"The sound of this gunshot is the TAC-50 produced by Macmillan Firearms Company, which is an evergreen tree among anti-materiel sniper rifles. Although this gun has been officially retired from the army in the 922nd year of the New Era, due to its It has excellent performance and has not been discontinued. Some snipers in the army and mercenaries often purchase this kind of firearms in private names, and their holdings are quite large." Thirty-three Rushu Jiazhen, who has many years of service experience, said, "Zero point The five-inch caliber is very useful for dealing with small and medium-sized indigenous creatures, and coupled with more than a dozen special ammunition with different functions, it is enough to deal with various situations in small-scale battles."
Ke Lan, the famous name of the TAC-50 anti-materiel sniper rifle, has also heard of it. In the old era, it once set a record for the longest sniper distance of 3,500 meters. But now, it is one of the few firearms from the old era that can still be seen in the hands of the regular army - this also proves the performance of this weapon from the side... Compared with various new firearms, it may be as good as excellent. The word doesn't match it, but it is more stable and reliable.
"The source of the gunfire was due north of the advancing route, twenty-seven kilometers away from us." Asano Akira quickly reported the location of the shooter.
"Do you want to stop the car?" Ivan asked Ke Lan, "It's not clear whether the other party is an enemy or a friend... Once we exchange fire with the other party, it will inevitably attract the attention of the Ark reconnaissance unit."
Ke Lan did not answer immediately, nor did he stop the car, but he slowed down the car slightly.
"Speaking of which, the reason for our trip is to wipe out the remnants of the heretical sect, and the intelligence also said that there are signs of activities of the remnants of the heretical sect in this area. Could it be such a coincidence that we bumped into it, right?" Thirty San spit out the chewing gum, wrapped it in aluminum foil candy wrapper, and stuffed it into a garbage bag hanging in the car.
"How good are the equipment of the remnants of the heretical sect?" Ivan asked with some confusion.
"That's impossible to say. Over the past few decades, regular troops and mercenaries have lost at least five hundred TAC-50 sniper rifles in the wilderness for various reasons. Even if these lost guns are damaged, You can make several complete guns by piecing them together with parts. This thing is not a precision sniper system that needs to be connected to a computer and an environmental monitoring device, and the requirements for care and maintenance are not that high." Thirty-three explained. , "I wouldn't be surprised if the Exiles could bring out a TAC-50... Besides, aren't the heretical sects connected with the top leaders of Ark? Not to mention the TAC-50, even if they have more advanced weapons and equipment , that’s also normal.”
"The Arasaka family, the Williams family... are all closely related to the heretical sect. With the energy of these big families, it is not difficult to provide some weapons to the heretical sect believers in the wilderness." Thirty-three He continued, "What's more, even in the 'supreme' undead crew association, there are 'inner ghosts'... Our real enemy is actually never outside."
"Fortunately, we are in the wilderness." Ke Lan shrugged and joked, "If we were on the ark, I would have to cover your mouth right now... You dare to say anything without risking your life?"
"You yourself are a member of the Undead Crew Club, and I'm still afraid of a hammer." Thirty-three's tone sounded like a knife, "Is it possible that you can still catch me and shoot me?"
"Stop talking. The shooter is so close to us. Should we just drive past him without caring about him?" Ivan couldn't help but say.
"No rush, let's see who the other party is first." Ke Lan's right hand dragged on the touch screen, and a new reconnaissance drone quickly took off from the roof of the car and flew towards the direction of the gunfire. .
But before the drone could reach that area, the TAC-50's gunfire rang out again.
"In addition to this sniper rifle, there were sporadic gunshots from automatic weapons." Asano Akira said.
At a distance of twenty kilometers, even the thunderous gunfire of the TAC-50 was greatly weakened. Like the gunfire of smaller-caliber automatic weapons, in addition to professional sound collection equipment, only Asano Akira Only those with special abilities can hear it.
"Approximately how many guns are there?" Ke Lan's heart moved and he asked immediately.
"Twenty-five, no, it's twenty-eight." Akira Asano listened for a while and replied - the off-road vehicle did not stop, and the sound of the wheels and the ground friction was at least one hundred decibels. It can be heard in such a noisy environment. He could distinguish the details of gunshots twenty kilometers away, and even Thirty-three couldn't help but look at them.
"They seem to be exchanging fire with each other." The next second, Asano Akira dropped another heavyweight news.
"How did you judge it?" Thirty-three couldn't help turning his head from the passenger seat and glanced at Asano Akira.
"The moment the TAC-50 sniper rifle fired, a gunshot suddenly interrupted." Akira Asano said, "I think the gunman was hit by a sniper rifle."
Just when Thirty-Three was still about to say something, the drone controlled by Ke Lan finally flew over the location of the gunfight and transmitted back the captured scene.
I saw three off-road vehicles forming a Z-shaped defensive position on the flat ground. Several men wearing assault jackets and light tactical helmets were relying on the off-road vehicles as a cover to pour firepower outside. The man using TAC The -50 sniper is a woman. From time to time, she will poke the muzzle out of the gap in the vehicle and fire a shot without warning.
A little further away, there was an off-road vehicle that rolled over on its side. Not far from the vehicle were several corpses dressed very similar to them.
The identity of the guys who were fighting with these people was very obvious - tattered and dirty clothes, various violently modified homemade firearms, wasteland-style trucks covered with spikes and spikes, and three people wearing black robes. The guys who were cowering behind the crowd and dancing and not knowing what they were doing... Obviously, this group of people was the "target" of Ke Lan and the others: the remnants of the heretical sect operating near the Great Basin.
"These people... look at their clothes and vehicles, they don't look like exiles." Thirty-three pondered, "But they don't look like members of the military either... Although several of them should have been in the army, Definitely not an active military member.”
Ivan nodded and continued: "It's not like a relic hunter. I have never seen a relic hunter carrying an anti-material sniper rifle... What use can that thing have in a relic? These more than ten kilograms Wouldn’t it be nice to replace the weight with just-necessary supplies?”
"Could they be explorers? But this is too unprofessional, isn't it? The Great Basin can be considered a medium-to-high-intensity radiation area, but these people don't even wear protective equipment. Is it possible that all of them are high-level transformers?"
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Department, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
