advanced than a killer.
It can be said that every excellent sniper can seamlessly transform into an excellent killer, because both professions require absolute control over details.
"I don't accept it!"
"There are only seven of them, and there are so many of us, how could we not take it?"
Peng Yue stared with bloodshot eyes and clenched his fists tightly.
But no matter how unwilling they were to accept the defeat, last night's battle had completely thwarted the courage of their men.
It's just a matter of suicide, no one wants to die in vain.
In addition, the identity of Lei Zhen's myth spread, and it became more and more bizarre. He was a legend who roamed the battlefield, and they were just gang members.
There is no need to feel sorry for yourself or belittle yourself in order to recognize the gap between each other.
"Where are they?" Peng Yue asked.
"have no idea……"
"Search! Check! We must find it!"
"yes……"
Peng Yue bit his cigar hard, picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Mr. Death, I need your help."
"Of course, we will solve any problem for any client, as long as the money is enough, hehe..."
A sinister laugh came from the phone. It was Death, the agent of a certain killer organization.
As long as the money is enough, assassinating the president is possible.
"Money is not a problem. Help me kill this man. His name is Lei Zhen, and his code name is Shen Hua. He is from the East."
There was silence on the phone for a long time before Death spoke.
"I'm sorry, we can kill anyone for you, but we can't kill a god. Besides, the myth last night was the god of death, and we won't fight against each other."
"What? Don't you guys accept any mission? I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out you're just..."
Before Peng Yue could finish his words, Death hung up the phone.
They are not stupid people who are in the killer business. It is clearly a tactical team of seven people, and Shenhua is the leader.
How to kill them?
It's not that they don't dare to kill, but there is absolutely no need to. Even if the entire killer organization is combined to complete the task, there will inevitably be heavy losses.
From a businessman's perspective, this is a deal that is destined to lose money.
"damn it!"
"Lei Zhen, you little bastard, I don't believe I can't kill you!"
Peng Yue roared angrily and threw everything he could.
After venting for a while, he suddenly thought of something and immediately tried to contact the EO mercenaries far away in Africa.
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