One mile is equivalent to 1609.344 meters. When sniping at this distance, Xu Chuan can only say, "You can do it, you are noble."
At this distance, the bullet needs to fly for a few seconds. It is really necessary to let the bullet fly for a while. In this process, it is best not to move the target, and also consider the ballistics, the surrounding environment and even some inexplicable effects.
When Xu Chuan first came into contact, he said, "It's better to just cover it up." Isn't it better to throw it away with a bunch of bombs and planes at such a long distance?"
Swag scoffed at his statement. This guy never knew the feeling of a fatal blow without the enemy's knowledge.
Nikita has returned. To be on the safe side, she still has not contacted the little inside Alex. She has completed the training course and can do the task alone. There will always be opportunities. The two sides also have secret contact methods. Otherwise, the organization will investigate how the news of Swag came out.
"Alex has gone with the colonel, it seems they are not here to monitor Swag."
Xu Chuan didn't intend to take it lightly, so he asked Berkhoff to strictly control all the surveillance nearby. If there was still time, check them all along the way.
Burkhoff probably was scolding him in his heart, this damn workload.
"Let's go and try it." Remove the extremely conspicuous CheyTac from the wall to "intervent" the M200 sniper rifle. "Brother, your order has supported their entire company."
This thing is said to cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. Of course, it is not only a gun, but also a fire control system called "CheyTac tactical computer", including a Nightforce NXS 5.5-22x56x scope, a commercial PDA reinforced according to military regulations (running Windows Mobile 2003 operating system), and a Kestrel handheld weather station and Vector IV laser range-finding telescope.
It doesn't seem so expensive, that's strange. For Swag, a fire control system is completely meaningless. He can make his own meter card, which is shot one by one with bullets.
Thanks to this price, two of this thing can't be sold a year. Someone once joked that there are as many people who buy this gun as they are struck by lightning every year. However, someone later learned about the statistics of the number of people struck by lightning every year in the United States, and found that there are far more people struck by lightning than those who buy this gun.
But then again, the M200 is really accurate. It set a world record for long-distance shooting in Idaho. At a distance of 2321 yards (2122 meters), a group of 3 shots were scattered within 42cm, which is equivalent to 0.71 MOA.
This is due to the .408 bullet it uses, the warhead is cut directly from a solid rod of copper-nickel alloy. It adopts an optimized low resistance shape, has a small recoil and high storage speed. It can still maintain supersonic speed at a distance of 2,000 meters, and is straighter than the trajectory of .50 or .338.
So Swag, who regards sniper as his life and who is not short of money, would buy this. Xu Chuan and others stood in an open space on the back mountain, preparing to watch Swag's performance.
"Try it, hit it, just pull the trigger." Five minutes passed, and Master Xu was already impatient, and he was still calculating what he was doing.
In the laser range-finding telescope, the canned dog food as the target showed a number of 1477. Although it was less than a mile, it was far enough. Swag had been lying on the ground for five minutes, 'Brother, it's been over for so long.'
"Shut up, can you be a little patient?" Nikita glared at him. She had also been trained in sniper courses, but she knew that she would never be able to hit the distance.
Swag adjusted the handwheel again, then took a deep breath and put his index finger on the trigger, held his breath and slowly pulled the trigger, "bang", a gunshot that was no less than 50.
Nearly four seconds later, the can in the telescope burst into pieces.
A group of people cheered. To be honest, it was really awesome, but Xu Chuan felt bored, "So, I can't become a sniper."
A talent like Swag, who can choose one in a million or even one in a few hundred thousand, will be a huge threat to any of his enemies, but there are no such people in the world.
Xu Chuan still likes small bombs. If one is not enough, there are ten, and if ten is not enough, there are one hundred. This thing is simple to operate. It can be learned by a person with normal IQ, and the attack distance is even longer.
Of course, he is definitely not making excuses for not completing his sniper course. He just feels that technology changes everything.
"It seems that our President is indeed a bit dangerous." Swag stood up and looked at the target, "But fortunately, I don't like this now."
Xu Chuan curled his lips, but he didn't say anything. He didn't know that there were another group of people who planned to do something in Johnson's plan and also do the commander.
"What should we do and ignore them?" Parker squatted on the ground, played with the M200, and considered whether he wanted to buy one to play with. They are not short of money now, hundreds of thousands are really nothing. If these people are one by one, they will probably be able to buy CheyTac's production in more than two years.
It's better to buy the company if you're crazy.
"That won't work. There's too little intelligence now, and we don't know what the other party wants to do and what Nikita said about the purpose of the organization." Smith weighed it in his hand with a .408 bullet.
"Whatever you do, if you do it directly, they will solve everything." Curtis snatched the M200 from Parker and lay on the ground to load a bullet. He was about to try it.
Xu Chuan said that this is what I say deeply.
With a 'bang', the bullet swayed at least half a meter.
"The wind speed is different from before, you need to correct the wind deviation to the left." Swag reminded him with a weather station holding the handheld.
After exiting the shell, Curtis put another one in. He took a deep breath and corrected the aiming point as Swager said, pulling the trigger again. Although he still didn't hit the ball, the bounce point was already very close.
The third shot afterwards finally hit, is this the normal level?
"Boss, don't you try it? This gun is really accurate and has a straight ballistic."
Xu Chuan's eyes drooped, "Get out." Is this grandson going to see his own joke? He is very confident that he has fired up all the 408 bullets in Swag's stock, and may not necessarily hit the target.
"We went down the mountain to find a place to live in the city, and then we studied what to do later." Xu Chuan knew that Johnson would definitely send someone to monitor the Swag family.
Chapter completed!