Counterfeit Hero

Hopkins was shocked. The Federation also had masters who were proficient in disappearing and sneaking within thirty meters? No wonder the Leray special forces had withdrawn just now. It seemed that they had sent snipers who they thought could compete with them to hunt them down.

Hopkins smiled coldly, "Come on, no matter how powerful a sniper who has never been on the battlefield is, he is still a rookie. If nothing else, the footsteps in the listener just now exposed the true strength of this so-called master."

The fat man crouched in the grass, trying to blend himself into the grass. The simulated camouflage uniform had no effect at night, but it could protect him from being seen by the infrared sight. The enemy hiding in the dark was very calm. His actions of alerting the enemy did not induce him to shoot. That was his ultimate temptation. If he were slower, he would not be able to avoid the enemy's shooting.

The special forces were ordered to retreat. A sniper duel did not require too many people. Too many people would get in the way. Fatty was once worried that Hopkins had left after the special forces retreated, but from the feeling just now, Knowing that the enemy has not left, he almost shrinks himself.

It was an unspeakable feeling, so dangerous that it made people stand on end with fear!

This instinct to sense danger is what every good sniper must possess. In the words of Instructor Xiong, no matter what you call it, it is the sixth sense, seventh sense, eight senses and nine senses! Anyway, you have to experience it and cultivate it in training! Idiots that cannot be cultivated may appear if they go to the battlefield and survive by chance. At the critical moment, they can save your lives!

Fatty knows that this instinct to sense danger is intuition! That bear instructor is so fucking uneducated!

The moment he burst into the grass, Fatty even clearly felt the eye staring closely at him! Like a poisonous snake spitting out a red message, cold and dangerous.

The fat man's trembling body had calmed down after entering the jungle, and his heartbeat had dropped to the level that a sniper should have. The fear disappeared, and he kept reminding himself of responsibility! Now in his eyes. There are only enemies! Find him, hold him back or kill him!

The hills behind the college are densely covered with vegetation. Before the war broke out, the college had planned to open a park here. Some trails were even built for several kilometers, but eventually stopped. The mountain is not high, but it covers a large area, with a small river and several waterfalls. The river is clear, the waterfalls are beautiful, and there are some flat grasslands beside the river. In the past, students often hid here for dating and camping.

The college is on the west side of the largest slope of the back mountain. To the south is the city of Garipalan, and to the north is the continuous mountain jungle. The river comes from the northeast and first flows through a small lake in the east. Then it winds along the mountain jungle, jumps off several cliffs, forms a waterfall, and finally flows around the college to the southwest, bends around the city of Garipalan and merges into a large river to the east.

The enemy is heading north. From the academy to here, his escape route points to the northeast. If he goes that way, it will be difficult to trap him.

Fatty gently made a mark with branches and stones. He had to provoke this opponent. Through Russell's explanation and what he learned along the way, Fatty could probably guess the sniper's psychology. Maybe he didn't have as much battlefield experience as this murderous opponent, but Fatty felt that he had a psychological advantage. Psychological sniping. Sometimes more problems can be solved than bullets!

Until now, the sniper named Hopkins has not made any mistakes because of his anger. He is too calm and always stays at a distance where he can leave the battle at any time. He shoots dozens of federal soldiers as if he is the only one who is there. A trivial thing done in a completely relaxed state.

If you want to irritate him, there is only one way to directly provoke him where he values ​​​​most, and you will hit with one hit!

The fat man almost squirmed backwards. The sound of a dead branch snapping betrayed him. He was faster than a frightened elk. The fat man jumped up almost as soon as the sound sounded and began to run wildly through the jungle, making no sound. The breathing bullet hit the place where he had just been lying down, making a soft sound.

The snapping sound of branches was captured by the listening device. Almost instantly, Hopkins aimed at the place where Fatty was lurking and pulled the trigger. The moment the bullet penetrated the grass, Hopkins saw the man made of stones and branches. The graphic signals of the special forces displayed almost made my lungs explode! The signal means: "Fuck you, rookie! Weebo stupid pig!"

If he had a few seconds to react, Hopkins would have told himself to calm down and keep his composure, that LeRay Federation bastard was trying to anger him.

But it was too fast. When the first shot missed, the fat man's figure flashed in the scope. Hopkins couldn't control his emotions, and in that moment of anger, he withdrew the second shot.

The bullet from the second shot flew past the fat man's changing body and hit a big tree. This shot also exposed Hopkins' hidden coordinates!

Sure enough, Hopkins only had time to lower his head, and a bullet hit the rock in front of him, making a crisp sound. Hopkins knew that he could no longer stay here. If he was locked by the opponent, he would have no choice but to Nestled in this place, waiting for other special forces to come and catch him like a chicken in a cage.

In desperation, Hopkins kicked his feet hard, jumped out of the mound, and rolled quickly. When the fat man's bullet made a hole in the ground in front of him, he also gained enough speed to dodge.

An endless battle began in the jungle. This is one of the two situations that snipers are most afraid of. One is to be locked in a stationary state and be killed as soon as they show their heads. They don't even know how they died. The second is to lock each other in motion. No one dares to stop at this time. If you stop, you will die!

The two people were shooting at each other while running fast, using various objects as cover, every tree and every rock. At this time, they could no longer sneak. They locked their opponents with each other. Not only would whoever stopped, they would die. , whoever is hit first will also die. No matter where it hits, as long as the speed slows down even a little, the opponent will mercilessly snipe it!

Every excellent sniper is the most patient hunter. They can lurk in the snowdrifts in the ice and snow, in the grass bitten by mosquitoes, and can lurk anywhere motionless for several days. They can break down eating and drinking into countless movements that are too small to be noticed, regardless of whether there is an enemy in their eyes or intuition. They will all hold themselves to the strictest lurking standards! .

They are not afraid of lurking! What I'm afraid of is this type of mobile warfare! In a frontal war, it takes several thousand rounds of bullets to exchange for the life of an ordinary soldier. For snipers, more bullets are wasted on suppression and inaccurate shooting. This is a complete waste, they only need one bullet to kill! Therefore, their guns are not guns that can squander bullets for strafing. It's a dedicated sniper rifle that focuses on range and accuracy!

With such a slow-shooting gun, fighting in a sports duel is easier said than done!

but. Precise shooting in sports is a training subject for snipers, especially such top snipers who are even more advanced. Between these two figures that are constantly changing and irregular routes, the bullets have been biting each other tightly.

Fatty and Hopkins have tried their best. Irregular running makes them exhausted. No one can stay in a state of irregular turning for a long time. The brain of a modern sniper is more precise than a computer. He can use the corner of his eye to judge the opponent's environment while running. pattern of motion! Suppose the sniper is behind the right side of the opponent. There is a big tree in front of the opponent on the left, so first he cannot go to the big tree, and then the direction he is running also determines that he cannot pass the left side of the tree without stopping to turn around, and run more towards the direction of the sniper gun. Impossible, it's like being still, he actually has very few choices, and even fewer choices for irregular movement! You can only use the time difference and the rapid change of direction that consumes a lot of physical energy to effectively avoid it.

so. These two snipers are shooting at each other in high-speed movement. They must first keep locking and shooting on their opponents, and they must also observe the surrounding environment to ensure that they will not run into a dead end. They must also constantly change directions and use irregular methods. Run to avoid the opponent's bullets.

Hopkins could almost hear his opponent's breathing. He admired this federal sniper for being able to contend with him for such a long time in such a high-speed duel. This fat man was the first one, and he also So fat!

Fat, what does it mean? It means that his physical fitness is worse than his own, he consumes more than himself, and his perseverance and control are not as good as his own! Hopkins listened to the fat man's breathing and smiled. In a few minutes, this guy would inevitably die under his own gun!

Fatty's speed has slowed down, even if it's only a little, but Hopkins can still feel it, and the speed and accuracy of his shooting are also weakening. In such a sniper duel, being tired means death!

However, what surprised Hopkins was that although his opponent's speed was slower, the direction of his running was even weirder, as if he could always know which direction he would shoot him, and he used it flexibly several times. Big trees and bushes serve as cover to dodge bullets and hide, and one time Hopkins even almost made him disappear from his eyes!

"Take it." Another bullet hit the grass in front of the fat man. If the fat man hadn't suddenly slowed down a little while running, the bullet would have penetrated his head. The fat man didn't seem to be affected by the bullet. He made one feint to the left and rolled backwards, and another bullet flew past his body. The fat man turned over and squatted, and could hardly aim the Garand rifle in his hand. It was just a shot. Hopkins was too fast. Just as the fat man fired, he had already ducked behind a tree. The fat man immediately moved sideways to the right, shooting at the big tree while running. The bullet quickly penetrated the tree where Hopkins was hiding, and there was no one! The fat man's intuition once again saved his life. He lay down in a panic and avoided the cold shot from Hopkins who had rolled into the bushes. There was a soft "pop" sound, and the branch above the fat man's head was shot.

The fat man crawled and ran to the right, hunched over like a fat prawn, "Grab!" "Grab!" This was the sound of bullets chasing him and shooting into the trees beside him. Hopkins Having the advantage, Fatty could hardly shoot in such a posture. Finally, a small slope allowed Fatty to regain some of his disadvantage. He pounced on the slope like a tiger pouncing on food. Hopkins was confused, j -2011 fired the bullet too early, and the fat man stopped abruptly in a very weird posture. He finally had a chance to shoot. The casual shot made Hopkins unable to maintain his aiming and shooting posture. Forced to roll away the moment the fat man raised his gun, the two of them entered into a balance of power again.

In the jungle, two figures kept running at high speed, with bullet-pierced tree trunks and leaves flying everywhere as if they had been hit by hail. They kept dodging, shooting, running, changing direction, and shooting again. Like two hide-and-seek tigers, looming in the grass, behind the trees, and in the bushes!

Hopkins discovered that the fat man had lost his mind. During the shooting at each other, the direction they ran was not to the south where the special forces retreated, nor to the west where it was easy to deploy encirclement troops, but to the east, where there was a Lake, and before reaching the lake, there is a low cliff. Although it is not high, it is enough to kill this fat and dazed man!

If he doesn't jump, he will be shot to death by himself in front of the cliff with nowhere to hide. If he jumps, he will say his final farewell the moment he lands.

Hopkins listened to the fat man's louder and louder breathing, looked at his increasingly sluggish reactions and the shooting accuracy that required several shots to become a threat. A winner's smile appeared on his face, and he became increasingly sluggish. Calmly, this fat man could not hold himself back. In one minute, he would kill this most interesting opponent and walk away. There is still plenty of time!

The fat man tried hard to maintain the exchange of shots with Hopkins, preventing him from having the chance to kill him calmly. However, his body movements were gradually controlled by Hopkins, and he was approaching the cliff step by step.

Finally, I was cornered! The fat man didn't give Hopkins a chance to shoot himself to death on the top of the cliff, he jumped down without hesitation! Hopkins smiled and rushed over as fast as he could. On such a high cliff, even if the fat man could not fall to his death, he would not be able to land without any injuries. All he had to do was stand calmly on the cliff and shoot with bullets. His last journey!

Hopkins was very fast, and the joy of victory made him burst out with his final strength. He rushed to the top of the cliff like lightning. The J-2011 in his hand had already been raised. From the listening device, it seemed that Fatty's voice had already been transmitted. The sound of landing!

The fat man is faster! He laughed in his heart, damn, we finally got here, now let’s see how I deal with you!

The bitch jumped directly into the open "Logic" cabin. The moment the cabin door closed, he saw Hopkins' pale, shocked and angry face through the window! .