Steel steam and flame

All the enemy's bullets have not been selected or modified, and they have not even been inspected for quality. All the bullets have dark red ballistic lines, as well as the long bright lines dragged by the tracer bullets in the air. At this moment, under the gradually extinguished light of the signal bomb, it became the only light source, which was extremely eye-catching.

There is no blockade of heavy machine gun fire here in Cassia, so there is little pressure. Based on these ballistic lines, you can determine the approximate impact point of the next bullet, making it easy to avoid attacks.

It was already three to four hundred meters away from the boulder, and the enemy's eyes were returning to their proper function very quickly. There are many boulders at the foot of the mountains, but compared to the huge open space around them, they are not very effective in blocking the enemy's sight and incoming bullets.

While the enemy was changing their magazines, due to the influence of the flares, the handover and maintenance of firepower became less smooth due to the panic, and the route Cassia ran suddenly appeared at this moment. The speed was once again increased to the extreme state, and the falling snow flakes and air became obstacles. "Whoosh" hit his face, and the cold feeling seemed to make his head clearer.

He plunged into the ancient forest next to him. The huge tree trunks and spreading branches would become his best support later. In the ancient mountains, every ancient tree has a trunk that can be embraced by several people. Hitting from the very center of a tree trunk, a platinum bullet cannot completely penetrate it in most cases.

The pressure on Cassia's body immediately decreased after she plunged into the woods, and there was no longer the sound of the air trembling from bullets fired around her. He didn't dare to stop, and he never had the advantage. When the impact of the flare wears off, this will become a protracted tug-of-war, and the toxic substances still hidden in the body will play a huge harmful role.

Almost all the ground was covered with a layer of snow, leaving obvious traces on it. Although it is still snowing heavily, the situation is not optimistic. If you want to rely on nature to erase these footprints, even if there are no trees to cover them, it will take about an hour for the snow to completely cover them. And there is no reliable cover in the open, where he will become a flexible target running in the snow.

In the woods, snowflakes cannot come in directly. They can only rely on the snow to fall from the tree trunks, but this is not guaranteed. It is almost impossible to leave no trace.

And there is another thing that Cassia is worried about. They went to bed early at night because of the heavy snow. I glanced at the time while running, and saw that it would be completely bright in about three hours. Cassia felt that the only darkness that was good for him would disappear at that time.

While thinking, Cassia suddenly felt a cold feeling on the back of her head. When he was just experiencing this feeling and not understanding what was happening, a strong rotating wind blew past his face not far away. Then he heard a sharp whistling sound in his ears, like the friction between metals, vibrating his eardrums and his heart.

The little snowflakes flying around were torn into pieces by the invisible wind. Pine tree chips with a fresh and light fragrance also rose from Cassia's back at this time, "rustling" and scattering, and then there were the painful groans of several ancient trees. They are breaking, but then they fall.

Blood flowed out of the ear first. It was already tender and had not been strengthened much by the surgery. The strong wind that had just rotated cut several gaps in Cassia's ears. A bit of flesh and small pieces of cartilage on the ears had disappeared, turning into things like sawdust falling around.

The blood that flowed out finally emitted a little white steam in the air, and the next moment it quickly lost heat in the cold temperature and condensed into bright red ice cubes.

There was also a burning tearing sensation on his face. Compared to the pain in his ears, it felt like his face had been swept back and forth many times with a sharp iron brush in an instant. The ice and snow hitting half of his face couldn't cool down the heat of pain.

Blood oozed from countless wounds torn open by the strong wind. Their heat was quickly absorbed by the surrounding air, and Cassia's running speed accelerated their condensation. Half of his face was covered with a thin layer of red ice. It was originally soft, but now it has become something like a stiff iron mask. Cassia, who usually has a serious face, now has no expression at all.

The ancient trees behind them began to collapse with a painful sound of their own. Only then did Cassia's heart begin to beat violently, with a sickening feeling. Turning his head and looking behind him, he saw that a large section of the trunks of several ancient trees had disappeared, revealing huge gaps. Everything there is now like sawdust flying in the air.

The power of the modified powerful sniper bullets did not show much signs of weakening after directly penetrating the trunks of several ancient trees. The wind caused by the rotation of the bullet can also cause damage to Cassia. The sharp sound of friction against the air is enough to show how huge the power is on the bullet. This may be Cassia's first direct experience with blue-silver modified sniper bullets.

The power was too terrifying. Among the platinum bullets, Cassia couldn't remember a bullet type with this power.

If hit directly, your body, including your bones, might be blown to pieces in an instant. Cassia opened her mouth and took several breaths to stabilize her mood. He almost died just now, but a voice in his head told him that it was a really bad experience, and he had absolutely no expectations of experiencing it a second time.

What a powerful sniper, Cassia praised in her heart. This shot was definitely not fired by aiming. It was the intuition of a sniper. It can be regarded as the super long-range perception developed later.

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"I'm so lucky, I didn't get hit." A voice of surprise, with a strong feeling of unwillingness and hatred. Someone looked at the area where Cassia had just run and said viciously.

"It's not luck." It was another calmer voice, without any emotional fluctuations in it. "It's just that my own training is far from meeting the requirements. Don't look at the difference. I want to close that distance again. Shrinking is a very difficult thing. Whether it is myself or the modification and running-in of these firearms. Luck is fair, and I am not taking any side this time."

"It's a pity that the two people who can score the most points all ran away. I said it would have been better if we had just fired at them, and things like this wouldn't have happened now." The man did not pick up what he just said and talked about another thing. Maybe he heard the educational tone in those words.