Chianti stared blankly at her shattered lower leg, feeling the bone-deep pain, and let out a scream.
Only then did she realize that her leg had been blown off by that absurd anti-materiel rifle!
Blood immediately began spraying everywhere.
She reached out and covered the mangled wound.
But the blood spurting from the artery quickly soaked her hands.
In her daze, Chianti could still feel sensations from her lower leg.
But she knew clearly that it was phantom limb pain.
Her leg was beyond saving...
She gritted her teeth as fury and pain surged through her heart.
But as a professional sniper, she did not let her emotions control her for long.
Her past experience turned into immediate action.
She scanned her surroundings, ruled out the car beside her, and fixed her gaze on a load-bearing wall.
Then she climbed with difficulty, desperately avoiding the already-pierced concrete wall and praying she would not be hit by the next shot.
Another boom rang out.
The round pierced through the concrete wall and slammed into a concrete support pillar on the other side, smashing the concrete apart and exposing the bundled rebar within.
This was followed by a series of explosive cracking sounds.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Korn! Cover me!"
"I'm hurt!"
"That guy's anti-materiel rifle can punch through concrete walls!"
Chianti turned back toward the suddenly exploding support pillar, cursing frantically as she kept climbing and shouted into the earpiece she wore.
"Understood!"
Korn answered, raising his sniper rifle and peering through the scope as he desperately tried to lock onto the figure on the rooftop, reflected in his scope while holding a huge black hunk of metal.
At that moment, Korn was a full thousand meters from the target. He knew his best record was only five hundred