close to death

A golden light flashed, K of Spades knelt on the ground with one knee, the bullets passed through the bodies of the two players, and penetrated his right leg, only to hear a muffled sound behind him, and the tire of a bus transporting the players was blown.

"That guy's up ahead," a sharpshooter yelled from the top of the bus with binoculars.

The golden light flashed across the air, and the guy fell headlong from the roof of the car.

The players fired back one after another, but the shooting range of the guys in their hands was really pitifully low. Even snipers had a shooting range of only [-] meters.

There are a few guys with heavy sniper guns with a range of 900 meters, but unfortunately their marksmanship is really fucked up. At such a long distance, even he himself doesn't know where the bullets hit.

Ling Yun stood about [-] meters away from them, and Barrett burst into anger.

A young president fired a few shots with a heavy-duty sniper rifle, and all the bullets hit the plane. He lowered his head and took out a magazine to replace it. A peanut stuck in his neck.

Poof, -[-].

The powerful impact of the bullet actually split his neck in two, and his head rolled to the side of the road like a rubber ball.

In order to shorten the distance, the knights once again set up a shield wall to cover the sharpshooter's charge forward.

Ling Yun was not an idiot. While shooting, he retreated rapidly, keeping the distance at about [-] meters.

This kind of tactic has a good name in the online game world, flying a kite, and it is usually used by long-distance occupations to use their agility and attack range to spawn monsters and PK.

At this time, Ling Yun had fully demonstrated the kite-flying tactic. Every time the sniper rifle roared, one or several enemies would lie on the ground.

Anti-materiel sniper rifles and the armor of armored vehicles can penetrate, and those shields and armor are like paper in front of it.

Seeing that there was no effect, the enemy made themselves more passive, summoned their mounts one after another, put their guns on their horses, and charged over.

Looking at their dingy fellows, Ling Yun summoned the Tianlong Chituma, comparing people to others, and comparing goods with goods should be thrown away, their mounts are simply not at the same level as the Chituma.

As the saying goes, beauty comes from distance, Chituma runs and stops, Lingyun always grasps the distance just right, Barrett let go of his hands and feet, and tortured the group of guys to death.

They couldn't catch up, they couldn't fight, and seeing their companions dying needlessly one by one, the remaining sharpshooters were so angry and hated that they just squatted in place and didn't chase. Who would want to send themselves to the door to seek death.

Seeing them stop, Ling Yun turned back with Barrett in his arms, controlled the distance of about [-] meters, and continued to bombard them.

"Neighbor to Spicy, what kind of hero is dodging, if you have the ability to fight me one-on-one," a big man holding an AK[-] cursed loudly.

Pfft, a peanut was poured into his mouth, and shot out from a big hole in the back of his head. A big guy who was fine and healthy instantly turned into a colander.

Those guys had never seen Ling Yun's dog-skinned plaster-like fighting style, they all turned their horses' heads and ran back desperately.

They ran, but Ling Yun chased after them and fired cold shots, one shot at a time, every bullet was perfect, kill kill kill, I will kill all you bastards back to the doghouse today.

Ling Yun, who was furious, was not easy to provoke, he was always favored by dripping water, so he must pour the whole basin of footwashing water back.

Chased and killed more than 100 sharpshooter players, but less than 30 came back, and they were still chased by others.

Contemptuous of the world, his nostrils were smoking with anger, and he raised his dagger, "Get in the Humvee and chase me,"

With the roar of the engine, three Humvees filled with sharpshooters rushed out of the crowd and headed straight for Ling Yun.

"Bah, a bunch of idiots," Ling Yun spat, and Barrett moved the barrel up.

Ling Yun took a big step back, and after the bang, a bullet flew away.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of emergency brakes, and the driver's head was bubbling with black blood. The Hummer swayed back and forth on the road a few times like a drunk man, and plunged into the ditch beside the road.

The other two Humvees had driven to about [-] meters ahead, and the sharpshooter on the car had already set up his machine gun, and opened fire as soon as he entered the shooting range.

Putting away the Barrett, Ling Yun took out two iron bumps, a flash bomb, and a high-explosive grenade, one in each hand, grabbed the two safety rings with his teeth, and threw them out all at once.

The violent explosion was accompanied by a dazzling white light, and the two drivers had no choice but to slam on the brakes.

The car stopped, but the people didn't stop.

Splash, splash, splash. ． ． ． ． ．Countless black shadows fell down like onions, and the ground was full of players who had been thrown to pieces.

Slowly pull out Desert Storm, open the scope, aim, and kill them one by one. Now killing those guys lying on the ground is even easier than crushing an ant.

When the sharpshooter in the car rushed out, Ling Yun had already disappeared.

Before they turned around, Barrett sang again at [-] meters away. It was the song of death, the eternal [-] meters.

I went out with three Hummer jeeps, but none of them came back. Those funny guys were all lying on the ground and counting the stars.

Confidence to the world and the group of young presidents stared at a pair of bull's eyes, the whole person was startled, angry, and angry, all kinds of expressions merged on their faces, those two old faces were not much better than the clowns in the circus .

"That guy is the god of death," Spade K walked out of the crowd, looking at Ling Yun in the distance, even if it turned into ashes, he would still recognize it.

I haven't seen him for a few days, Ling Yun's strength has far exceeded his imagination, and he is not at all the little gunman he met back then.

"Is there a way to deal with him," the little president next to him suddenly interjected.

Everyone shook their heads helplessly. That guy could calmly leave in front of countless players and high-level NPCs in Phoenix City. In his own territory, it is estimated that no one can stop him.

He looked down upon the world and sighed, "Hey... let's go, order the large troops to move forward quickly, and make sure to get out of the Devil's City before evening,"

As the large army moved forward, Ling Yun knew that it was impossible to stop them with his own strength, so he dragged the mop if he could, and bought everyone some time.

He was like a ghost, surrounding them, sometimes bombing and killing several drivers, causing chaos on the road; sometimes throwing two smoke bombs on the road, red smoke covered the sky; the whole highway.

The large army stopped and went, but they couldn't do anything to Ling Yun. They walked all the way, leaving a trail of corpses behind them.

The sun was setting in the west, and night was falling. At this time, the large army was moving forward like a snail, and it was still [-] kilometers away from the Devil's City.

Contemptuous of the world, he waved his hand, and the team set up camp in place to rest, preparing to attack again at dawn the next day.