48 Hours a Day

[Name: Filter Lenses]

[Quality: D]

[Action: The field of view within 300 meters is not affected by factors including light, natural environment, etc.

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Zhang Heng and Abu are now about two hundred and seventy meters away, just within the range of [filter lenses], equipped with this Class D prop, centered on him, and the storm within 300 meters nearby was as if it had disappeared in his sight, while the light was compensated.

Opposite Abu on the other side, he was indeed troubled by the rain at the moment, and he could only desperately lift his ears and search for a target by hearing.

Abu's spiritual height was concentrated, his right ear moved slightly, and the next moment he suddenly rolled out of the stone, leaned over, set up a gun, pulled the trigger in one direction, and then, regardless of the outcome, quickly hid towards the next bunker.

This whole continuum took less than two seconds to make any peer in the world sweat.

Yet the moment he climbed up, his lower back was sore.

Abu glared at his eyes and even covered his face with suspicion of pain, then his knees softened and fell on muddy land.

His brain told Abu that he was in a precarious situation and that he should get up and move to a safe place as soon as possible, yet the reality was brutal and his whole body was unconscious and not even a finger could move.

Nobody knows the power of a sniper better than Abu, the sniper.

He used to shoot a sniper in the forehead of a target two kilometres away, and the latter's head exploded like a watermelon.

And now he doesn't have to bow his head, and he knows how bad his lower back is.

The opposite shot not only bled out a fist-sized hole in his body, but also damaged his lumbar spine.

In other words, he's on the Death List by now.

Zhang Heng was not in a hurry. He picked up the backpack that he threw aside as bait.

Clearly there was little time to aim, but Abu Na shot accurately into the backpack in the bush, and the Lego building blocks burst into the ground, and this kind of shooting may only be described by God.

Even Zhang Heng, the opponent, had to pay the greatest tribute, so when he had packed his backpack, he walked to Abu and gave him a final farewell.

Abu's blood loss was quick and fierce, but a moment later, Kung Fu fell into a state of disorientation, and his eyes were still full of discontent as he lingered.

Yet, at the last moment of his life, he could do nothing but recall the confrontation over and over again, confirming that he had done everything he could and had not made any mistakes, but that the end result was so ironic.

He's paralyzed in the mud right now, like a loser.

Although Abu could not speak, Zhang Heng knew what the latter wanted to ask. He reached out and took the [filter lens] out of his pocket and swayed in front of him.

Abu's already gray eyes suddenly burst into shock, he seemed to regain the confidence of the first sniper, and miraculously opened his mouth again, with a weak voice, "You... you won, I... you didn't lose? ”

“Hmm.” Zhang Heng nodded.

With this answer, Abu's satisfied expression was forever set on his pale face.

Zhang Heng won the battle and scored 20 points for the game.

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The sniper showdown on this side has split, while the battle near the warehouse on the other side has entered a phase of whiteheat.

With the arrival of two people in the wine cellar, the black nest had taken full advantage of the fire, while the drones flew to the glass window to act as eyes, and the people in the warehouse became more and more feeble, not even having time to catch a breath, completely unable to lift their heads.

The man with the earrings can only yell at the other side of the transmitter, “Are you fucking done? If you don't come, you'll have to collect my body! ”

This time it was finally no longer a silence.

“Already in place.” Zhang Hengdao.

At the same time, pulling the trigger, the person running in front of him suddenly flew away. He had already raised the rifle in his hand and almost faced the man in the earring in the warehouse, but never had a chance to fire a bullet again.

Zhang Heng in the woods is now fully in sniper mode.

He hardly needed any adjustment, swiveled the gun head quickly and found his next target.

With the second shot, a section of the latter's leg suddenly exploded, and the whole person rolled on the ground in pain, making the scene a little less suitable for children.

This gun is a mistake for Zhang Heng. After all, the effective range of [filter lenses] is only 300 meters, but the warehouse has clearly exceeded this distance, so he cannot point to where and where.

But that's enough precision.

Zhang Hengdu fired a total of eight shots, two of them were defeated, and the remaining six shot at the target, including the coffee man, all lying on the ground.

The man with the earrings complained that the battle was over when he was no longer a bait.

He probed out, and besides some faint groans, the world had been quieted down again.

Zhang Heng then shot down the two drones he wanted to escape. Finally, he put away his sniper gun and got up and walked down the hill.

“Did you get the system notification?” The man with the earrings asked.

“Hmm?”

“I mean, do these guys have players from across the street?” The man with the earrings also came out of the warehouse, still holding the pistol in his hand, probing the bodies with his toes in turn, and replenishing the guy with one breath left.

“No.” Zhang Hengdao, this is also his somewhat unexpected place. In terms of the armed forces, the black nest undoubtedly occupies the upper part. Since the opposite side has accepted the war book, there must be a player behind it. In theory, there should also be a player figure in this war.

The player from the opposite camp, Zhang Heng, had already seen a woman in red and had good strength. However, after the war in the parking lot, the latter's life and death were unknown. As for the rest of the player, Zhang Heng was not very clear. Looking at the coffee man, he looked like the commander of the group. However, the latter was shot down and Zhang Heng did not receive any system prompts.

“Are the players of the opposite camp so cowardly that they want to kill us by the power of the Black Nest alone?” Men's earrings frowned.

He had already examined almost all the bodies on the ground, leaving only the last position of the coffee man, who had behaved somewhat badly in the previous battle, yelling to let his men fight, but was shrinking himself. Especially when Zhang Hengqi was the first of the men, he even began to turn his head and flee, but the move had only kept him alive for half an extra minute.