Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 378: The Sniper's Past (2)

Whoosh—

Instantly, the chat barrage erupted with discussion—

"Holy shit! Big Bro's three shots were so fast..."

"He created distance and fired three shots instantly, his reaction speed is insane"

"Is this professional training? Two body shots and one headshot?"

"That's called the Mozambique Drill—basically it's a double-tap technique where you first shoot the torso to disable the target, then finish with a headshot in the second round. It's a special forces shooting thod, Big Bro clearly studied beyond the curriculum (dog head)"

"Feels like Big Bro wanted to try this for a long ti, but conditions in our country are too peaceful, no opportunity"

"Thankfully Big Bro isn't a police officer from Florida (laughing emoji)"

"Only Big Bro could pull this off, anyone else would've been instantly killed"

"Definitely, that sudden ambush had Old Thief's signature scheming written all over it—he deliberately let you see the captain getting attacked so you'd rush to rescue, then one-shotted the player"

"【Fast enough reaction】—feels like Old Thief using MacMillan's voice to praise the player"

"Big Bro is amazing..."

"..."

While chatting!

Big Bro followed Captain MacMillan to Zakhaev's transaction location.

Ahead on the road not far away, a convoy of vehicles of all sizes occupied almost the entire highway.

Jeeps, large trucks, even armored vehicles.

God only knew what massive transaction Zakhaev was conducting here.

Countless rebels moved around the scene, so patrolling and guarding while others busily transported goods.

Following Captain MacMillan for the "second round."

This ti, they actually bypassed the patrol soldiers' detection, hiding under the convoy vehicles, crawling forward through the entire motorcade.

Rustle rustle sounds quietly echoed beneath the vehicles.

Rebels around them spoke incomprehensible Warsaw Pact languages, their footsteps passing back and forth right beside them.

Especially when soone bent down to move cargo, the tension and thrill reached maximum levels.

Just like that!

The two traversed the entire convoy, and taking advantage of a brief mont when the rear guards left, they erged from beneath the vehicles like two ghosts, thumping down from the roadbed and disappearing into the grass...

Whoosh whoosh—

The north wind howled.

The biting cold wind swept across this region known as the Dead City.

The dilapidated abandoned hotel, as the tallest building in the entire Chernobyl area, witnessed the sunrise and sunset, the gathering and scattering of clouds.

Three hours, five hours, ten hours...

The sun stretched the hotel's shadow long and narrow.

The desolate wind swept across overgrown barren ground, climbing upward along the ivy clinging to the ruined hotel's outer walls, rustling the ghillie suit grass leaves at the hotel's highest broken opening...

Captain MacMillan lay beside him now, face covered with a heavy mask, concealed under the large camouflage ghillie suit—only his sharp eyes visible:

"Lieutenant Price, it seems we're eting on a narrow path. The enemy's transport vehicle has entered our firing range."

Whoosh—

Big Bro looked down and saw a photo of Zakhaev pinned under the rock in front of him.

Beside his hand was set up a .50 caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle—Barrett M82A1.

"The wind speed has decreased slightly, this is a good opportunity. You decide exactly when to fire."

As Captain MacMillan's voice ca through, Big Bro tilted his head slightly, pressing his right eye against the high-powered scope.

As the view zood continuously, everything ahead beca increasingly clear.

About over a kiloter away in the open area, a jeep had stopped.

Protected by nurous rebels, Zakhaev stepped into the open area carrying a case in his left hand.

The case appeared very heavy, likely containing the transaction contents.

Whoosh whoosh—

Although the biting north wind had sowhat diminished now.

A small flag in the convoy still fluttered, indicating the north wind continued blowing.

At such extre distance, bullets would definitely be affected by air currents.

"Need to seize the timing perfectly..."

MacMillan spoke:

"Our ti is limited, and opportunities are rare."

Hiss—

Hearing this!

Big Bro took a deep breath.

He certainly knew opportunities were rare.

After all, Zakhaev had an excessive number of bodyguards around him.

And from their position, Zakhaev stood right beside the jeep.

If he delayed shooting too long, or failed to neutralize the target with one shot, Zakhaev might simply get into the jeep and escape openly.

Ti waited for no one.

Watching Zakhaev set down the case and imdiately prepare to turn away!

Big Bro knew he couldn't wait any longer!

In that lightning-fast mont, Big Bro aid at Zakhaev's relatively easier-to-hit back and pulled the trigger!

—!!!

An earth-shaking cannon-like blast roared!

The scope before him shook violently!

Big Bro watched helplessly as the fired bullet curved through the air, barely missing Zakhaev's back, lightly grazing his left arm.

A light graze.

Yes.

Despite the visual effect showing the wavering bullet rapidly flying over a kiloter distance, seemingly just brushing Zakhaev lightly without perfect impact.

But just this graze!

Pfft—!!!

Zakhaev's entire left arm was blown apart by the powerful anti-materiel sniper rifle bullet!

Blood sprayed out like a small fountain, instantly splattering everywhere!

Zakhaev was thrown backward by the massive impact force, collapsing to the ground, condition unknown!

"Mission accomplished!"

As the shot echoed!

Captain MacMillan's voice imdiately followed:

"Target down. You blew off his left arm. Shock combined with blood loss—target has almost no survival possibility."

However!

Before MacMillan's voice faded!

Suddenly!

The whirring sound of helicopter rotors approached!

The enemy ard helicopter circling overhead instantly detected their position!

"They've spotted us! Go! Go go go! Retreat!"

Grabbing Price's shoulder, MacMillan and he abandoned the heavy Barrett, scrambled up from the ground, and started running!

The enemy ard helicopter circling overhead instantly detected their position!

The terrifying whir of gatling gun warm-up sounded!

Cannon shells erupted behind them, strafing the ground!

The abandoned hotel's outer wall was instantly shredded to pieces, revealing internal support steel!

Just as the two hooked onto pre-prepared cables for rappelling—

A "—" sound!

A missile launched instantly, flying directly into the floor before their eyes, embedding into the floor slab in front of them!

This mont!

Ti seed to freeze!

Rumble rumble—

With rising explosion sounds, blazing heat waves expanded outward, almost instantly engulfing the entire floor in the blink of an eye!

BOOM—!!!

...

"Hoooo—ly—shiiii—t—!!!"

!!!

The explosion flas almost scraped past pew's scalp!

Making him scream wildly!

"Jesus—!!!"

"What the hell kind of Hollywood escape is this!"

"Unbelievable! God!"

Thump!

Amid the violent explosion, a sky full of glass fragnts and dust rained down as Pew staggered down the rope, crashing to the ground, then imdiately scrambling up.

Flaming teors filled the sky!

Tense music surged alongside Captain MacMillan's voice!

Amid the violent explosion, countless glass fragnts and dust rained down as Pew staggered down the rope, crashing to the ground, then imdiately scrambling up.

MacMillan shouted urgently:

"D-2-4! This is A-6 calling! Mission accomplished, our position exposed, under attack! Repeat, we are under attack! Currently heading to extraction point four!"

While speaking, MacMillan led the charge, sliding into cover behind an abandoned car at the roadside, clanking his sniper rifle onto the hood, and opening fire on enemies closing in from ahead!

!!!

pew quickly dodged into a nearby phone booth, extending his gun barrel to assist the captain in clearing a path!

19 minutes 59 seconds!

Allied support was en route!

They needed to reach extraction point four within 20 minutes and hold until the evacuation helicopter arrived!

However!

The enemy's encirclent was absolutely determined—to permanently keep Zakhaev's assassins in Chernobyl, they deployed massive forces, even sending ard helicopters!

Footsteps urgent!

Rat-a-tat-tat—

Gunfire erupted!

Whir whir whir—

Helicopter search and attacks followed like the shadow of death!

"Continuing like this..."

Rat-a-tat-tat—tat-tat—

"Is no solution!"

Ducking into a ruined building, MacMillan shot pursuing enemies behind them, pointing upward:

"We need to find a way to shoot that thing down!"

With that!

MacMillan gestured!

"Follow !"

Following the captain, pew switched to his sniper rifle.

The two crossed through broken walls and debris in the ruined building, bursting out the back door.

This was a relatively narrow alley.

After positioning himself, MacMillan assud kneeling stance, aiming at the alley's semi-suspended space:

"Price! With !"

"Ah? Oh! Okay!"

pew processed montarily, then understood.

Apparently, Captain MacMillan planned to use this terrain advantage where helicopters couldn't easily maneuver, intending to shoot it down.

Clack!

pew didn't hesitate, dropping prone, deploying his sniper rifle's bipod, also aiming at the semi-suspended space.

Whir whir whir—

As rotor sounds grew increasingly closer.

A light helicopter suddenly appeared within the narrow alley!

Zzz—!!!

Upon spotting the two, the light helicopter imdiately began warming up its mounted gatling gun!

However!

The two with pre-aid sniper rifles ultimately acted faster!

!!

!!!

Two semi-automatic M21s repeatedly fired!

Muzzle flashes spat!

Bullets penetrated through the light helicopter's windshield!

In the blink of an eye, the helicopter pilot beca splattered blood!

"Woo hoo! Ama... hey hey hey... holy shit!!!"

But before pew could celebrate!

Lightning-fast!

The out-of-control helicopter crashed repeatedly, plumting directly toward them!

"Fvvvvvvk—!!!"

A scream!

pew stood up and turned to run!

But the helicopter's crash speed was too fast!

The massive rotor blades swung like giant blades, about to decapitate him!

At this critical mont!

!

pew felt a force from beside him!

Caught off guard, pew stumbled, thumping to the ground, rolling away, barely evading death!

—

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—!

As the massive rotor blades stopped spinning, flying dust settled.

The shaken pew looked up.

Captain MacMillan lay semi-conscious before the helicopter wreckage, groaning painfully:

"Ugh ah—"

"Lieutenant Price, I can't move, sorry, but you might need to carry to the extraction point..."