At that moment, through his sniper scope, Zhou Quan had already spotted the foreigner Rick with camouflage paint on his face.
But he did not make Rick his first target. Instead, he lowered the muzzle and locked onto the MK19 Grenade Launcher.
These damned foreigners were after those four tons of meth worth 250 million US dollars.
Although they had brought such a devastating weapon, they clearly would not fire grenades straight at the salvage ship to blanket it with explosions.
The grenade launcher was more of a defensive precaution, a trump card held in reserve.
Still, to be safe, Zhou Quan had to take out that grenade launcher immediately.
"Phew!"
Letting out a deep breath, Zhou Quan calmed his mind and focused, bringing his entire body into a rhythm that harmonized perfectly with the salvage ship's rise and fall.
For sniping at sea, wind speed and humidity differed greatly from conditions on land.
Besides, this salvage ship was not particularly large, and its tonnage could not fully counteract the swell.
For Sergeant Zhou, however, none of these factors were enough to affect his marksmanship.
Bang!
With a deep, resounding report, a 12.7 mm armor-piercing machine-gun round burst from the barrel and struck the grenade launcher with unerring accuracy.
Those sea dogs had brought a devastating weapon, but Sergeant Zhou had come prepared as well.
A large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle and specialized armor-piercing rounds were what Sergeant Zhou had prepared specifically for these sea dogs.
Under normal circumstances, that shot would certainly have severely damaged the grenade launcher.
Of course, even if their devastating weapon remained barely functional, they would no longer be able to use it to return fire.
That was because Zhou Quan had aimed specifically at the point where the grenade launcher's tripod connected to its receiver.