Steel steam and flame

Kara spent money to park the limousine next to a coffee shop. She wore a peaked hat and her hair was spread out on both sides. On her face was a pair of round, ink-colored eyes, which were so large that they almost covered half of her petite face. She had dismantled the sniper rifle into its parts in advance and carefully placed it in the leather box she was carrying.

Wearing a few centimeters of high heels, the heels clicked on the cement slate floor, making a pleasant sound. The long gray skirt hung down, but unfortunately there was no wind to stretch its pleated hem.

This casual yet distinctive look attracted the attention of too many passers-by. Kara's temperament, as cold as steel and as ferocious as a sniper rifle, always sends out signals to keep others away.

Walking towards the port area step by step, she had memorized the map in her mind yesterday, and the various sniper positions were selected during the field trip the day before yesterday. What I want to do today is just bring a black sniper rifle and golden bullets to try it out, and try out the feeling of having a sniper rifle as a companion that I haven’t used for a long time.

Even though her dress is very eye-catching, when she needs to hide her slightly thin figure and eliminate her sense of existence, Kara can still disappear from everyone's sight in a short period of time. She has both the charming charm of a woman and the basic consciousness of being a sniper.

While everyone was reminiscing and sighing that the gray-white shadow had disappeared, Kara had already carried the leather box to the roof of a house. The height here was obviously shorter than the tall steel buildings rising around it. This is like the difference between the rim and the bottom of a bowl, but this bowl is not complete. In front of Kara looking over, the buildings there have negotiated to make way for a gap, and a gap appears in this bowl. The fatal gap.

The view spread out in a fan shape at the gap shows a vast view of the port area. Gray-blue is always the main color in steam factories and warehouses. Even the steam machinery that is busy transporting goods there is also painted with layers of gray-blue paint.

You can also see the light blue moon lake in the farthest distance as the background of everything. At this time, all the slack fishing boats were also dispatched. Although the weather today can be considered sunny, the growing number of broken clouds in the sky these days makes the Gerun Oasis under its protection begin to look a little depressing.

"Is this a precursor to a black dust storm?" Kara opened the leather box in her hand. Inside were layers of delicate and lubricated silk. On top of it were the sniper rifle parts that she had maintained well. Except for the bullets placed next to them, they were all uniform. The blackness of negotiated acquiescence is like the silence of never uttering a word.

"The weather is really strange. Black dust storms can occur even when the moon is not full?" Kara asked herself gently, and a ferocious black dragon regained its original indifference and vitality in her hands.

One side of the optical sight is a bright red cross pupil, and the other side is the daily scenery of the port that has been magnified dozens of times. It was a semi-open warehouse, with workers carrying goods and drivers driving vehicles to transport steel parts. Next to it was a foreman-like figure holding a notebook to take notes. They didn't know that they were being stared at by a girl who was a close relative of cold-blooded animals. Her eyes were reflecting every move of the prey. As long as her fingers pressed down a little bit, in less than a blink of an eye, the head of the person caught in the red cross on the optical sight would be freed. A round bullet hole came.

But more often than not, their heads will still turn into pieces, and their bodies will have to stand stiffly for a few seconds before falling down. This is the stage script that Kara has planned in her heart. If her fingers really press it, as a planner and director, she will definitely let the actors backstage perform it like this.

But now everything is ready, including the audience, the director, the script, props and stage sound effects, but what is missing is the most important stage actor. They weren't in Kara's eyes yet.

"Where are they? The performers I booked." The corner of Kara's mouth moved slightly, and her breathing became completely different from usual at this time, as smooth as if she had merged into the air. The body is also softer. It is a gray-white kitten lazily basking in the sun, and its eyes are too comfortable to open.

The sniper rifle was slowly moving sideways, and the fan-shaped field of vision was being eaten away bit by bit. The enemies hiding inside could not escape Kara's sharp and sharp sight.

The map marked this as Flos' sphere of influence. He had an armed squad in the warehouse here and an entrance to the underground water network. Some of the firearms used to arm those firepower points yesterday were transported from here.

Kara also knew the inner plans of the group of arms smugglers. This was not inferred based on intelligence, but just her own intuition. She sometimes feels that she is the same type of person as those arms dealers. If she were faced with such a situation, she would definitely lead her men to fight Floss, and she would probably be the first one. The person who fired the shot.

Just like now, her current identity is not an arms smuggler, but she has decided to create an excuse for war between the two sides who dare not shoot in advance. Both sides know it well, but things have to go through a process on the surface. Just like those businessmen, no matter how shady or messy they are in private, when they meet in person, all they see is smiling faces and warm embraces. The photos taken and recorded by reporters will never lie.

"The performers are all in place, the curtain is now open." Kara loaded a bullet in the sniper rifle. A group of Floss's men could be seen in the scope taking a break. They were standing under the shed of the tin yard blowing the wind, and some were drinking and smoking.

Not far from the field shed are three bulletproof walls built up, where eight or nine heavy machine guns are set up staggered to each other, but now there are only two of them with people around them, and the rest are just empty decorations.

The underground water supply is tight and there are not enough staff? Of course not, telling someone to use a gun only takes three steps. The first step is to lift the gun and aim the crosshair at the person; the second step is to open the safety catch; and the third step is to press the trigger.

Some firearms manufactured by weapons workshops don't even have safety bolts, so the second step can be saved.

The number of people is definitely enough for defense, but what if it is used for other things? For example, take advantage of these few days to rush to the mine tunnel to do something...

Kara continued to observe until the black shadows of surrounding buildings appeared in her field of vision.

This is a small base that is not well-defended. Kara saw it through the optical sight, and no one with intuition or strong mental power sensed her vision.

There was no surgeon among these seventeen people. This was her final conclusion.

Using the various markings on the sniper scope, I silently calculated the distance from the black muzzle to there. I felt the wind force of the surrounding air through my face without any makeup, and then I finally figured out the accuracy based on the amplitude of the fluttering flag above the port warehouse. of wind speed. Before coming here, I borrowed David's instrument for weighing gold. The weight of each bullet that was weighed also came to mind at this time. Add gravity, add the wings of mathematics, and the trajectory of the rotating bullet cutting the air. It seemed to appear in her eyes at this moment.

When Kara's slender fingers gently pressed the steel part called the "trigger", a wonderful stage play began to be performed there about 3,500 meters away.

Kara named it "The Bullet of Gold."