We offered you a summer job, but you went and became a mercenary?

Abandoned town.

Lin Ye carried the Barrett rifle, which was thicker than his arm, and felt it was a bit heavy.

He hid behind a broken wall, propped his gun on the top of the wall, and tried to put his eye on the scope, just like in the movies.

A strange smell, a mixture of cheap glass and engine oil, wafted over.

The lens was blurry, with several obvious scratches, and the crosshairs were crooked.

"What a piece of junk!"

Lin Ye curled his lip in disgust and turned his head away.

"The clarity of this scope isn't even as good as the screen on my secondhand laptop. For a company as big as Shadow Networks, isn't it absurd that their purchasing department takes kickbacks?"

His rant wasn't over yet.

call out!call out!call out!

Three sniper bullets from different directions landed around him almost simultaneously.

A bullet hit the wall above his head, sending up a shower of cement fragments and dust covering his head.

The other two shots precisely blocked his escape routes on the left and right sides, creating two deep craters in the ground.

This is the most advanced sniping tactic: crossfire blocking.

The goal is not to kill the target instantly, but to trap him in a small area through constant harassment and suppression, slowly depleting his physical and mental strength until he reveals a weakness, at which point a thunderous blow can be delivered.

"Shura, can you hear me?"

Suddenly, a mocking voice, tinged with static, came from the tactical headset on the ground.

"Your close-quarters combat skills have truly opened my eyes. But now, we are 1,500 meters apart."

"At this distance, your strength and speed are nothing but a joke."

The ghost's voice was full of playful mockery, like a cat toying with a mouse.

"You're now a sitting duck. Enjoy the last fear of your life."

Lin Ye walked to the headphones and stomped on them twice with his flip-flops.

He looked up at the faint muzzle flashes of guns in the darkness, then looked down at the broken gun in his hand and sighed.

"Sigh, more overtime."

He took a deep breath, and then made a gesture that no observer thousands of miles away could understand.

He closed his eyes.

The massive data stream of "Max Level Weapon Mastery" rapidly processed through my mind.

Wind speed, air humidity, bullet velocity, bullet drop coefficient...

Everything was transformed into the most precise parameters.

The sixth sense brought about by the [basic crisis prediction] is like an invisible net that instantly covers the entire battlefield.

The enemy's breathing, heartbeat, and the muscle twitching in the fraction of a second before his finger pulls the trigger all become crystal clear in his perception.

He doesn't need to use his eyes to see.

The entire battlefield had already been constructed in his mind into a perfect, absolutely accurate 3D model.

Lin Ye no longer hesitated.

He didn't even peek out to observe; he just hid behind the broken wall, casually extending the heavy, meter-long Barrett gun barrel with one hand, the muzzle pointing diagonally towards the sky.

1,500 meters away.

A sniper from the Ghost Squad saw this through his scope, and a cruel smirk crept onto his lips.

"Captain, the target has been abandoned. What is he doing? Is he firing into the sky, praying to God?"

"Don't let your guard down!" Ghost commanded in a deep voice. "According to plan, position three, fire! Shoot off his left leg!"

The sniper, known as the number three, licked his lips and placed his finger firmly on the trigger.

He had already locked onto Lin Ye's calf, which was clad in floral shorts and exposed outside the cover, through the lens.

However, just as he was about to pull the trigger...

"Bang!"

A muffled yet highly penetrating gunshot rang out from Lin Ye's direction.

The sniper in position three suddenly felt everything go black.

He didn't even feel any pain.

His top-of-the-line military scope, worth tens of thousands of US dollars, suddenly developed a spiderweb-like crack in the center of the lens.

Immediately afterwards, a spinning 12.7mm armor-piercing round, carrying destructive kinetic energy, pierced through the center of the crack with perfect accuracy, penetrating his eye socket and exiting from the back of his head, bringing with it a large puff of hot, red and white liquid.

Only a dull thud came from the ghost's communicator.

He abruptly turned his scope toward the position of number three.

All that remained in sight was a corpse falling straight backward and a sniper rifle lying on the ground.

The ghost's mind went blank, and he was stunned for a full three seconds.

He whirled around, staring intently in Lin Ye's direction, his voice sharp and distorted with extreme shock, letting out a beast-like roar into the communicator.

"Blind-firing?! Firing blind-firing from 1500 meters away?!"

"Evacuate! Everyone evacuate immediately!" Ghost's survival instinct overwhelmed everything. He roared frantically into his headset, "Abandon all reserve positions and assemble at the Plan B evacuation point! Now!"

However, Lin Ye had no intention of giving them that chance.

He didn't even bother to go back to cover, just stood there casually on the open ground, his left hand on the gun, and his right hand, like a high-speed precision machine, suddenly pulled the bolt back.

"Clang!"

The scorching hot cartridge case, trailing a wisp of smoke, traced a graceful parabola in mid-air before falling onto the sand.

Push the bolt and load the gun.

The entire movement was so fluid and fast that it almost left a blur.

He kept his eyes closed, and casually raised the muzzle of the gun two centimeters in another direction.

"Bang!"

Another muffled gunshot rang out.

In the distance, a member of the Ghost Squad, who was running at high speed through the ruins, using a zigzag route for tactical evasion, suddenly froze.

He was in a leaping position, trying to jump over a half-meter-high broken wall.

The bullet pierced precisely into the back of his head, ripped off his tactical helmet, and the immense kinetic energy propelled his body forward like a tattered sack, slamming him heavily against the wall.

again!

There was a deathly silence on the communication channel.

Lin Ye didn't stop, mechanically repeating the actions of pulling the bolt and loading the gun.

"Bang!"

The third shot rang out.

In another dark corner, a team member who had just put away his sniper rifle and was about to turn and retreat collapsed to the ground and fell silent.

Every gunshot represents the end of a life.

Every shot hits the head; every bullet finds its mark.

Lin Ye's blind sniping is like the most unreasonable headshot cheat in the game, ignoring distance, cover, and the opponent's movement speed.

In his perceived world, those so-called elite snipers were nothing more than stationary human targets radiating heat and heartbeats.