Prologue: Terror Prelude(7)
“Rat-tat-tat!” Good guys open fire first, with the hot air produced by smokeless powder, the rifling engraves six grooves on the projectile. At the same time when the projectile is spat out, a few metal particles are sprayed out along, but the things noticeable sometimes are not these. Mixed with stale see breeze, the projectile is spinning and crashing into the edge of the stone wall, generally speaking, the 9mm Parabellum pistol round is unable to penetrate the stone wall completely, but when it’s shot from an oblique angle, the projectile is one hundred per cent sure of penetration and kills.
They won’t give a single early chance to the e***********aunch an attack, their target capturing rate was one hundred during these time, and their four men team got no single casualty.
As you are going to ask where the fourth member is.
“Puff, puff” Here comes the moans when rifle rounds drilling into human’s body, if you are going to find the source of these 7.62mm NATO shots, you better check it out with the fourth team member in the radio.
They won’t give a single early chance to the e***********aunch an attack, their target capturing rate was one hundred during these time, and their four men team got no single casualty.
As you are going to ask where the fourth member is.
“Puff, puff” Here comes the moans when rifle rounds drilling into human’s body, if you are going to find the source of these 7.62mm NATO shots, you better check it out with the fourth team member in the radio.
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