Jing Baiye did not lie. For him, only the left eye was the key to the target.
The enemy that honed his sniping ability was not a human being, but a military robot originally intended to be used in human wars.
It is small in size, has a hard shell, moves extremely fast, and can carry twenty micro-missiles on its body, making it the best weapon for killing. The only weakness and key point is the main control chip under the left eye. To destroy them alone, one must attack them
One hit on the left eye.
When attacking, you must wear a shielding suit that covers your whole body. If you get too close, you will be directly scanned by their radar system. This distance is about 1000 meters, which is about 1093.6 yards. If you don't wear a shielding suit, it will be 2000 meters
Outsiders will be discovered.
The shielding jacket is not omnipotent. If a shot misses, the military robot can still instantly analyze the attacker's direction and distance, and then throw a mini-missile directly at it.
The teacher who taught him sniping was blown up to pieces, and Jing Baiye didn't even recover his body.
...However, he couldn't tell anyone about these past life events. Even Belmod would only think of him as having a superb sniper talent, and due to his own reasons, he had a special affection for other people's left eyes.
Midorikawa Xin also didn't believe what he said, looking at him with a complicated expression, as if he was hesitant to speak.
"Stop talking about me," Jing Baiye reached out to touch the touch screen and directly entered Midorikawa's Roman accent. The opponent's previous results popped up on it, "What's the matter with you, it took you 500 yards to hit someone on the shoulder?"
The system clearly shows Midorikawa Shin's abilities. His cooking and care are special A-level, his bare-handed combat and sniping are A-level, and he has strong attack power despite being gentle. This sniping ability alone is already better than the following two.
A colleague who already has a code name is stronger. They can all hit 650 yards. How could he not even be able to hit 500 yards?
"Are you hiding your strength, or were you distracted just now? I think you can reach at least 700 yards." Jing Baiye stared at him.
"Sorry, I happened to see you coming back at that time, so..." Midorikawa Xin said embarrassedly.
Seeing him like this, Jing Baiye was a little speechless. He was really curious about how such a person got into the organization.
His parents are scumbags and they are selling him off? Something happened at home and he is short of money? He accidentally got cheated on a friend? Or is there another undercover... No, he can't learn how to drink gin and meet everyone like he is an undercover agent, always suspicious and overly vigilant, that kind of weird thing
Whoever wants the undercover ptsd will get it, he doesn't want it... Even if such a person is capable, this kind of personality will still be easy to be short-lived in the organization.
Jing Baiye jumped off the railing and landed on the ground, reaching out to Midorikawa Xin: "Give me the gun."
Midorikawa Xin handed him the gun, and he weighed it a few times. Most of the guns in the sniper simulation were real guns that had been processed and had no bullets. The ones he most commonly used here were the m82a1 sniper rifle and the Czech cz85 pistol. Others.
Even if you are not comfortable with various light weapons, you have learned about them and can use them.
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"...Are you hiding your strength, or were you distracted just now? I think you can reach at least 700 yards."
When Angstra said these words, Zhu Fu Jingguang's heart was far from as calm as on the surface.
700 yards, which was exactly what he had achieved during training at the Metropolitan Police Department. He was almost certain to hit the target when shooting at this distance. It depends on a certain amount of luck at longer distances. After joining the organization as an undercover agent, he never fired again.
At this distance, he didn't know whether Angstra was just saying it casually, or whether this young man had some ability to see through others.
Angstra clicked a few times on the machine, and the surrounding environment began to change. The projector displayed the background he had set - at dusk, an apocalyptic city ruins. The viewing angle was in a certain place.
On a high building, the target person was standing downstairs, looking around nervously like a real living person, and started running towards the sheltered shadow.
Moving targets are very troublesome. Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't know why Angostura had to challenge such a difficult challenge when he first came up.
"First...700 yards."
Angstra muttered to himself. He picked up the gun, pointed his only intact eye at the sight on the gun, and pulled the trigger without expression at the moment when the target was about to completely enter the shelter.
.
A burst of blood burst out from the target's left eye, and the surrounding images began to disappear.
"..."
Zhu Fu Jingguang said nothing, standing not far behind Angstra, watching him repeat the training with an indifferent expression: set the background - increase the distance - pull the trigger - success - set a new background - continue
Increase distance—pull the trigger again…
He didn't pause at all, and didn't seem to feel the fatigue that comes with long-term mental concentration. He was like an emotionless killing machine.
He pulled the trigger again and again, obviously doing extremely violent things, but there was never any murderous intent on his body, and his movements were as smooth as if he was just cutting toast for breakfast.
Until 1250 yards, this time Angstra missed... Actually, it didn't miss, because the shot hit the middle of the target's forehead, but it didn't hit the left eye like before. If it were in reality, this blow would be enough to make people
Killed.
But Angstra didn't seem to be satisfied with the result. He took back the gun and looked at the bullet hole in the target's forehead, his expression a little ugly.
"...are you still going on?" Zhu Fu Jingguang asked softly.
"I don't want to practice anymore." Angstra turned around and handed the gun to his hand, looked at the image that had not disappeared, and then said to him: "Do you want to practice? If you want to practice, I will wait.
you."
Zhu Fu Jingguang carefully looked at his expression and found that he had regained his composure, and his eyes and tone of voice were relatively normal.
"Then please wait for me for a while," he said.
"Yeah." Angstra responded and sat on the railing on the side as before.
His legs were not put down honestly, but were swaying somewhat haphazardly. His whole body was swaying there, and his hands refused to grab anything. There was an unfathomable darkness under him, as if someone was gently touching him in front of him.
With one push, he would fall backwards and die here with such a calm and indifferent expression.
Zhu Fu Jingguang watched his movements and couldn't help but frown.
Is Angstra not afraid of death? Why would he do such an unnecessary and dangerous move... Friedman said that minor members will have a guardian, and Angstra has one, so his guardian can
Can't you come over and take care of him?
"Why are you looking at me? There are no buttons on my face to control the machine." Angstra stopped shaking and looked at him with a strange expression.
"...Can you come down?" He finally couldn't help but said, and added: "If you keep sitting on the railing and swinging your legs, the platform will be affected."
Angstra looked down, as if evaluating what he said: "It seems so." Then walked away from the railing.
Seeing him calm down, Zhu Fu Jingguang breathed a sigh of relief.