One kilometer away.
"Awesome!"
"Yeehaw!!!"
"Epic!"
"That dumbass actually stood so high up!"
"Who the hell told you to shoot!"
"But he was too conspicuous, I couldn't help it!"
In the bandit squad, disputes and arguments arose among the people in the vehicle after the cheers.
The one who fired was a professional sniper.
He looked dumbfoundedly at his index finger that had just pulled the trigger.
Oddly enough, he was only planning to aim.
But for some reason,
Through the eight-times scope, when he saw the guy's face clearly, his index finger moved on its own!
Damn sniper talent!
Damn instinct!
Damn golden trigger finger!
The sniper blamed everything on the instincts of a sniper.
"Fuck! We've alerted them! GOGOGO!"
"Don't let the 'rabbit' get away!"
"RUSH! RUSH! RUSH!"
"Squads three and four, circle around to the back!"
"We want them alive! Remember, a dead 'rabbit' is worthless!"
"Roger that!"
