Steel Steam and Flame

　　 Kara paid the money and parked the car by the side of a coffee shop. She wore a peaked hat and her hair stretched out on both sides. There were round, ink-colored eyes on her face, which were so big that they almost covered half of her small face. The sniper rifle was disassembled into parts in advance by her, and carefully placed in the leather box that she carried.

　　 stepped on a few centimeters of high-heeled shoes, and the heels "chuckled" on the cement slate floor, making a pleasant sound. The gray skirt hung down, but unfortunately there was no wind to stretch its wrinkled hem.

　　 This casual but distinctive personality has attracted the attention of too many pedestrians. Cara's body is as cold as steel and has a ferocious temperament like a sniper rifle, and he no longer sends out signals not to come near.

　　 step by step towards the port area, the map was already in her mind yesterday, and the various sniper positions were also selected during the field visit the day before yesterday. What I have to do today is just take a black sniper rifle and golden bullets and try it, and try the sniper rifle that has not been used for a long time as a partner.

　　 Even though dressing up is very attractive to the eyes, but when he needs to hide his slightly thin figure and eliminate his sense of existence, Kara can still disappear from everyone's vision in a short time. She not only has the charming charm of being a female, but also the basic consciousness of being a sniper.

　　 While everyone was reminiscing and sighing that the grey-white shadow just disappeared, Kara had already brought the leather box to the roof of a house, the height of which was obviously shorter than the tall steel buildings that stood around. This is like the difference between the eaves of a bowl and the bottom of the bowl, but the bowl is not complete. In front of Kara looked over, the buildings there negotiated to make a gap, and a gap appeared in the bowl. Fatal gap.

　　 The vision spread out in a fan shape at the gap, and there is a vast view of the port area. Gray-blue is always the main color of steam factories and warehouses, and the steam machines that are busy carrying goods there are also painted with layers of gray-blue paint.

　　You can also see the light blue Moon Lake as the background of everything at the farthest point, and all the slack fishing boats are also dispatched at this time. Although today's weather can be regarded as sunny, the more and more broken clouds in the sky these days have made the Gerun Oasis under its shelter seem a little depressing.

"Is it a precursor of the black dust storm?" Cara opened the leather box in his hand. There were layers of fine and smooth silk on it. On it were the parts of the sniper rifle that had been well maintained by her, except for the bullets placed next to him. The negotiated acquiescence of black is like silence that will never confide a word.

　　 "It's really weird weather, when it's not on the night of the full moon, there can be black dust storms?" Kara asked herself softly, and a ferocious black dragon regained her original indifference and vitality in her hands.

　　 One side of the optical sight is a bright red cross pupil, and the other side is the daily scenery of the port that has been magnified dozens of times. It was a semi-open and closed warehouse. There were workers who were carrying goods, and there were also drivers who drove vehicles to carry steel parts. On the side was a foreman-like figure holding a notebook. They didn't know they were being stared at by a girl who was a close relative of a cold-blooded animal. Her eyes are reflecting every move of the prey, as long as the fingers are gently pressed down a little bit, in less than a blink of an eye, the head of the person who is trapped by the red cross on the optical sight can be extra. A round bullet hole came.

　　 But more often, their heads will still become fragments, and their bodies will have to stand stiffly for a few seconds before they fall down. This is the stage script that Cara had planned long ago. If her fingers are really pressed down, she, as the planner and director, must let the actors in the backstage come to perform like this.

　　 But everything is ready now. There are audiences, directors, scripts, and stage sound effects. What is missing is the most important stage performer. They haven't appeared in Kara's eyes yet.

　　 "Where are the performers I reserved." Carla's mouth moved slightly, and her breathing became completely different from usual at this time, as smooth as she herself had melted into the air. The body is also softer. It is a lazy gray-white kitten basking in the sun, and his eyes are too comfortable to open.

　　 The sniper rifle was slowly moving to one side, and the fan-shaped field of vision was being eroded a little bit. The enemies hiding in it couldn't escape Kara's sharp and sharp sight.

　　 The map indicates that this is Fros's area of ​​influence. He has an armed squad in the warehouse here and an entrance to the underground waterway network. Some of the guns used to arm those firepower points yesterday were shipped from here.

　　 Kara also knows the intentions of the arms smugglers. This is not based on intelligence speculation, but only her own intuition. She sometimes feels that she is the same kind of people as the arms dealers. In other words, when she faces such a situation, she will definitely bring her own hands to fight Fros, and it is very likely that she will be the first. The man who shot.

　　 As it is now, her current status is not an arms smuggler, but she has decided to create an excuse for war on both sides who dare not shoot in advance. Both sides know it well, but things must have a process on the bright side. Just like those businessmen, no matter how dark or messing around in private, when everyone meets, all they see are smiling faces welcoming and embracing. The photos taken by the reporters will never lie.

　　 "The performers are all in place, and the curtain is now opened." Kara loaded a bullet from the sniper rifle. In the scope, you can see a team of Frost's men who are taking a break. They are standing under the iron field shed to blow the air, and some people are drinking and smoking.

　　 Not far from the shed are three bullet-proof walls. There are eight or nine heavy machine guns staggered to each other, but now there are only two people on the side~www.readwn.com~ The rest are just empty displays.

　　 The underground waterway is tight, and there are not enough people? Of course not, calling someone to use a gun only requires three steps. The first step is to lift the gun and aim the front sight at the person; the second step is to open the safety latch; the third step is to press the trigger.

　　 Some firearms manufactured by weapon workshops do not even have a safety catch, so the second step can be saved.

　　 The number of people is definitely enough for defense, but what if it is used for other things? For example, taking the time of these few days to rush to the mine to do something...

　　 Kara continued to observe, until the black shadow pressed by the surrounding buildings appeared in his vision.

　　 This is a small base that is not tightly guarded. After Cara saw it through an optical scope, there was no intuition or someone with strong mental power could feel her sight.

　　 There is no surgeon among the seventeen people. This is her final conclusion.

With the help of the various markings on the sniper scope, I silently calculated the distance from the black muzzle to there, felt the wind of the flowing air through the face without any makeup, and finally got the accuracy through the slight fluttering of the flag above the port warehouse. Wind speed. Before I came here, I borrowed David’s gold weighing instrument. The weight of each bullet that was weighed also appeared in my mind at this time. With gravity and mathematical wings, the rotating bullet cuts the trajectory of the air. It also seemed to appear in her eyes at this moment.

　　 When Kara's slender fingers gently pressed the steel part called "trigger", a wonderful stage play began at a distance of about 3,500 meters.

　　Carla named it "Golden Bullet~www.readwn.com~~ Welcome readers to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.readwn.com~ mobile phone users, please go to read.