You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

Tossing aside the walkie-talkie, Leon quickly glanced at the scattered weapon cases in the carriage.

Several MP5 submachine guns, two short-barreled AR-15s, and some other scattered rifles and pistols.

This is the standard configuration of the ACU.

Normally, this would be more than enough to raid a drug den or arrest a petty thug.

But now?

There's a sniper hiding somewhere on the other side, and he's most likely carrying a military-grade sniper rifle.

To engage in a gunfight in the rain with these short weapons that have an effective range of only a few hundred meters? That's practically suicide.

"Damn it..."

Lyon cursed, picked up an HK416, and, taking advantage of the darkness and the chaotic crowd, quickly slipped behind a pile of abandoned railway sleepers by the roadside.

Once he was out of Mia and Carlos's sight, he immediately took a deep breath and summoned the system shop.

The 50 points from dealing with that unfortunate homeless man have been credited to my account, plus the remaining 750 points.

Exactly 800 points.

This is a small sum of money that could change the course of the battle.

Leon's mind quickly scanned the weapon inventory, skipping over the fancy automatic weapons and locking onto the "Marksman Rifle" category.

Remington M24 SWS Sniper Rifle (Police Top-of-the-Line Version)

[Includes: 7.62mm NATO caliber, 5-round magazine, Harris bipod.]

Price: 500 points

Leupold Mark 4 LR/T M3 optical sight (with night vision module)

Price: 300 points

"Exactly, not a single drop left."

Lyon gritted his teeth; this was a gamble with his life and fortune.

"exchange!"

With the confirmation of consciousness, the points were instantly reset to zero.

The next second, Lyon felt a weight in his hand.

A sniper rifle, entirely matte black and exuding a cold, metallic aura, appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The heavy, substantial feel of the polymer stock against the palm of your hand provides an extremely reassuring sensation.

Lyon skillfully pulled the bolt.

"Click—"

The crisp metallic clanging sound was barely audible in the rainy night, but to Lyon it was like heavenly music.

Although he has never fired a sniper rifle in actual combat in his life.

But his LV4 rifle skills are no joke.

This is something he painstakingly built up at the police academy shooting range using thousands of bullets and his systematically enhanced muscle memory.

Pull the bolt, load the gun, adjust the focus of the night vision device, and correct for wind drift.

All the movements were performed in one smooth, fluid motion.

Lyon quickly adjusted his posture and silently climbed up a slightly higher embankment on the side of the road along the sleepers.

The rain was so heavy that normal visibility was completely blocked, but this Leupold Mark 4 scope, which I had spent a lot of money to acquire, had an independent night vision module mounted on the front rail of the scope, which was practically a cheat code.

He pressed his eye against the eyepiece, and the green view instantly became clear.

With his tactical intuition honed by his LV4 rifle skills, Leon's mind raced.

If I were that sniper, where would I hide?

The abandoned water tower on the left?

No, that place is too isolated. Once the fire starts, we'll be sitting ducks. The only escape route is a ladder; there's nowhere to run.

The crane operator's cab on the right?

The field of view is good, but it's too obvious; that's the kind of target a beginner would choose.

Well... that's the only option.

Lyon slowly moved his gun barrel, locking onto the edge of the third-floor rooftop of a factory building about two hundred meters directly in front of him.

There was a row of ventilation ducts that not only provided a perfect field of fire but also shielded the muzzle flash and allowed for a quick retreat into the building after firing.

Just as the crosshair was about to sweep across a vent.

"Thump!"

Lyon's heart clenched, and the chilling sensation of being targeted by a venomous snake exploded within him.

Death is knocking at the door!

He instinctively pulled his head back sharply, and slid to the side.

"Bang--!!"

Just as his head was lifted from its original position, a dull bang exploded in his ears.

Gravel and dust pelted his face like shrapnel, and where his head had been just moments before, a large-caliber bullet had now carved a deep crater the size of a bowl into the ground.

"Damn! That was close!"

Leon cowered awkwardly behind cover, his heart pounding wildly.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have been terrified by now, lying on the ground, too scared to move, praying for God's protection.

But Leon is no ordinary person; he is a monster with 16 points of willpower and elite combat skills.

He noticed that there was no second shot that followed immediately.

According to the shooting guidelines of the U.S. military, if it is a semi-automatic sniper rifle (such as SR-25 or M110), in order to ensure a kill, if the enemy does not confirm a hit with the first shot, they will usually immediately fire a follow-up shot or block the edge of the cover.

This means that the opponent is most likely not using a semi-automatic sniper rifle, but a bolt-action sniper rifle like the M24 in his hand!

After firing a shot, you must manually pull back the bolt to eject the spent cartridge, chamber a new round, and then aim again.

This process might only take two seconds for a top sniper.

But those two seconds are the boundary between life and death!

"Got you!"

Normally, a sniper must move after firing. If the enemy moves, then Lyon or his men will have to endure another round of sniping before they can reconfirm the enemy's position.

Lyon couldn't afford to wait; the situation would only worsen once the enemy's main force approached.

He suddenly leaned half his body out from the other side of the cover, raising the M24 in his hand as if it were an extension of his body.

Press your cheek to your cheek and hold your breath.

His movements were as fast as lightning, completely ignoring the fear of almost being blown in the head, his hand as steady as a rock.

Two hundred meters away, the blurry figure was moving incredibly fast.

The opponent was clearly a seasoned veteran; the actions of pulling the bolt, resetting, and repositioning the gun were completed in almost a second.

Just as Leon peeked out from the side and locked onto his target, the dark muzzle of the gun, reacting quickly, swung from where Leon had been peeking out.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two muffled gunshots rang out together, exploding in the rainy night.

A burst of fire erupted from the muzzle of the M24, and the immense recoil slammed into Leon's shoulder.

In the scope's field of view, the dark figure behind the vent jolted violently, leaned back instantly, and then completely disappeared from sight.

But at the same time.

"laugh--!"

A high-speed, large-caliber bullet struck the railway sleepers near Lyon.

The rotten wood and the iron nails inside shattered instantly. Although the bullet did not hit Leon directly, the sharp wooden splinters and bullet fragments generated by the enormous kinetic energy swept across half of Leon's body like a hail of bullets.

"Uh-huh!"

Lyon let out a suppressed groan.

A searing pain shot through my side, as if someone had branded me with a red-hot iron.

He was thrown off balance by the force and fell back into the mud pit.

"Damn it..."

Lyon gritted his teeth, and a layer of cold sweat instantly seeped out of his forehead.