Chapter 1340 Assassination of Kennedy (Part 1, ask for a monthly ticket)
"Confirm target~!" the shooter responded in a low voice, his body lying on the ground as motionless as a rock.
Through the scope, the shooter's eyes were firmly fixed on Emperor De Rossi, and his index finger slowly touched the trigger.
At this moment, all the energy and energy of the shooter reached its peak. He was as calm as a beast about to break out of the grass and pounce on its prey, waiting for the moment to pull the trigger.
"Distance is 600 meters, west wind to south, Level 2." The observer licked his lips nervously and said softly.
They have gone through rigorous training and can easily report these data without thinking at all, just following instinct.
"The distance is six hundred, the west wind is two degrees south," the shooter repeated in a low voice while breathing as slowly as possible, and then slowly moved the muzzle.
Through the high-power sight on the gun, he could clearly see distant targets.
Under a large banner fluttering in the wind, Emperor De Rossi was wearing a red robe, sitting majestically on his horse, raising his arms and pointing at the city wall of Delong, with the golden crown on his head shining in the sun.
Sparkling underneath.
On the battlefield, his image was so dazzling that even without a telescope, just by looking at him with the naked eye, you could tell that he was definitely an important figure.
This situation is very confusing for snipers.
It makes them feel as if these people are mentally ill. They all dress themselves up so dazzlingly, and just by standing there, they are filled with hatred.
Isn’t this a clear attempt to seek death?
But no matter what, for snipers, this is a good thing.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a hint of a sinister smile. At the same time, he moved the muzzle slightly, aiming the crosshairs in the scope at Emperor De Rossi's forehead, then raised it slightly, and then moved it slightly to the right.
After locking firmly, the shooter exhaled and said in a low voice: "Target confirmed~!"
In the next moment, he took another deep breath, then held it. His finger on the trigger slowly increased pressure...
If your finger is pulled back a few millimeters, the firing pin will accurately hit the bottom of the bullet under the action of the spring.
The primer made of explosive crystal will explode during the collision, detonating the propellant in the cartridge case. The gas will expand rapidly in an instant and generate huge pressure. The pointed warhead will be pushed out of the gun chamber, and then fly six times in about one second.
From a distance of a hundred meters, he got into De Rossi's beautiful head.
The carefully crafted warhead will break into several smaller pieces after encountering resistance, and then rush out from the other side of his head under the action of huge inertia.
In this case, his head will be smashed into pieces like a watermelon hit by a boulder.
"Bye~!" Looking at De Rossi in the scope, the shooter secretly thought in his heart.
Just when he was about to pull the trigger to the end, the observer suddenly said quickly: "Wait~!"
The shooter's finger immediately released the trigger, and then let out a long breath of turbid air in his chest.
He frowned, but did not speak. He just leaned there quietly, motionless, waiting for the next order. Through long-term cooperation, he knew his companion very well, and they could even be said to be two sides of the same coin.
's twins.
At a time like this, the observer would never give a wrong command. He must have discovered something.
"The demons on the left side of De Rossi." the observer said calmly.
The shooter immediately pointed his gun at the target stated by the observer.
It was a demon general sitting on a horse. Like other demons, he was stout and had an arrogant look on his face.
"His horse is half a length ahead of De Rossi," the observer said solemnly: "He must be a big shot~!"
"Understood." The shooter responded coldly, aiming at the Semitic general next to De Rossi.
The world now is a ruthless, hierarchical feudal society, and the class gap between nobles has penetrated into their bones. It is vividly displayed unconsciously.
Even people who don’t know where they are seated, how fast they walk, their position in the crowd. Who bows when they speak, who bends down, who has a serious expression, who has a smile on his face...etc.
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Through these details, you can see at a glance who is the highest-ranking big shot in the crowd.
And now, from the position where the general was surrounded by everyone, from the fact that everyone's mounts were carefully placed behind him, from the fact that De Rossi always had a smiling face when talking to him, taking the initiative to bend over and get closer to him, instead of the other party.
come over……
Through these actions, it can be clearly seen that the Semitic general next to De Rossi is the highest-ranking figure in their group.
Observers couldn't help but hesitate...
Which one should I fight?
Kill De Rossi and get the honorary title of assassinating JFK easily, and they will become legends among the Ghost Special Forces.
But his reason told him that he should beat the demon.
At this time, there was a sharp and harsh sound in the sky above their heads. The sound was as unpleasant as scratching glass with fingernails. It made people feel weak all over and their scalp was numb.
This shriek shook his mind, and the shooter couldn't help but lose consciousness. He shook his head vigorously to get the sound out of his mind.
Immediately afterwards, the nervous shouts of the Holy See soldiers rang out in the city.
"Demon War Fortress~!"
"Enter the bunker, everyone enter the bunker~!"
"Get into the bunker quickly."
"..."
The observer looked up at the sky and saw a group of countless black pyramid-shaped war fortresses swooping down from the sun, only a few hundred meters above the ground.
Using the cover of the sun, they successfully delayed the warning time of humans on the ground.
What's worse is that the direction of the demon war fortress is facing the small building where they are located. The undead tribe obviously wants to attack the city wall near the west gate first, which is the main battlefield.
The whistling sound of the War Fortress tearing through the air as it flew at high speed clearly reached the ears of the observers.
Putting the lich's annoying scream out of his mind, the shooter immediately put his eyes back in front of the sight, and spoke in a calm voice as usual: "Target, which one should you hit?"
He didn't even look at the undead war fortress that was about to launch a magic cannon above his head.
In front of the target, even if the sword falls on him, the shooter will not take a second look. At this moment, all his energy is concentrated on the scope, just waiting for the moment of pulling the trigger to strike - this is what they are trained to do.
Purpose.
This is also their value in venture capital companies. They are terrifying assassins. They are ruthless killers whose only mission is to kill their targets.
"The Semitic general on the left of De Rossi is the one~!" The observer was also worried at this time and said through gritted teeth - his reason told him that he must choose this person - this person is the biggest target~
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"Confirm~!" the shooter replied coldly.
A green light suddenly appeared in the sky - hundreds of magic cannons fired dark spells, dense as rain, falling from the sky.
The intensive artillery fire completely enveloped the small building where the ghost team was located.
The observer's face suddenly changed drastically, and he looked up at the green clouds above his head in horror.
Almost at the same time, the shooter's finger smoothly pulled the trigger. There was a "bang" sound, and the shooter's shoulder suffered the recoil of the bullet. His shoulder shook slightly.
In the blink of an eye, green and black light completely submerged the city walls and buildings near the West City Gate.
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Emperor De Rossi stood straight on his horse, with a smile on his lips, staring at the city of Delon in the east.
Maschinault looked up at the sky, suddenly laughed, and said proudly: "Look, they are coming."
Emperor De Rossi nodded and praised politely: "Yes. The time is just right."
In the sky above Delong's head, dense black shadows were rushing across from the sunlight and had begun to lower in height.
The dazzling and gorgeous attack on the War Fortress is about to begin~!
A single volley from hundreds of war fortresses is enough to submerge the entire western section of the city wall, killing everyone nearby and destroying buildings that are not thick enough.
Even such a powerful attack could not destroy Delong's city gates and walls. The solid city walls were too strong.
After a series of battles, the Semitic generals now also figured out a practical strategy for war fortresses.
After the War Fortress has gone through several rounds of saturation attacks and wiped out all the Holy See soldiers on the ground, the Lich and the Dark Mage will fall from the sky and rush directly into the city. They will launch an attack from within Delon City.
Even if the Holy See soldiers hide in bunkers, it will be useless. They will attack from both inside and outside, and attack from the ground and the air at the same time. The city can be easily conquered.
They used this tactic to fight from Oloron-Saint-Marie to Dron, and they were invincible and invincible along the way.
Looking at the proud Maschinot beside him, Emperor De Rossi sighed softly in an imperceptible voice. This city was not his, even though his De Rossi Empire had spent countless efforts to conquer Delon.
Thousands, or even nearly ten thousand lives, but these are worthless.
The city captured by Maschinault will definitely belong to Maschinault. Perhaps he has already promised the city of Delon to one of his generals.
This is an out-and-out vicious dog, and it will never spit out the meat it eats.
Maschinault looked proudly at the Semitic soldiers arrayed on the left and right sides.
They were all highly motivated, eager to try, and couldn't wait impatiently.
Every time a human city is conquered, these soldiers have the happiest time. They can enjoy themselves and kill wantonly in the city.
They can grab money, things, and women. They can take whatever they like, if any blind human being dares to say no.
It's very simple, just slit his throat and watch him struggle like a slaughtered chicken. They, the great conquerors, can still have fun and bet on how many seconds it will take for this guy to die.
The general above only said that too many humans are not allowed to be killed, and these humans will be used as slaves in the future. As for how much is too much, no one has yet stipulated, as long as they don’t kill them all. In fact, even if they are killed, they will be killed.
, and no one will take care of it.
Due to the deliberate connivance of the High Priest of the Undead behind the scenes, these soldiers have basically completely lost their humanity in this war, and they are still proud of it.
Seeing the war fortress circling and bombing wantonly over the city, the eyes of the Semitic soldiers all showed bloodthirsty and greedy lights: the carnival was about to begin.
In a few minutes, the lich and the dark mage will descend from the sky and capture the city gate. The rest will be left to them to show off their skills.
Gold coins, woman, will be available soon~!
The Semitic soldiers clenched the weapons in their hands and roared lowly like monsters. They paced restlessly back and forth in the military formation, and the originally neat queue gradually became distorted.
The officers did not suppress the soldiers' undisciplined behavior, but turned to look at the commander in the middle, eagerly waiting for his orders.
Amid the anticipation of everyone, Maschinault drew out his long sword and pointed it high into the air...
As soon as he waved it hard, hundreds of thousands of Semitic soldiers would rush forward with shouts.
They will, as they have done in the past, flood this city that dares to resist with blood and fire.
Maschinault's arm swayed slightly, and just when everyone thought he was about to shout "attack", the long sword pointing to the sky suddenly slipped from Maschinault's hand.
Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, Maschinault's upper body tilted back, swayed softly, and fell from the horse.
When Maschinot drew out his beautiful sword, Emperor De Rossi couldn't help but snorted coldly and cursed in his heart: How can you die if you don't pretend to be 13?
At the same time, he turned to look at the battlefield. His noble Majesty the Emperor did not want to look at Maschinault's slut.
His soldiers were retreating dejectedly to make room for the Semitic army that was preparing to attack.
On this trip, the great De Rossi Empire did another thankless business.
"What do you think we are? Footpads? What a fucking loser... eh? Is it raining?"
Just when he couldn't stop complaining, he suddenly felt a few drops of water fall on his face. Emperor De Rossi touched the water droplets on his face and wondered: "Why is it still sticky?"
When he lowered his head, he saw that there were not clear water droplets on his fingers, but a dark red, viscous liquid that seemed to be a little warm.
"This is..." Emperor De Rossi looked at his fingertips strangely, and suddenly there was a flash in his heart, and he blurted out in panic: "Blood~!"
At this time, the long sword in Maschinault's hand slipped to the ground and made a "clang" sound.
Emperor De Rossi raised his head and stared blankly at Maschinault in front of him, without reacting at all. He was still secretly wondering: Why did he suddenly lose half of his head?
Maschinault's body fell softly backward, then leaned to the right, fell off the horse, and fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound. His right foot was still hooked in the stirrup.
Maschinault, who fell to the ground, faced the sky and lay motionless on the ground.
De Rossi lowered his head and took a look, only to see that his eyeballs were already hanging outside the sockets, and his skull had disappeared, revealing a mixture of red and white things, scattered on the ground. Only half of his face was left blank.
Looking at the sky.
De Rossi looked blankly at Maschinault who fell to the ground, his mind went blank, and he only had one consciousness: This guy's head exploded~!
A few seconds later, he suddenly woke up. The blood on his fingertips was Maschinault's blood~!
Emperor De Rossi's body suddenly trembled violently. He lowered his head and vomited out, and all the undigested lunch in his stomach sprayed on his chest and the horse's neck.
The dismounted war horse suddenly started, jumped up with a neigh, and rushed forward quickly.
Only then did the Semitic generals wake up, and they loudly shouted: "Your Majesty!"
Including Maschinault's attendants, dozens of people rolled off their horses in panic, rushed towards Maschinault who was lying on the ground, surrounded him, and shouted in panic: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty
What's wrong?"
Then someone screamed loudly: "There are assassins, there are assassins~!"
The attendants immediately opened their blood-red eyes, drew their weapons and rushed around to search for the assassin.
The Semitic armies on both sides didn't know what was going on. They looked at the generals gathered together under the lightning banner in surprise and couldn't help but talk about it.
The division further away had not yet received the order to attack, so it also looked towards the central military formation.
The undead war fortress above Delong didn't know what was happening behind it, and was still bombarding the ground indiscriminately.
After covering Delong City almost completely with magic cannons, the lichs screamed, and countless black figures jumped out from the war fortress and threw themselves viciously at the ground like bald men.
But what makes the Lich commanding the war fortress strange is, why is there no movement at all from the Semitic army on the ground?
Shouldn't they attack at this time and cooperate to take down the city wall?
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The observer looked up and saw a dark spell as big as a millstone hitting him diagonally. In two or three seconds at most, it would hit the small building accurately.
There was a dull and loud gunshot, and the shooter had opened fire.
The observer didn't even think about it and shouted: "Withdraw~!"
As he spoke, he grabbed the camouflage suit on the shooter's back, lifted the 80-kilogram shooter from the ground, and then swung him toward the stairs.
The shooter held the rifle tightly with both hands, his finger still hooked on the trigger, and staggered back a few steps.
There was already a faint green above the observer's head. He used all his strength, roared and kicked the ground hard, and ran towards the stairs like a leopard.
One step, two steps... He rushed to the shooter's side in an instant, stretched out his arms to stop the shooter who fell backwards, kicked the ground with all his strength, and rushed towards the corridor with the shooter in his arms.
At this time, the green dark spell hit the roof of the building heavily, with such powerful force that half of the roof was blown away, and the green spell scattered like water splashes.
The observer and the shooter rushed into the corridor, hugged each other and rolled down the stairs. The venom that could melt muscles and corrode bones almost splashed on the wall next to their bodies, and there was a "stabbing" sound in an instant.
A thick, choking gray smoke emerged.
At this time, the small building that lost its support collapsed with a rumble.
Bricks and stones fell down like raindrops. Broken bricks, wood, and tiles flew everywhere, and the sound of "crackling" could be heard endlessly. It took a long time to stop, and the two ghosts were buried in the ruins.