"Bang!" White Sniper imitated a gunshot with his mouth.
Black Sniper shuddered, and White Sniper laughed loudly as he worked the action.
"Damn you, that wasn't funny at all!" Black Sniper snapped angrily. "There are hired security forces nearby. If you fire that gun, we won't last ten minutes!"
"That's an exaggeration. Even if I fire, we can still retreat."
"We definitely won't get away. A swarm of drones will cover the sky above us in minutes, and then the shells will come flying in by the second! I've been through it plenty of times!"
"But you're fine, and you haven't lost any limbs."
"Everyone around me died by the truckload! Do you want to be next?"
"Calm down. I was only joking. Do you have no sense of humor? Get to work. Didn't you say there were drones patrolling? Let's finish the job and get out of here."
The two men reached into their ghillie suits and wriggled a few times like insects. Soon, they pulled out several small packets, poured out the components, and assembled them skillfully. Before long, a pitch-black metal cylinder appeared, resembling a mortar shell. With a bang, its warhead plunged deep into the sand.
It was a small geological scanner capable of detecting the strata within several kilometers.
White Sniper took out a small tablet and tapped at the screen for a long while. "Damn, it's not working. Let's change locations."
Black Sniper pulled out the metal cylinder, moved it several meters to the side, and drove it viciously into the dune again.
"I'm getting some signal." White Sniper stared at the screen. "Move it a little more!"
A moment later, the signal finally connected. Disorderly lines appeared on the pitch-black screen. Most of them were yellow, forming undulating, continuous sand dunes. Soon, some