"What should I do?" Ono's heart almost jumped out of his heart.

He was a disciple led by Yamamoto, but his mind was always weak. In addition, he had never seen such a situation, and his nervousness almost filled every cell of his cell. Even with Yamamoto by his side, he could not control his inner fear.

If this kid hadn't been associated with the Emperor and was assigned to study sniping at Yamamoto's sect, Yamamoto wouldn't have accepted such a shameful kid as his apprentice.

Moreover, Yamamoto never acknowledged his relationship with him and only allowed him to call himself a senior, so this relationship seemed very subtle.

"Hold your gun tightly and stay calm. As long as you don't get out of this big tree, the other party will not be able to find your specific position. There is nothing to do with you!" Yamamoto kicked the boy and then said in a commanding tone.

"Ha!" Ono immediately responded, holding the gun in his hand tightly in his hand, but he could never calm his trembling body.

Yamamoto glared at Ono with contempt, ignored the boy and pulled the bullet in his hand and loaded the bullet. He held the butt tightly with his right hand, and put his index finger on the trigger, ready to lift the gun and fire at any time.

Then he took off the hat he was wearing on his head with his left hand, grabbed the brim of the hat and gently pushed it from the fork, and exposed the other side of the hat.

At this moment, Wang Si was concentrating on the big tree, and the moment the hat came out naturally could not escape his eyes, and he pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

With a bang, the bullet rushed out of the muzzle of Wang Si's rifle, flew straight to the point in the middle of the hat, and penetrated directly.

I saw the hat being pressured by the bullets flying over, and the bullets flew directly from the middle of the hat in Yamamoto's hand.

As the bullet flew by, Yamamoto raised the sniper rifle in his right hand and pointed the trigger at the position where Wang Si was shooting.

The bullet then shot back along the ballistics shot by Wang Sizi. The moment the gunshot fell, the bullet flew towards Wang Si's eyebrows.

Wang Si felt something was wrong, so he turned over and lay down, and saw the bullet flying over his leaning eyebrows and shooting into the messy weeds.

As he lies down, his body falls slightly into a hillside, rolls down behind the stones in a valley below and stops.

Although his hands and right foot were scratched to varying degrees while rolling, and it was still a little painful, Wang Si was still secretly glad that he had escaped.

If he hadn't been quick-witted and happened to encounter this small hill, his life would have been thrown into the grass.

After landing behind the stone, Wang Si did not care about the pain in his hands. He immediately pulled the bolt to remove the empty shell, and then another bullet was loaded quickly.

Then he leaned against the edge of the stone, held the gun in his hand tightly, aiming at the position where he fell. He concluded that his opponent would definitely come to check his condition, and this was the opportunity he was waiting for.

Wang Si had already looked at the surrounding environment. As long as he finished firing the shot in his hand, he would roll around the big stone and rush to the back of the big tree on the side to hide. Anyway, he could not stay there any longer, waiting to die.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the blood oozed out of his hands dripped out in time. Wang Si began to feel thirsty with his lips, and the sweat on his forehead almost covered his eyes and blocked his vision.

But the other party was not moving at all. The grass was still quiet, and only the breeze was constantly blowing the leaves of the weeds, making a faint sound.

Wang Si kept lying by the stone motionless, insisting on guarding the sniper seat there. He knew very well that what they were competing for at this time was patience. If they couldn't calm down before sleeping, anyone should die.

The sun shines on the earth in a scorching heat, causing the temperature of the earth to rise rapidly, which is extremely unfavorable for Wang Si's wounds. The high temperature may even cause Wang Si to fall into a coma.

However, Wang Si, who was determined, had no intention of being shaken at all. He just stumbled his head slightly, shook off some of the sweat from his eyes and forehead, and then continued to lie down.

The scratched wound was soaked with sweat containing salt so that his muscles were trembling. The short gun's hand was almost out of control, but he just made some posture adjustments and continued to stick to it.

"Senior Yamamoto, have you hit him?" Ono could hardly hold on behind the big tree. He could not tolerate his position continuing, otherwise he would believe he would be unable to walk.

"I don't know!" Yamamoto couldn't be sure if his shot hit the opponent, but he knew it was no longer safe to stay behind this big tree.

But he was following Ono, a burden, and he really didn't know what to do for a while. As long as this kid ran out with him, there was no suspense to reveal his position, and he couldn't take that risk.

"Then what should we do?" Ono asked Yamamoto, wondering how long they would have to hold on like this.

"You keep waiting here, I'll check the situation!" Yamamoto thought for a moment, feeling that it was not a big deal to keep hidden here, so he decided to go over and see what the situation was there, at least he had to make sure that the opponent was dead or injured.

After saying that, Yamamoto held the gun in his hand and slowly approached the grass. The further he walked forward, the faster his heartbeat in his chest was accelerating.

He controlled the speed of his breathing as much as possible, reduced the sound of his footsteps on dead branches and leaves, and then leaned towards the grass step by step.

When he was about five or six meters away from the grass, he suddenly stopped and stared at the direction in front of the gun. He first searched in several directions near the grass, and then listened quietly to the sounds around him.

A strong murderous aura filled the air. He felt that his opponent was still in a nearby corner, aiming at him with a gun.

This made him put his right foot up again, and he did not dare to take a step further rashly.

The heartbeat in his chest was still accelerating, and the temperature of his body dropped sharply, as if his whole body was no longer his own.

However, he did not find the target he needed to find through his glasses and lenses, which made him feel very unsure.

What a sniper fears most is not that the enemy aims at him with a gun, but that he is afraid that he will not be able to find the person who aims at him with a gun, because in this way his life will be completely controlled by the other party.

He had a premonition that the opponent he met this time was not an ordinary person, and he had already felt danger coming to his side, which made him shudder.

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