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Volume 8 The Sword Unsheathed Chapter 133

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    Wealth and honor quietly climbed up the steps.

    Upstairs is a dilapidated platform, with several thick cement pillars supporting the tall roof, and several dark and broken brick walls that reveal a creepy mystery under the hazy moonlight.

    Because this place has been abandoned for a long time, the ground is full of fine dust. When the wind blows, the dust floats in the wind, and there is a pungent musty smell.  Fugui held the gun in his right hand and did not dare to move forward rashly. He had to carefully check the movement on the platform every step he took.

    Finally, his eyes were fixed on the wall to the north. Judging from the direction of the shot that wounded Cao Minghua in the yard just now, the sniper should be hiding there.  But he couldn't see clearly what was going on there because his eyes couldn't adapt to the light here.

    Fugui saw a concrete pillar at the entrance of the stairs in front of him. He quickly dodged over and hid behind the cement pillar without hearing any movement for a long time. He carefully poked his head out. The brick wall was still so hazy, like this platform.  He was the only one on the floor, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

    Suddenly there was gunfire downstairs.

    He had to lure the two snipers out as soon as possible. The person who just shouted really didn't have the patience to wait anymore and was ready to rush in.  The bullets of Jin Hui and the others cannot last long. If they continue to be used up, the outcome faced by the three of them is unpredictable.

    How can we draw them out?  Fugui was very anxious.  From the beginning, he knew that these two snipers were the most powerful enemies he had ever encountered. Not only were they fierce, but they were also very experienced in combat. When they were not sure, they would quietly wait for the opportunity in the dark.

    But Fugui didn¡¯t have time to wait. He had to kill them in the shortest possible time before he could go down and join Jin Hui and the others.

    He frowned and stared at the open space to the west in a daze. Since there was no wall to block it, the green light of the moon sprinkled on the cement floor, giving off a gray light.

    That is the most dangerous place because people standing there will be completely exposed.  Fugui knew in his heart that this was a taboo for military strategists. The enemy was in the dark and he was in the open. Even if he relied on the cover of cement pillars, he would become a target for others.

    But he must go there. Only in that way can he draw his opponent out. He can't wait any longer. The messy gunfire from downstairs is urging him.

    If you stand in the open, where will your opponent stand?  Fugui looked at the surrounding environment, searching for the best position for sniping.  Because if he stands there and wants to lure his opponent out, his first consideration is whether the enemy can see him from where he is currently invisible. If he wants his opponent to move, he must make accurate judgments so that he can shoot and kill his opponent in the shortest possible time.  , otherwise you will really become a target for your opponent.

    Fugui changed several angles, and finally focused on the cement pillar three meters away from him, which was the best position for sniping. He nodded secretly.  Just as he was about to take a step, his feet suddenly tripped over something.

    He lowered his head and saw a few rusty steel bars. Fugui thought for a while, then quietly knelt down and picked up the steel bars. When he lowered his head and saw that there was a steel clip, he almost jumped with excitement.

    In this place, every household has a steel clamp, which is used to protect livestock and hunt wolves, but I didn't expect to get it accidentally at this moment.

    Fugui pulled the lever hard. Although it was rusty, the spring was still very strong.  He stuck his head out to see that there was no movement around him, quickly ducked behind the pillar, and observed it carefully. His judgment was not bad. This was indeed the best angle to snipe at the bright spot.  He squatted down, stepped on the steel clamp with his feet, pulled it up with his right hand, and stuck the spring clamp on the steel plate. After doing this, he was sweating profusely.

    ¡°Perhaps he used too much force just now, and his wound started to bleed again, accompanied by excruciating pain.  Fugui unloaded the magazine, looked at the four bullets left, and nodded with satisfaction.  Two snipers, four bullets are enough!

    Fugui quietly moved toward the bright place, pretending to be looking for his opponent, and never letting his opponent notice his purpose.  Only by leading the opponent to the place where the steel clamp is placed can you achieve your goal.

    Fugui waited for a few minutes, but there was still no movement from his opponent. He had no choice but to take a few steps forward, exposing half of his body to the opponent's sight.  Fugui held the gun and pretended to search carefully. He knew very well that maybe in some dark corner, two black guns were pointed at his eyebrows!

    The gunshots downstairs became sparse, mixed with the howls of the injured, and the shrill screams echoed in the empty building, making people's hair stand on end.

    Although he only took two steps, Fugui knew that every step he took meant that he was approaching death.  He stood there nervously holding the gun, with cold sweat on his body.  He secretly warned himself that he must be calm, because facing a powerful opponent, any external interference and emotional anxiety at this time may cause him to be buried forever.

    HeFinally, his arms could no longer support him, and he slowly lay on the ground. He felt something sticky under his body, and he knew it was his own blood.

    He felt very tired and wanted to lie down like this and rest quietly for a while. He felt very thirsty and wished he could have a glass of clear and sweet water to take a sip. He licked his lips, sighed softly, and closed them slightly.  Eyes, slowly waiting for the gunshot.

    His chest felt numb again. Fugui could no longer feel the pain. He turned his face to one side and saw the pale moonlight. He wanted to raise his head and take another look at the crescent moon, but his head was too soft.  Unable to lift it up, the pale whiteness gradually blurred in his consciousness, and finally fell into darkness

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