"Kid, take your stuff and go up," Richard said as he looked at Long Feipeng and pointed upstairs.

"Me?

Are you sure? "

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?

Allen needs an assistant. He heard that you are carrying a sniper rifle and wants you to go over, "Richard said impatiently.

"Oh!

Okay, I understand. I will go up now. "Hearing that Allen wanted him, Long Feipeng was overjoyed.

Along the way, Long Feipeng had a lot of questions he wanted to ask Alan Martin, but Allen was a cold and taciturn person. He was not easy to approach.

This was exactly what Long Feipeng wanted. He was determined not to let go of this opportunity.

He happily agreed and climbed up to the third floor with his gun on his back.

After Long Feipeng left, Richard began to assign tasks quickly.

At this time, he could not wait to rescue his former colleagues.

"Ross, Griffin, we don't have much time left. Bu Lane and the others are being held hostage in the police station. They may be in danger at any time. We can't wait until dark before we act. Later, the three of us will sneak forward 200 meters and be careful not to expose ourselves. As for Moore, you are injured. Stay here and hide for Allen and the others."

"Understood!"

"Yes, Captain!"

"No problem, Boss."

Richard moved as fast as lightning and began to move in the direction of the police station.

Meanwhile, Long Feipeng, who had just climbed up to the third floor, was still confused.

He saw Allen lying on a collapsed brick wall with his rifle.

Long Feipeng did not dare to be careless. He also lay down and slowly moved to Allen's side.

"Have you used a 200 before?" Alan Martin heard movement behind him. He did not need to look back to know that it was Long Feipeng coming up.

Long Feipeng opened his gun bag and carefully took out the 200 sniper rifle. He said, "I have used it in the game, but not in real life."

"The scope of your gun can be magnified more than 20 times. This distance is more than enough, but you only have one shot." After saying that, Allen looked back at him.

At this time, Long Feipeng had opened the 200's bipod and placed it on the rubble. He then raised his right hand to pull the bolt, intending to load it.

The 200 was a rear-rotating gun. Like many newbies, the way he pulled the bolt was incorrect. Long Feipeng pulled it a few times, but he could not pull the bolt at all.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Allen frowned and reminded him, "This is a cold-bore gun. You can't pull it by force. You have to open the lock first, then pull the bolt along the left turn, understand?"

Hearing Allen's words, Long Feipeng's face showed a hint of awkwardness, but then he followed the other person's instructions.

Sure enough, at the top of the trigger, he found the so-called lock and moved the switch to the ON position.

His right hand rotated in the direction of the left turn and gently pulled back. Sure enough, the 200's bolt was pulled open.

There was a click in the magazine, and a 408 bullet was loaded into the chamber by the magazine spring.

Long Feipeng looked at the part of the bolt that was pulled out. There were a few clear threads on it.

There were also spots of yellow grease on the threads. The slightly pungent smell told him that it was gun oil.

After confirming that the bolt was in place, Long Feipeng followed the previous steps and pushed the bolt in.

Allen continued to remind him to lock the gun and close it again.

After these actions, Long Feipeng asked, "And then?"

"Follow the steps I said, step by step. Take your finger off the trigger, open the dust cover of the scope, and get ready to start focusing."

"Can't I see anything?

It's all black! "After Long Feipeng opened the dust cover, he put his eyes on the scope.

Through the scope, he saw nothing but darkness. It was completely different from what he expected.

After Allen saw this scene, he suppressed his anger and said, "The scope is not a telescope. You have to be a certain distance away to see things. If you are so close, as long as you fire, the recoil will blind your eyes."

"Hey?

I see it, but why is it all blurry? "After a certain distance, Long Feipeng saw something displayed on the lens of the scope.

Allen couldn't take it anymore. He finally exploded in anger and said, "Are you done?

Is there something wrong with your brain?

Forget it, you can leave. We don't need you here. "

Hearing Allen's order to leave, how could Long Feipeng resist?

He immediately said, "No, no, okay, I won't talk anymore.

I was wrong, okay? "

At this time, Richard's voice came from Allen's walkie-talkie, "How is it, Allen?

Are you guys ready?

We are in position. "

From his gun, Allen had already seen that Richard and the others had arrived at the designated location.

He pressed the button on the walkie-talkie and said, "Almost ready, give me one more minute."

Due to the urgency of time, Allen didn't intend to argue with Long Feipeng too much, so he continued to instruct him.

"Do you see the ring behind the scope?

Try to turn it and make it as clear as possible. The target is on the second floor of the police station on the right, the second to last room. He is wearing a white down jacket, a dark red beanie, and has a weapon in his hand. "

Long Feipeng didn't dare to breathe. He followed Allen's instructions and turned the scope to the target area.

Sure enough, he found the gangster that Allen had mentioned on the second floor of the opposite police station.

At this time, the target was holding a gun in one hand and a cigarette in the other, talking and laughing with another gangster.

Long Feipeng continued to turn the zoom ring, and he could even clearly see the smile on the target's face.

"Okay, that's enough. Don't adjust the magnification too much, or it will affect the accuracy. Put two-thirds of the target's body into the scope.

"Now I'll teach you how to adjust the position. Do you see the two knobs in the middle of the scope?

The top one is the left and right windward position, and the right one is the high and low position.

"The target is about 350 meters away from us. Constant, downwind position. We are one floor higher than the target, so the left and right positions don't move, and the high and low position move back two micrometers.

"Aim the front sight at the target's chest. Remember to hold your breath when you fire, and try to keep your body as stable as possible at the moment of firing. Don't make any big movements, understand?"

Faced with what Alan Martin said, Long Feipeng didn't really understand.

But he still followed the other person's instructions. Fortunately, the gun's scope was equipped with a ballistic assist system.

In the scope, a small red box near the front sight began to appear clearly.

As the scope shook slightly, the value displayed in the lens and the red box changed.

Long Feipeng moved his hands, trying to make the small red box match the target's head.

"Okay, I'm done," said Long Feipeng when he felt that he was almost confident.

"On my command, three, two, one, fire." Alan Martin had locked onto his target long ago, waiting for Long Feipeng to fire so that he could take action.

But after yelling the command and waiting for three seconds, he still didn't hear the sound of Long Feipeng's gunshot.

Looking back, he almost pissed Allen off.

He saw Long Feipeng lying on the ground looking through the scope, fiddling with the gun in his hand.

While pulling the trigger, he muttered, "Huh?

That's weird, why can't I pull it off? "It looked very funny.

"Safety, safety, idiot," Alan Martin growled in a low voice.

Hearing Allen's reminder, Long Feipeng, who had come back to his senses, realized that it was because the safety on his gun wasn't on, which was why he had made such a mistake.