บท 169: Silent Heated Blood

The identity of the hostage gave Mute a feeling of intimacy that was indescribable. The fact that the enemies were terrorists made him possess a hatred that was incomparable. The little bit of reason he had barely managed to maintain began to crumble.

Qin Fen drew in a deep breath. He raised his head to look at the tunnel with a fixed incline. This was yet another headache.

As for curve shots, Qin Fen only learned how to do curve shots parallel to flat ground. Fancy curve shots, as described by the Old Second of All Ages Gun King, was a truly high-level perfect art. It wasn't an easy thing at all to learn this. Even Qin Zhan didn't use any fancy curve shots in his battles back in the day.

It was impossible to land a hit on the enemies inside the tunnel without using fancy curve shots. Qin Fen drew in a deep breath. He collected his Barret M82A1 from the ground once more, and he slowly closed his two eyes, doing his best to concentrate his mind.