"Guard! The highest point on the northwest side of the factory, on top of that steel frame concrete water tower!"
"Copy that!"
Zhao Hua responded, assuming Gu Ji had discovered the position due to proximity.
He hurriedly adjusted the monocular rangefinder towards the target.
"Spotted the target in view, 11 o'clock direction, on the water tower steel frame, wearing a filthy robe!"
"Distance!"
"1186 meters! Bullet flight time 1.37 seconds, wind direction three-quarters unit, move two grids to the left!"
Every time Zhao Hua recited a datum.
Zhou Yang quickly adjusted the scope parameters, just as he was about to lock on the target.
In the view, the sniper suddenly shifted his gun, pointing into the factory premises.
"Damn, he's locking onto our people!"
"Gu Ji..."
"It's too late! Bang—!"
Zhao Hua was about to warn Gu Ji and the others to take cover, but in a blink, Zhou Yang pulled the trigger.
The gunshot rang out.
