Under the morning sun, the city was shrouded in tranquility. However, the unexpected crisp gunshots easily tore apart this facade. The gunshots rang out from the top of Qiulin Mountain in the northeast corner of the block. The sound pierced through the morning sky and entered everyone's ears, shocking their minds.
Shi Qinghai crouched low in the red and yellow leaves. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the image on the monitor screen. His right thumb quickly touched the red control button. With his precise and stable control, the powerful ACW beside him changed the direction of the muzzle along with the sound of electric current. It was like an indifferent one-eyed king looking at the weak people under his feet who were about to die.
The caliper positioning on the monitor screen kept moving around the foundation building at an extremely fast speed. However, there was no trace of stagnation in the image. Wherever the king's gaze was, it was exceptionally clear.
As his thumb gently tapped on the red control button, the heavy ACW seemed to have been stimulated by something. It fiercely paused, and flames spurted out from the front end of the thick barrel. Three bullets installed with tungsten alloy tail fins whizzed out, and the metal body of the gun would suddenly slide backward due to the strong recoil, quickly retreating along the metal chute installed on the ground, and then hit the defensive layer.
The sound of the high-speed bullet was not loud when it was fired, but it cut through the air. When it reached hundreds of meters in the air, it began to carry a mournful whistling sound. It was a torture to the human ear. The Federal military had never thoroughly studied the sound suppression technology of the ACW. It had to be said that the biggest drawback of this big gun was probably this.
Shi Qinghai stared at the monitor screen expressionlessly. He quickly and steadily operated the red button in his hand. Every time his thumb tapped, a life in the block far away would explode into a bloody flower. The top of the mountain was very far from the building. He could see the clear images of the deaths, but he could not hear the tragic screams. In addition, the ACW was completely different from the previous heavy sniper rifles. It could completely separate the shooter from the real world, turning the long-distance killing into indifferent and boring finger movements.
Red leaves fell to the ground in the forest. The ACW was firing in an irregular but particularly clear rhythm. Click, click, click, click, click. The heavy body of the gun moved back from time to time. The red leaves were scattered by the impact. The air in the distance was full of screams. The traces of the white fog were faintly visible in the morning dew. The gunshots were sharp, and countless lines of death were launched. All the passages around the foundation building were tightly blocked.
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Bursts of red fell. Several corpses were bleeding on the bridge above the lake. Several guards who tried to rush over were also killed. The concrete blocks on the bridge had rolled and cracked, like gloomy flowers blooming.
When the foundation building was originally designed, most of the design was near the lake...... there were only three passages from the top and bottom of the building... The foundation in the name of peace was always thinking about things that were not peaceful. There was no doubt that there was a strong sense of irony. Since the foundation was built for so many years, there had never been any vicious incidents. This design, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack, had never been effective. However, today's sudden attack made the armed forces in the building feel deeply panicked.
The enemy had raided the building, but there was a powerful sniper on the mountain using a super long-range weapon that they did not expect to block all the passages into the building. The design concept of the foundation building, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack, tied all their hands and feet at this time.
"Rush in!"
Hearing the rapid gunshots and a few screams from inside the building, the security personnel outside the building were anxious. They did not know how many people had sneaked into the building, nor did they know whether the senator was safe at this time. The foundation's internal monitoring network had just finished a self-check, and it would take some time for all the information to be fed back.
Below the building, several guards who bravely rushed to the front door were tragically turned into a few flowers of blood. The sniper on the mountain top fired a series of precise and cold-blooded shots, turning all the potted plants and wooden fences along the way into pieces. In the pieces flying in the air, all the people who tried to rush into the building were turned into corpses or wounded on the ground.
The threat of death sent chills down everyone's spines. Be it the Special Task Force agents who rushed over or the guards of the security company, all of them crouched on the ground and hid in the shadows of the buildings. If they showed their heads, the god of death on the mountaintop would reap their lives.
In an office on the first floor of the cultural and arts center, a captain of the Special Task Force stared at the monitor screen with a livid face. Listening to the replies of his subordinates in his ears, he angrily slammed the table and shouted, "There is only one gun on the mountain! If we all rush in, who can stop us? "
Although he said so, he did not forcibly give the order for all members to attack. The captain of the Special Task Force of the Federation had always had a strong opinion about the security arrangements of the councilor's office. The councilor obviously did not trust the agents sent by the government, so they had been excluded from the building.
If the Special Task Force had fully taken over the security and defense of the foundation from the beginning, they would not have been caught off guard by the enemy. The captain, who was almost middle-aged, knew very well why the councilor's office did not trust them. He was also reluctant to let his subordinates, who had followed him through life and death, risk their lives for the councilor under the rain of bullets from the cold-blooded sniper on the mountain.
However, he had to find a way to solve the problem at hand because of his duty. As soon as the internal alarm was confirmed, the captain had contacted the police headquarters in the four states and the nearest garrison of the second military region through the internal line. He believed that no matter how many killers came from outside, as long as the foundation building could be delayed for a while, the safety of the councilor should not be a big problem.
Several agents of the Special Task Force had already rushed to the mountain, hoping that they could get rid of the sniper as soon as possible.
"Has the councilor entered the passage?" The captain pressed on his headset and asked quickly.
"Yes, he has."
The intercom in the office was always on, and the sound of the static was mixed with the calls of the armed personnel in the foundation building.
Listening to the calls and seeing the intruder's figure flash quickly on the surveillance screen, the captain's pupils shrank sharply, and he felt a chill that he had never felt before.
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The security personnel's curses, shouts, and tense tactical commands were constantly heard from the intercom.
"Spread out! That person is coming! "
The intercom rang out with the sound of gunshots, muffled grunts after being shot, and chaotic footsteps when retreating or chasing.
"Motherf * cker, that guy is too fast!"
The voice in the communication device came to an abrupt halt, and a few crisp gunshots seemed to carry a few spiraling echoes.
"The three eastern districts! The three eastern districts! Stop him! "
The captain looked at the assassin in the security guard's uniform on the surveillance screen, rushing through the screen like a gust of wind and entering the corridor. He felt the hair on his body stand on end. The other party was about to kill his way to the three eastern districts in such a short time. How did he avoid such dense firepower in the building?
The voice that ordered the armed personnel to set up a defense line in the three eastern districts belonged to the head bodyguard of councilor Macklin. That voice, which had always been confident and proud, trembled in front of the assassin today.
The face of the Special Task Force's captain was ashen as he rubbed the curly hair on his head in agony. He could not believe what he had just seen on the monitor. Even the most elite special forces of the Federation Military would not have been able to react so quickly, wield such ferocious firepower, and use such extremely precise means of attack.
In just a few minutes, that person had killed seven bodyguards, broken through two lines of defense, and was about to enter the three eastern districts of the foundation building.
When he had just received the alarm of an intruder, the captain had been calculating how many people the other party had sent to attack the foundation building, which was protected by three layers of defense. But what he did not expect was that until now, they had only found two people.
The two of them dared to come in so openly? If it had been in the past, the captain would have thought that this was a big joke. However, the lines of death cutting across the space and the assassin moving silently and quickly in the building made him realize that today's two attackers were not ordinary people. What made him feel even colder was that the attacker in the building had used some unknown method to quietly enter the core area. He was not discovered until he entered the foundation building.
"Motherf * cker! When will the troops get here? "
The captain roared angrily, then picked up the communication device in his hand and issued an order with a frosty expression. "We must find that person on the mountain within three minutes! The rest of the teams, move closer to the side of the building and break in immediately! "
His expression was extremely ugly. Suddenly, he thought of something and said quickly in a low voice, "There must be tactical support personnel outside, otherwise that person would not have been able to sneak in. Check the internal monitoring again and search for abnormal signal emitting nodes. Do not alarm them, go up and find the area where the signal is received. "
Knowing that the councilman had entered the passage, the captain was not as nervous as he appeared to be. Years of experience in the Special Task Force allowed him to issue correct orders in an orderly manner.
Whether it was in terms of firepower or other aspects, the two intruders could only be considered as failures in the end. However, when the captain saw the images on the monitor, he could not help but shudder.
The intruder in the image with a travel bag on his back was running quickly with his head down, holding two Federal military standard guns in his hands. The intruder did not seem to raise his head to aim, but the guns in his hands never stopped firing.
The tongues of fire were like dragons, spitting between the corridors. The paint, cement, and wallpaper, regardless of whether it was hard or soft, were all torn into pieces and floating in the air filled with the smell of gunpowder.
Before the pieces fell, the figure with his head down had already killed, like a cold wind.
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