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Chapter 525

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Hamis was amazed by Xiao Luo and his men's miraculous reflexes. At the same time, he did not forget to order his men who had been hiding around the factory to surround Xiao Luo and his men. "Kill these Hua soldiers! Leave no one alive!"

As soon as the order was given, hundreds of Libyan rebel soldiers armed with assault rifles were about to barge in from the main entrance of the factory. They were going to attack Xiao Luo and his men from both inside and outside.

As soon as the rebel soldier at the front poked his head out, a bullet tore through the air and whistled through the air. It was like an extremely small evil creature from hell. In an instant, it pierced through the head of the rebel soldier. After piercing through his head, it did not stop there. It continued to pierce through the heads of the two rebel soldiers behind him.

A single bullet had taken the lives of three people in an instant!

Blood splattered everywhere, and red and white matter splattered on the faces and bodies of the surrounding rebel soldiers. They quickly retreated from the main entrance as if they had been electrocuted and crouched low.

"Reporting, Lieutenant Colonel! They have a sniper! They have a sniper!"

The leader of this group of rebel soldiers looked nervous and serious as he took out his walkie-talkie to report the situation to Hamis.

"What are you afraid of? They only have twenty men, and we have hundreds of men. Even if each of us spits a mouthful of thick phlegm, we can still drown them. Go, kill them all!" Hamis said with a ferocious look on his face.

"Yes, sir!"

The leader's face turned serious, and he gestured to his men to attack.

Two Libyan rebel soldiers obeyed the order and rushed in from the left and right sides of the factory entrance.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two sniper bullets followed them like shadows and easily penetrated their heads. The two fell into a pool of blood, one in front and one behind. There was a ghastly bloody hole between the eyebrows of the corpses. Blood was gushing out from this bloody hole.

"Charge, all of you, charge!"

The leader was shocked and angry at the same time. He waved his hand and ordered his men to charge in.

However, the momentum of their charge was suppressed before it could even take shape. This was because every time they poked their heads out, a sniper bullet would be fired at them, and every shot was a headshot with unerring accuracy. It was like a terrifying curse, or at the same time, a terrifying haze that enveloped this group of Libyan rebels.

"Hiss …"

The leader looked at the eight corpses with holes in their heads at the gate and couldn't help but gasp. He wondered what kind of monster sniper was this? How could he be so accurate?

Inside the factory, Jiang Zhiming, Kong Yunhong, and the other members of the Special Operations Team stared at Xiao Luo with their mouths agape. Xiao Luo held his sniper rifle horizontally and aimed it at the factory gate. An ordinary submachine gun would not be able to fire from such a distance. Xiao Luo and the 7.62mm high-precision sniper rifle in his hand were the ones who had suppressed the enemy's charge outside the factory.

What kind of reaction and firing speed was this?

What kind of shooting accuracy was that? Every shot was a headshot?

The members of the Special Operations Team looked at Xiao Luo as if they were looking at a monster. This was definitely Hua's Soldier King.

Tang Wantian covered her ears and looked shocked. This was the first time she had been in a world of war where bullets rained down on her, and it terrified her. And now, Xiao Luo, who was using a sniper rifle to kill the enemies outside the factory, gave her a sense of unfamiliarity. She couldn't help but wonder: What kind of existence was this man?

"Captain Jiang!" Xiao Luo shouted Jiang Zhiming's name.

"Mr. Mie, what can I do for you?" Jiang Zhiming asked respectfully.

Xiao Luo said, "I'll leave the enemies in the factory to you. Is that okay?"

"No problem."

Jiang Zhiming nodded and ordered the members of the Special Task Force to get into combat mode and pay close attention to the enemies' movements in the factory.

His sniping skills were not bad, and he was able to kill the Libyan rebel who was in charge of the machine gun on the second floor in front of them with a single shot. The other Libyan rebels, who were taking turns to use cover to make their way in, were also attacked by the Special Task Force, and seven or eight of them fell in a pool of blood.

Everyone only had one life!

The Libyan rebels treasured their own lives very much. They had thought that the enemy was a piece of meat on a metal plate, and they could do whatever they wanted. But when they realized that the enemy was a ferocious tiger with extraordinary combat power, they stopped attacking and looked for cover to duck down to avoid getting bitten by the bullets.

"This group of terrifying people can still make such a ferocious counterattack under such circumstances. No wonder they say that Hua soldiers are not to be trifled with. They are all ferocious beasts!" Hamis couldn't help but exclaim. It was a sure-kill trap, but it only killed two of the Hua rebels. He had thought that the surprise machine gun fire would turn the Hua Hua soldiers into minced meat and die.

"Lieutenant Colonel, what should we do?" one of his subordinates asked him.

"What should we do?"

Hamis snorted and said through gritted teeth, "I don't believe that we can't take down this small group of Hua Hua soldiers with more than a hundred of us. Order Kazar and his men to eliminate them within ten minutes, no matter the cost, even if we have to form a suicide squad!"

"Yes, sir."

The subordinate puffed out his chest and quietly became serious.

When the order was passed down, the Libyan rebels, both outside and inside the factory, went into a frenzy.

Jiang Zhiming and his men had ferocious expressions on their faces, and they used the rifles in their hands to fire fiercely at the enemies who were pouncing on them. The recoil from the automatic rifles was very strong, and the recoil traveled up their arms to the rest of their bodies, causing the muscles on their faces to twitch.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Xiao Luo's sniper rifle fired rapidly, and every shot was sure to hit an enemy, and every shot was a headshot. In just a short while, the corpses of the Libyan rebels had piled up into a small hill at the entrance of the factory.

The Libyan rebels outside did not choose to break in through the main entrance. They spread out and climbed the walls of the factory in an attempt to climb over them.

But this method did not work at all. When five of them climbed the walls together, five of them were shot in the head and turned into corpses that fell from the walls. When ten of them climbed the walls together, ten of them were shot in the head and killed almost at the same time.

"Damn it, how many snipers are there inside?"

The leader of this group of Libyan rebels was shocked. He knew very well that the person who had shot his men was the same person. Otherwise, there would not have been so many headshots. But he could not figure out how the enemy could use a single sniper rifle to achieve the same effect as a dozen other sniper rifles.

Tang Wantian looked at the small hill of corpses piled up at the entrance of the factory and the red and white goo in the heads of the Libyan rebels on the walls of the factory. The bloody battlefield gave her an indescribable sense of horror. But as a reporter, she took out a small camera and recorded the scene with trembling hands.

"Use the rocket launcher!"

The leader of the Libyan rebels outside the factory was almost driven crazy by Xiao Luo's torture. This monster sniper was a nightmare, and if they continued to rush in like this, they would be wiped out.

One of his men heard him and immediately put the rocket launcher on his shoulder. He dashed out and aimed at the inside of the factory, ready to pull the trigger.

But pulling the trigger was just a command from his brain to his fingers. A sniper bullet pierced through the air and hit the shell in the rocket launcher.

It's over!

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