Steel steam and flame

In the darkness, Plit kept his eyes on the sniper scope, and the large area in front could not escape his keen sight. He has always been an excellent sniper and hunter, able to maintain absolute accuracy at all times. Wait patiently for any trace of the prey to show up, and the same is true now.

But this time the prey seemed to be unusual. It was a ferocious beast that could jump up suddenly and bite out his own throat if he wasn't careful. Plit loaded the modified sniper rifle in his hand very early, and the steel trigger was always half-pressed. As long as something that his brain considers dangerous appears in his line of sight, he can shoot a bullet from a sniper rifle that can tear anything apart without going through the white matter of his brain.

In the cavity of this mine, Plit has never encountered a situation like this before, or in other words, since he became a sniper squatting here, he has never encountered anything that can make him so serious, and An opponent who can put tremendous pressure on him invisibly. All the muscles in his body were stretched early, allowing him to maintain one position for a long time without feeling tired. His body had not moved at all for several hours, and the movement of his eyes was only achieved by simply turning his eyeballs in their sockets.

He didn't know if his position had been exposed, just as he hadn't found any trace of the hidden enemy yet. All information about the enemy was a mystery. Even if there was an enemy here, he relied on his own intuition to judge it.

But he believed in his intuition, just as now his intuition told him that the enemy might be lurking very close to him. For dozens of days, he squatted alone in the lonely darkness, repeatedly observing the intertwining of light and darkness in front of him every day. Although it was boring, it did give him a strong training invisibly. The speed at which his spirit and telepathy grew in solitude surprised even him.

And now this huge sensory network is covering the entire area around him tightly, and there are no blind spots around him. In the sniper scope, fiery red eyes lit up for the first time, which were his cross pupils. Plit's intuition and sense of danger forced him to face the seemingly peaceful scenery in front of him.

Cassia rested under the gentle rock for ten minutes before starting to move again. He opened his cross pupils, but now he was still desperately suppressing his body movements. Now is not a good time. The sniper's perception network is omnidirectional, and the slightest movement can make him discover his existence.

At this time, he put his ears against the rock wall in front of him, and was highly concentrated. He gradually stopped thinking about anything in his mind, and only focused on his hearing. He wanted to read the book lying on the rock. The sniper's heart rate and breathing rate.

This is a long process, and it is indeed extremely troublesome and difficult to maintain a single clear mind. But what Cassia and Pritt lack most is time. They both have long endurance to wait for their prey to show flaws.

Time began to flow past in the silent world between the two people.

Cassia kept his ears leaning against the rock wall, and the sounds that came into his ears were filtered out one by one in his mind. When other noises gradually disappeared one by one, only two rhythms and patterns were left. Exactly the same voice. One of them is the heartbeat, the other is breathing, and they are almost integrated into one.

"Very good, the first step is completed." Cassia's thoughts changed at this time, and then his own breathing and heartbeat also changed little by little towards the regular rhythm of the sniper's heartbeat and breathing.

He carefully controlled the speed of his transformation, and time no longer had any concept in his senses. I don't know how long it took, maybe a few hours, maybe just a few minutes, before his heartbeat and breathing rhythm finally completely synchronized with that of the sniper. At this moment, Cassia's existence also disappeared from the sensory network wandering around his body.

At the same time, Plit, who was lying firmly on the rock platform, was observing the surrounding environment more carefully. It was absolutely sudden and without any warning. It kept reminding his intuition that the enemy had sneaked around him, and the vague feeling of the enemy had disappeared without a trace at this time.

At this moment, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his body, soaking his soft clothes in just a few seconds. But he still maintained absolute peace in his heart, which was his last line of defense. If this place is also breached, the price will be his own life.

This is definitely not a signal that the enemy has disappeared or evacuated, but that the enemy's hiding degree has exceeded the sense of danger that can only be caused by the intuition he has always relied on for survival. The enemy is very powerful, and like himself, he is a patient person.

The surrounding sensory network has been deepened by him again, and even the slightest movement of air can be captured by his keen touch. He was now like a spider lying in the center of a spider web. He could clearly distinguish whether the shaking of the spider web was caused by the wind and rain, or whether it was the death struggle of the real prey after it was caught in the web.

The enemy is waiting for an opportunity, and so is he. Both have roles as both prey and hunter.

Cassia has climbed up the gentle rock slope step by step. His movements are very gentle, and the touch on his skin allows him to clearly know the current flow speed and direction of the wind, which allows him to move in the process of action. He controlled his body very precisely, hiding all his movements in the natural breeze.

Some of his actions can only be deceived by the other party's perception if they are hidden within the limits allowed by the natural environment.

But he was in trouble at this moment. Ahead is the darkness where the sniper is hiding, but the perception network there seems to be visible to the naked eye. It seemed impossible to get close to him silently. And there is a raised rock between the two that needs to be climbed. No matter what method is used to get over, you must contact that piece of perception network without any flaws.

Are we going to shoot here? Cassia estimated the short distance between the two. With the speed of drawing his gun and the accuracy and power of the revolver, even if there was a thick rock between the two, he had a high chance of killing the other party. But if they do this, the burst of blue and silver bullets will be enough to alert all the snipers and other ambushed teams in the area. And this is contrary to their purpose. The mission here is to detect all useful information, not to expose the fact that they have lurked in. And this will also expose yourself to danger.

Cassia wanted to wait a little longer. If there was no chance to cut in, then the terrain detection would have to go here.

At the same moment, Plit was still lying there. He maintained this position for a long time. Once there was any movement, he could quickly get up and evacuate the squatting point after firing a shot, and then go to the next sniper location to observe the situation again. . But the current situation is that there is no movement in his eyes, and the enemy seems to have really left here. He knows that this is a psychologically suggestive illusion. The real enemy is the same type of person as him. They are all excellent hunters who are extremely patient and wait for their prey to reveal their flaws and then deliver a fatal blow. The hidden enemy is absolutely impossible. It will disappoint him. He was very excited because he had never encountered such an opponent before.

Time passed quietly again. Where neither of them paid attention, there was a pure black shadow, and a huge mouse was attracted by some smell. It crawled slowly on the ground, and its fat body made it crawl a little slowly. It stopped from time to time, raised its head and smelled in the air, and determined step by step whether it was heading in the right direction.

In the past few days, corpses have become the best food in its mouth. It had already eaten and drank enough today, but this faint familiar smell in the air attracted it to go home again. No mouse can have too much food, just like no businessman can have too much money. It followed the smell, its two round eyes seemed darker than the darkness around it.

After a few steps, it came to the source of the smell. It twitched its nose a few more times, and after confirming that it was the familiar smell of the corpse, it showed its sharp teeth without hesitation and began to chew.

The old line could not withstand the sharp teeth of the rat. With a slight sound, in less than a second, the line smeared with Cassia's blood was bitten off by the rat.

Then at the same moment, in Plit's eyes, the gas lamps that had been steadily emitting dim light suddenly flickered and then went out suddenly. He immediately held his breath and stared at the almost fan-shaped area in front of him, where there was already a situation. The subtle voice finally reached his ears after a second.

Without any hesitation, just relying on the instinctive reaction of the body, the position of the gun muzzle was reversed, and the half-pressed trigger was completely crushed. With the sniper rifle in Plit's hand as the center, a wave of air arose around his body, and a faint dust rose a little in the darkness. It was the explosive impact caused by the propelling gunpowder in the bullet case.

A specially processed bullet made a subtle gunshot sound, passing through the air with almost undetectable light, and accurately hit the mouse in the darkness that was still chewing on the wires.

But the bullet hit not just the mouse, but Plitt's own heart.

"I lost." He opened his mouth to say this, but there was no strength in his throat. The moment the bullet came out of the chamber and the feeling of his finger pressing the trigger was converted into electrical signals and transmitted to his brain's white matter, he knew that he had lost in this game between the hunter and the prey.

"If that mouse was something the enemy calculated, then I won't lose unjustly." He finally thought this way, and the tactical knife inserted into his chest twisted again, completely smashing his heart into pieces. fragments. At this moment, Plit had already stood up and was about to turn around and evacuate the sniper site before his body completely lost the last bit of life force and collapsed in Cassia's arms.