"Boom!"
Another gunshot rang out, and the yellow dot in the sky burst directly into a cloud of blood.
Sniper Ma Jiliang, who looked like an ordinary old farmer, put down his super-power sniper cannon, and his old, wrinkled face broke into a smile.
After the initial dislike, this ace sniper had started to grow fond of this powerful weapon.
There were obvious marks under his feet from the recoil, as it took him some time to adapt to this level of weaponry.
But each shot had the satisfying feeling of guaranteeing a kill….. when there were no aerial targets, he could even try to point at the unlucky bastards below.
At this level, direct fire against professionals with fast enough reflexes wasn't very effective…..but for those who couldn't dodge machinery and ordinary people, it was like shooting static targets.
The only problem was.... "
"How much ammo do we have left?"
