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    "Bang!" "Bang!" The fourth and fifth shots were fired one after another, but they had no practical meaning other than making some noise.  The sniper's face had turned as pale as his finger that was tightening on the trigger. He had fired all the bullets in the magazine without causing any damage to the opponent. Looking at the strange figure, he knew that he had not reloaded.  Opportunity.

    At this time, Qiuhui was only fifty meters away from the sniper. The wind blew his hair back and the eternal indifference on his face was clearly visible.

    "Papa papa" Enke couldn't bear the huge pressure and pulled the trigger of the cz75. Every time the muzzle jumped, a bullet was shot out rapidly.  The sniper was unwilling to just give up the M2 sniper rifle in his hand. He took a few steps back and pressed the Kashun, letting the empty magazine fall to the ground. He took out a new magazine with his other hand and loaded it in.  Pulling the trigger of the gun neatly, he chose to kneel and hold the gun body with his left hand, and his right shoulder was firmly against the butt of the gun.

    The sniper was very satisfied with his smooth series of movements, even the veterans he saw in the army could only do so.  But when he looked up at the target, he found that everything had changed.

    Qiuhui stood less than 20 meters away from the sniper, holding a fighting knife in his hand, with the handle pointing directly at Enke.  Enke's body fell slowly as if playing in slow motion, and blood was gurgling from a cut in his throat.  Qiu Hui turned his head towards the sniper, who could clearly see a gunshot wound on his opponent's left leg.  Enko's death was not meaningless, at least he hit Qiuhui.

    Qiuhui didn't move. There was only one flying blade left in Nighthawk's sword. If he didn't find a perfect opportunity, he would not use this last trump card, but his legs were trembling a little.

    The sniper also did not move, and he only had one chance left. It was not wise to shoot with a sniper rifle at such a close distance. The gun body was too long, there was no easy aiming hole, and the gun had to be pulled back after each shot.  The machine is unloaded and loaded.  .  .  .  .  .  If he can't hit the opponent with one shot, he won't have a second chance.

    The sniper¡¯s fingers were a little stiff due to high tension, but even so, he did not dare to move his fingers away from the trigger. The man in front of him put great pressure on himself. As long as he slacked off even a little bit, he might suffer disaster.

    The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, with only two pairs of murderous eyes staring at each other.  Suddenly, Qiu Hui's feet made a slight "pop" sound.  The sniper took a quick glance and saw the blood from Qiu Hui's thigh wound dripping down his trousers and turning into a crimson dot on the ground.

    The moment his eyes moved, Qiu Hui swung the fighting knife slightly, and a black shadow shot into the sniper's chest at a speed that was almost beyond visual capture.  The sniper fell down in surprise. He never thought that the outcome of this battle would be decided by a drop of blood.

    Qiuhui's legs gave way and he sat down on the ground. He looked at the sniper lying aside with lingering fear and thought to himself that he would never take such a risk again. Cold weapons cannot fight against modern weapons after being distanced.  He tore off a piece of his shirt and stabbed it hard on the wound on his thigh. A stinging pain made him wince.  The bullet didn't penetrate his thigh, and the bullet left in the wound made him feel heartbroken every time he moved.  Qiuhui didn't have time to treat his wounds. The unexpected appearance of the sniper made him realize that the danger hidden in this town was beyond his imagination. He needed weapons so that he could protect himself when he was injured.

    Qiuhui picked up Enke's pistol and unloaded the magazine and looked at it. There were still four bullets in it. He casually inserted the gun into his waist, then picked up the sniper rifle on the ground and walked toward the nearest car with his muzzle up.  .

    Qiu Hui¡¯s peripheral vision swept across the closed doors and windows on the roadside. He knew that there were pairs of eyes watching him there. It was just because his vigorous ¡°performance¡± just made these people fearful, so he chose to watch indifferently.  This place is far away from the city, and many residents are not good people. The only way to scare them is to show their strength.

    It was extremely difficult for Qiu Hui to walk just a few dozen steps. He had to be wary of hostile residents who might appear at any time, and he also had to try his best to pretend that the injury on his leg was not serious, at least to make the people around him think that he still had a chance to fight.  force.

    Finally he walked to the car and put his hand on the door.

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