"There's a sniper!"
"The insanely accurate kind!"
The Blue Team's artillerymen were being slaughtered one after another. Their commander hurriedly shouted.
People kept dying from far away, and the players immediately fell into chaos.
Nobody wanted to get killed without even seeing the enemy. For a while, everyone searched for cover and hid.
"Where's our sniper?"
"Hurry and return fire!"
The Blue Team snipers raised their scopes and searched. They quickly locked onto several firing points.
The trajectories were too obvious. The Red Team was using assault rifles, and the muzzle flashes from their bursts could be clearly seen everywhere.
"Where's the sniper's position? I can't find it!"
Judging by experience, the Blue Team's snipers still couldn't find the mysterious sniper who kept picking them off.
That mysterious sniper could kill so efficiently from eight hundred meters away. He had to be an expert.
But if he was killing this quickly, it meant he wasn't firing one shot and changing positions. In that case, there was no reason they couldn't see his firing point.
Yet through their scopes, every firing point was an assault rifle. It seemed that some people on the Red Team were simply wasting bullets in frustration.
"Damn it! Where is he hiding?" The three Blue Team snipers searched desperately, but couldn't find any sniper trace.
"Could he be using an assault rifle? What a joke! Impossible..."
As their comrades died one after another, everyone could only huddle behind the tanks. One sniper simply fired a shot toward one of the firing points.
"Pfft!"
He didn't get a kill notification, meaning he had missed. That was normal; even for a sniper, this distance was difficult.
However, he hadn't expected that just one second after firing, before he could pull his head back behind cover, a bullet would