William sat by the window on the thirtieth floor, looking indifferently at the procession that was marching cautiously in the street below. He didn't aim, didn't show killing intent, and didn't plan to take any action, he just observed and kept everything in mind. Wait until a person is alone, and then play it back, familiar with everyone's steps, postures, even the most trivial habitual movements. It was also because of this that he did not attract the attention of these sensitive enemies.
In the past 24 hours, William has continuously approached them, then quickly moved away, hiding in the shadows again. He repeatedly aimed at and locked on to different enemies with consciousness, and then disappeared immediately. In this way, he tested the sensitivity of the enemy's perception and applied pressure.
William's physical strength was declining rapidly, but he believed that the enemy's physical strength was consumed faster than him. Their water has been exhausted, and there is not much high-energy food left. The most important thing is that the enemy cannot get effective sleep. William wandered around them, always waiting for the opportunity to kill the lone sentry.
William did get two chances, but he didn't strike. The sentinel had a slightly unnatural expression, as did the others who seemed to be team members or subordinates, which made William alert. Although all ten people were present, and William believed that there were no other people ambushing around, he always felt that such an easy victory was a bit strange, and the opponent was not someone who would make such a mistake. After carefully observing the surrounding terrain and silently calculating all the locations suitable for sniping, William somewhat understood the opponent's cards.
The terrain in the city is complex, and it does not have the conditions for ultra-long-range sniping in open areas. And around the opponent's two resting places, all the places where long-range sniping can be carried out, the farthest distance is less than 700 meters. This was true both times.
It seems that there must be a person who is good at perception and detection among the opponents, and his sensing range should be 700 meters. And this man... William immediately thought of the gray-haired young man who stopped him thinking he would be shot. He looks slender, even a little shy, and silently follows the action of the large group, and he is rarely seen expressing his opinion. However, it was this young man who not only sensed his murderous intent, but also stopped the sniper bullet at the very moment!
How many unknown abilities does this gray-haired and gray-eyed young man have?
Another severe pain hit William's head. He looked away, held his head in his hands, and his whole body was trembling slightly. After about half a minute, the trembling of the body slowly stopped. William leaned against the wall, breathing slowly, each exhalation was long and silent. He could not make any strenuous movements, for the wolves were marching not far away, and even the slightest sudden change might be noticeable.
At this time, there was a muffled sound of gunshots in the distance, like the sound of pent-up thunder, rumbling.
Almost at the same time as the gunshots sounded, the subordinates in the team already took evasive actions, while Laiknar and O'Brien took a step to the side before the gunshots.
Only Lucas stood still, continuing to smoke a cigarette boredly. If William was aiming at him, then he thought he was going to die, and it was useless to hide. If OBrien was willing to save him and Lucas stayed where he was, he could also ease the difficulty for OBrien.
There were only gunshots, but no bullets.
Laiknar accelerated suddenly, although he ran in irregular directions, his speed was still palpitatingly fast. In a blink of an eye, he found the source of the gunshots, and then stopped with a livid face.
This is an abandoned seven-story building, even in the old era, it is a relatively old building. The most obvious feature is that the room is large and the ceiling is high, and the windows are small but the number does not affect the lighting. Later, the building was repurposed for unknown purposes, and most of the windows were closed with bricks, leaving one or two small windows to make the room very dark, even creatures that fear sunlight such as living corpses can enter Activity.
There is almost no furniture in the room, and it looks very empty. A large pile of flesh and blood is stuck to the opposite wall, and it is burning. Half of the chest and the entire arm of a living corpse disappeared, howling and rolling on the ground. An empty shell casing was embedded on the ground, and a few stones and pieces of scrap steel were scattered here and there. There was another bullet embedded in the floor, with some knock marks on it. This is an incendiary bomb, and the warhead is still coated with the blood and flesh of an unknown creature. It seems that these living corpses thought there was more delicious bone marrow inside, so they kept beating, and the bullets detonated. The living corpse struggling on the floor was obviously the unlucky ghost.
This is a simple but effective trap.
Serial trap!
When Laiknar suddenly woke up, a strong chill suddenly appeared in his heart! Almost instinctively, he suddenly fell down, and at the same time knocked down a subordinate standing beside him.
A bullet shot in from the window on the other side, pasted closely to the body of the subordinate and Laiknar, and rushed towards O'Brien who had just stood firm on the window sill.
When the bullet hit, O'Brien had already activated the defensive force field. Like the previous time, the bullet slowed down suddenly, and began to turn red and deformed under the action of huge kinetic energy, and finally broke through his defensive force field, turned into a metal jet, and shot towards his chest.
O'Brien pinned his feet on the balcony, and his whole body suddenly fell to the side, narrowly passing through this fatal jet of metal. He reached out and pressed lightly on a discarded electric wire, and his body bounced back strangely, still standing straight on the window sill.
With a cigarette in his mouth, Li Gaoli was climbing up the drainpipe of the outer wall when he suddenly felt the heat on the top of his head. In the balcony.
Dozens of extremely hot metal droplets fell one after another, and many of them fell on the position where Lucas was just now. If it wasn't for his quick flash, he would definitely lose a piece of flesh when he was touched by these liquid metal droplets.
O'Brien stood upright on the balcony. Whether he was standing or sitting, he always maintained a military and aristocratic demeanor. His face was frighteningly pale, with occasional flashes of sickly red, his lips were purplish-gray, and large beads of sweat kept falling on his forehead.
The moment he blocked the bullet, O'Brien felt another faint stabbing pain from the side of his head. This time the meaning was still: "Next time, I will kill you."
In an abandoned office building a thousand kilometers away, William sat quietly on the bare concrete floor, wiping the barrel of the gun after firing. The remaining glass curtain wall hangs outside the building, reflecting the sky and blocking William's figure. Beside William, there was a row of more than ten rounds of bullets, each of which was painted in a different color, representing different types of bombs such as incendiary bombs, armor-piercing bombs, high-explosive bombs, and so on. In William's mind, the map kept adjusting the angle, recalling every detail of the neighborhood.
The afterglow of dusk shines on the glass curtain wall, reflecting a large swath of dazzling multicolored brilliance. William knew that if this intense light lasted for at most 20 minutes, the whole city would be plunged into the deepest darkness.
Twenty minutes later, the last ray of light disappeared on the horizon on time, and this huge deserted city was completely hidden in darkness.
Standing in the middle of an alley, Laiknar looked up at the towering buildings on the left and right, and remained silent. O'Brien stood beside him, finally he could not conceal the tiredness on his face, but there was still a smile on his face. Even Lucas, who was working the most easily, felt his body begin to feel heavy.
This game of chase is not easy, the roles of hunter and prey are constantly switched.
Everyone has to be on guard against bullets that will come from nowhere. Although William only fired one shot and only set up a trap during the whole process, everyone is in a state of tension all the time and their physical strength is rapidly exhausted. . After blocking William's shot, O'Brien's spirit was obviously exhausted, and most of his physical strength seemed to be exhausted. No one knew how many more shots he could block.
Under the darkness of night, the city is like a black and colossal behemoth, which seems to fall down at any moment, crushing everyone into a meat paste.
It has been a whole day and night in this labyrinthine city.
Tiredness is like a climbing vine, which quietly climbs up Laiknar's heart, and the branches stretch out, spreading all over every corner. For the first time, Laiknar felt that the glory of catching William was not as attractive as it was at the beginning. Compared with the bright future, the threat to life was more practical. Although the previous tracking was very difficult, and every kilometer closer to the vast wilderness was a victory, he had always been confident. Maybe others would be afraid of ultra-long-range snipers, but the Black Dragonriders would not. The Black Dragonriders have all received strict anti-sniper training. Perhaps William's threat far exceeded that of ordinary snipers, but at least this team with O'Brien still had the capital to hunt him down.
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Now that the prey is close at hand, William seems to be everywhere in this huge city, and there is no sign of preparing to leave, but...
Laiknar turned his head, and what he saw was O'Brien's pale face, which shook the last bit of his ambition.
"Maybe you are right, let's leave here first, and then call the headquarters for support." Laiknar's smile was a bit forced. Now that his physical strength was exhausted and his will was about to collapse, he finally began to regret the wasted energy at the K7 base and the Falcon headquarters. At the time, the energy used to incinerate the untouchables who dared to offend or deceive him was so insignificant that it only needed a few hours of rest to fully recover. But after a few days and nights, who would have expected that there would be no time and opportunity for a full rest? Even with sufficient manpower, it would not be a problem to arrange sentries theoretically. However, with William's sniper ability, no one dared to go into a deep sleep. Under the shadow of such a muzzle, his comrades became completely unreliable. Now every ounce of physical strength and energy is so precious.
And looking back now, the intense excitement and pleasure during the massacre was also very exhausting.
William, hiding in the dark, is like the most cunning rotten wolf, patiently waiting for the moment when his prey is exhausted. Undoubtedly, William, who was seriously injured, should have fallen before the rigorously trained Black Dragonriders, but the game of tracking and anti-tracking has been played until now, and it is Laiknar and his subordinates who are the first to be unable to support them!
Maybe William will collapse in another minute and give up, but maybe this will never happen again.
A group of people walked silently in the darkness, except for Laiknar, all the followers seemed to relax. Passing through the intersection ahead, you will reach the edge of the city, you can find a safe place to camp, and call the Black Dragonrider headquarters for support. After experiencing William's cunning and perseverance, almost all the subordinates believed that only by calling in high-level dragon knights would it be possible to capture this cunning creature.
The abandoned city is full of large pieces of cement, overgrown steel bars, and faults in the roadbed, which look particularly hideous in the dark.
Hula la! A large group of huge bats flew up from the distance of the city. They seemed to be frightened, and they flew over Laikona in groups, almost completely covering the already extremely dark night.
Crash.
Less than ten meters away from Laiknar, a fingertip-sized piece of concrete rolled down from a pile of waste soil and rubbish.
Laiknar suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and then saw a group of shining flames lit up ten meters away!
At this moment, Laiknar's spirit entered a state of extreme tension and calmness. He almost watched the bullet head spinning and flying, and a layer of light appeared on the bullet body under the high-speed friction of the air. There were faint traces of flames, and then disappeared above his vision.
"It's actually between the eyebrows..." Laikner still had time to conjure up such a thought, but unfortunately, the speed of his consciousness had completely outlived his body's ability to react. During the process of the bullet flying over the ten meters, Laikner's body completely There is no way around it.
The bullet pierced Laiknar's forehead, and then flew out from the back of his head. The huge kinetic energy lifted his entire skull, and then flew close to the head of a subordinate, flying his entire ear, and the blood immediately poured down Like a waterfall.
The sudden change almost stunned everyone!
Just behind a large pile of construction waste ten meters away, a faint black figure jumped into the entrance of the underground passage next to it with great agility, and disappeared into the completely dark corridor.
Laiknar was still standing, maintaining a straight posture, and slowly fell backwards.
A warm, trembling hand supported Laiknar, gently laying him flat and lying down. Laiknar stared blankly at the night sky, slowly stretched his right hand upwards, as if he was groping for something.
O'Brien held Laiknar's hand. A trace of comfort flashed across Laiknar's blank eyes, and he clenched his right hand tightly, like a drowning man finding a straw. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but at this moment, the light in his eyes had already lost, and his right hand gradually weakened and loosened.
This time, it was O'Brien who held Laiknar's hand tightly, preventing him from slipping. The left hand supporting Laiknar's head was soaked with a lot of warm and slippery sensations, but O'Brien didn't dare to look at it!
O'Brien's gray hair suddenly flew up, and he roared angrily towards the darkness: "I'm not going to kill me next?! You liar!"
The roar was booming and booming, and it spread out for an unknown distance, echoing back and forth among the towering skyscrapers. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have thought that this slender body would make such a huge volume!
All the subordinates looked at each other in blank dismay, they didn't understand the meaning of OBrien's roar.
O'Brien seemed to see William sneering at him in the vast night sky, mocking his innocence. He has been concentrating on sensing the range of 500-800 meters, which is the best distance for a sniper to launch an attack, but he didn't expect that William would dare to lurk on the way they left, and kept them close to within ten meters before shooting. No matter how powerful the defensive force is, it takes time to activate. If this shot is fired at O'Brien, he will also be unable to resist it. Although he will not die, at least he will be seriously injured.
But this shot was fired at Laiknar.
O'Brien gently put Laiknar down, stood up abruptly, and ran towards the dark underground passage! As soon as he exerted his strength, his figure immediately turned into a thin puff of smoke, almost no slower than William.
"Your Excellency O'Brien!" The subordinates only had time to shout, and O'Brien had already disappeared deep in the underground passage.
The subordinates immediately rushed to the underground passage, but at this moment they heard Lucas' voice coldly, "Do you want to kill O'Brien?"
The followers stopped on the spot, and turned angrily to stare at Lucas, an outsider. In fact, they also knew clearly in their hearts that after the furious OBrien rushed into the underground passage, it was impossible for them to catch up to him no matter what.
"There is almost no light down there, and the terrain is very
very complicated. Ignoring the gazes of his subordinates who could kill him, Lucas said unhurriedly: "You can't play a role there. If you encounter danger, your master can't leave you alone." In order to save you, he will probably lose his life! So the best way is to wait here. "
The followers gradually quieted down, and then dispersed. They restrained Laiknar's body, reported to the headquarters for support, and set up camps, established cordons, division of labor in an orderly manner, and everything was handled in an orderly manner. The overall ability and quality of these seven followers can be compared with the most elite secret guards of the Roxland Company, but their equipment and military quality are far superior to those of the secret guards.
Lucas, who watched all this silently, had imperceptible worries in his eyes. In the dark night, there is only a little fire that flickers on and off. This is Lucas's cigarette butt, which is particularly conspicuous in the dark. But no one came to stop him. O'Brien has already personally hunted and killed William, presumably this extremely dangerous and calm sniper has no chance to snipe and kill everyone again. And those nocturnal creatures attracted by the light of Lucas' fireworks were scared away by the strong dangerous atmosphere tens of meters away.
Lucas smoked one cigarette after another. The moment Laiknar was ambushed, he saw William, and he believed that William knew of his existence. There was no emotional fluctuation in the emerald pupils that had left a deep impression on him, and the cold gaze was like a basin of ice water, drenching him from head to bottom. William didn't convey any information to him at all, so he turned and jumped into the underground passage.
Lucas believed that that cold gaze itself contained enough information.
As for O'Brien, Lucas has no idea what kind of abilities this unfathomable young man will display when he is angry. And William, the William with beautiful eyes almost weird, is more like the king in the dark.
In the cobweb-like underground tunnel that hides countless deadly creatures, only God knows what the outcome of the life-and-death fight between two people will be.
Lucas' cigarette case was empty. He searched his pockets, but couldn't find a single cigarette, only two old-time cigars in beautiful wrappers. He touched the two cigars greedily, as if he was stroking the flesh of the lover in his dream with that fanatical and cautious energy. In the end, Lucas took his hand out of the lining pocket of his clothes, glanced at the temporary camp built by his subordinates, and spat out thick phlegm with a bah sound.
These subordinates do not smoke or drink alcohol, they are no different from the Puritans in the legends of the old days. Even that Laiknar who liked to use flames to scorch people little by little, and who felt strange pleasure when he heard the screams, didn't smoke, drink, or use any stimulating drugs. If it wasn't for Laiknar's naked and undisguised desire when he looked at Li, Lucas would have thought that he had no interest in women at all, otherwise why would he not touch that pretty good-looking woman in Asmo at all, But just tortured and killed? Maybe this guy is a coward who can't get hard at all, even if Li is given to him, there is a high possibility that Li will whip him hard with a whip in the end, looking for an orgasm amidst trampling and pain. If it was more perverted, it might be begging Li to use William's huge pistol to kill him. And if Li happens to pull the trigger at this moment...
Lucas glanced at the camp of the subordinates. Laiknar's body was wrapped in a bag made of airtight raincloth and placed in the center of the temporary camp. Some kind of unknown gas was blown into the pocket, which seemed to have both refrigeration and antiseptic effects. For the deceased, Lucas didn't have any respectful thoughts, and even deliberately speculated on him with the most vicious thoughts.
People from large companies generally do not regard people living in settlements as their own kind, just as in the eyes of residents in settlements, there is no difference between refugees and mobs, and they can be regarded as beasts like rotten wolves. But before joining the Roxland Company, Lucas was also a refugee, so he saw them differently from others.
In times of turmoil, the differences between rank and class are sometimes greater than racial differences. Even Lucas doesn't think it's a big deal to kill a settlement resident who dares to offend him these days. But Laiknar is different, he didn't kill one or a few residents, but massacred them!
In K7, in the Falcon Manor, all the subordinates watched Laiknar wielding flames and burning the human body with normal expressions, and watched Laiknar personally insert the Falcon leader on a randomly selected wooden stake with normal expressions, They also put the remaining eleven falcon men on the stakes one by one with normal expressions. The old people who resisted were all thrown into the burning farm house. When the subordinates wanted to do the same to the women and children, O'Brien rushed over and stopped them, letting these women and children leave. Although the fate of these women and children will not be much better than that of men after losing their shelter, at least they can live for a few more days.
So Lucas knew that in the eyes of the black dragonriders, the people in the settlement were not of the same kind, even O'Brien was the same. Even though he showed compassion towards women and children, that kind of compassion was more like treating harmless little animals.
Thinking of the scene at that time, Lucas felt a strange discomfort in his body, as if those wooden stakes were being inserted into his body one by one. He cursed in a low voice, and when he thought of the scene of Laiknar's body leaking down again, he felt a strange pleasure in his heart, and really wanted to trample the half of his head to pieces again.
William's roaring shot gave Lucas a hard time. He even had the urge to buy William a drink, although reason told him that the reason why William didn't aim at him was mostly because it wasn't worth it. Such a good opportunity, of course, to kill a worthwhile guy.