All the enemy's bullets have not been selected and modified, and even the quality has not been checked too much. All bullets have dark red ballistic lines, and long bright lines dragged out by tracer bullets in the air. At this moment, under the light that the signal bullet gradually extinguished, it became the only light source, which was extremely eye-catching.

Cassia does not have a blockade of heavy machine gun fire, and the pressure is very small. Judging the approximate bullet point of the next bullet based on these ballistic lines, it becomes easy to avoid attacks.

It is already three or four hundred meters away from the boulder, and the enemy's eyes are quickly recovering their due role. There are many boulders at the foot of the mountain range, but compared with the huge open areas around, it is not very effective to block the enemy's sight and bullets shot in.

Taking advantage of the enemy's replacement of magazines, due to the influence of signal flares, when the transfer and maintenance of firepower became less smooth, Cassia's route suddenly appeared at this moment. The speed was once again increased to the extreme, and the falling snowflakes and air became hindered. "Huhu" hit his face, and the cold feeling seemed to make his head clearer.

He plunged into the ancient woods next to him, and the huge trunks and stretched branches would be his best support afterwards. In the ancient mountains, each ancient tree has a torso that several people hugged. From the center of the trunk, the platinum bullet cannot completely penetrate it in most cases.

The pressure on his body decreased immediately after Cassia entered the woods, and there was no sound of air trembling from bullets shot by him. He did not dare to stop and he had no advantage. When the influence of the signal flare disappeared, it would become a lasting tug-of-war, and the toxic substances hidden in his body would play a huge harmful role.

Almost all the ground is filled with a layer of snow, and the traces left on it are obvious. Although it is still snowing heavily, the situation is not optimistic. These footprints want to erase them naturally. Without trees, it will take about an hour to completely cover the snow. Moreover, there is no reliable cover object in the open space, where it will become a flexible target to run in the snow.

In the woods, snowflakes cannot come in directly, and can only fall from the trunks with the snow, but this is not accurate. It is almost impossible to do so without leaving any traces.

And there is another thing that Cassia is worried about. They rested early in the evening because of the blizzard. While running, they took a look at the time. It was about three hours before the sky would be completely bright. Cassia felt that the only darkness that was good for him would disappear at that time.

While thinking, Cassia suddenly felt a cold feeling coming from the back of his head. When he had just experienced this feeling and did not understand what was going on, a strong wind blew over his face not far away. Then a sharp howling sound was heard in his ears, like friction between metals, shaking the eardrum and his heart.

The little snowflakes flying around were torn into pieces by the invisible wind. The pine wood chips with a fresh and light fragrance also rose from Cassia's back and "rustled", and then several ancient trees moaned painfully. They broke, but then fell down.

The first blood flowed out of the ears. It was already tender and it had not been strengthened by surgery. The strong wind that had just rotated had several gaps on Cassia's ears. A little flesh and a small piece of cartilage on the ears had disappeared, and it turned into something like wood chips falling around.

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

The face was also full of burning tearing. Compared to the pain on the ears, the face seemed to be swept back and forth by a sharp iron brush several times in an instant. The ice and snow that hit half of the face could not cool down the heat of the pain.

Blood oozed out from countless wounds torn by strong winds. Their heat was quickly absorbed by the surrounding air, and the running Cassia accelerated their condensation speed. A thin layer of red ice formed on half of her face. It was originally soft, but now it became a stiff iron mask-like thing. Cassia, who usually had a serious face, now has no expression.

The ancient trees behind them began to collapse in their own painful voices. Cassia's heart began to beat violently, with a faint and disgusting feeling. He turned his head and looked behind him. A large area of ​​the trunks of several ancient trees disappeared, revealing huge gaps. The things there were now all turned into wood chips flying in the air.

The modified powerful sniper bullet has no sign of weakening after directly piercing through the trunks of several ancient trees. The wind driven by the rotation of the bullet can also cause damage to Cassia. The sharp sound of friction air is enough to show how huge the power of the bullet is. This may be the first time Cassia has experienced the Blue Silver modified sniper bullet directly.

The power is too terrifying. In the platinum bullet, Cassia does not remember the type of bullet that has such power.

If he hit it directly, his body, including bones, might be blown into pieces in an instant. Cassia opened her mouth and sucked several breaths before he calmed down. He almost died just now, and there was a voice in his head that told him that it was a bad experience and he absolutely did not want to experience the second time.

A great sniper, Cassia exclaimed in her heart. This shot was definitely not shot after aiming. It was the intuition of a sniper, and it was considered as a super long perception that she had learned later.

"I'm so lucky, I didn't get hit." A surprised voice, with a strong sense of reluctance and hatred. Someone looked at the place where Cassia had just run past and said viciously.

"It's not luck." It's another more plain voice, without any emotional fluctuations. "It's just that my own exercise is far from meeting the requirements. Don't look at it just a little bit. It's a very difficult thing to narrow the distance again. Whether it's myself or the modification and running-in of these guns, luck is fair, and I didn't stand on either side this time."
Chapter completed!