When I Opened My Eyes, I Was in the Middle of the Battlefield - Chapter 139
When I Opened My Eyes, I Was in the Middle of the Battlefield chapter 139
The stealth high-speed boat was moving at high speed.
I could tell without looking at the figures displayed on the instrument panel or the sight of riding over the waves.
The pressure on the body was different.
After getting off the cargo ship, a force different from when approaching the Taril Islands was exerted on his entire body.
In addition, the feeling of rumbling in the stomach or headaches became more severe.
A kind of motion sickness.
Despite having a constitution that is resistant to dizziness, the feeling of breaking through several meters of waves was felt all over the body.
So I got it.
Unlike the time of infiltration, the fact that the speed limit of 60 knots and about 111 km per hour was approaching.
It was a fact that I knew because when I first put it in, I was told various things from the side as if I was holding a new weapon demonstration or fair.
In addition to that, I heard quite a few specifications about stealth high-speed boats.
How fast it is, how many meters it can withstand, how good its durability including bulletproof performance is, and what other functions it has.
Even back then, it felt like experiencing new equipment, so I thought it would be entertaining.
Although the weather was so bad that it was raining and windy, it was possible to infiltrate with RIB high-speed boats or IBS.
To put it simply, I didn’t think much of it, but now it was different.
It was keenly aware that the stealth high-speed boat was the flagship product of the US Navy’s new weapons.
Because at this speed, in this weather, it was galloping like crazy without capsizing.
Thanks to that, the gap was also narrowing.
– 2.8 miles (approximately 4.5 km) from the target!
By the time you think you’re satisfied.
I hesitated in the radio that followed.
– Visually check unidentified cargo ships! Approaching the target ship!
Korean words came out in verse.
It was because the timing was faster than I thought.
I thought I would get close to the sea and capture it, but that expectation was wrong.
Jose, who was with him, muttered as if he was thinking the same thing.
– God damn it, a cargo ship already? Looks like they changed the route of the damn freighter too?
“If so… … .”
The answer that followed was vague.
It was because the nuclear development researcher had to cross the water and catch the strand by killing, but that was also not easy.
Because both the street and the environment were the worst.
If the situation continues as it is, it was clear that ultra-long-range sniping, which would not be easy even on land, would be carried out in windy and rainy waters.
If the boat with the nuclear development researcher does not capsize in the middle, it must be done.
Jose’s voice, knowing that, reached out heavily.
– Lee, I think you should do it again… is it possible
His face darkened as he spoke.
The tone of voice was also a little heavier.
I seemed to know why.
Because what I had to ask for was difficult enough to ask about the possibility.
To be precise, ultra-long-range sniping at sea.
It might also require a longer range than the widely publicized sniper record.
Of course, there were many times when I hit a target far away.
I was confident because I had practiced shooting on Uncle Harry’s fallow land and on land given by the State Department.
However, the conditions were very different.
There was no space here to set up an observatory with a tripod, and there was no lawn to lie on.
All that was there was a wall that could mount the gun when standing and shooting.
Even so, I couldn’t open the bipod properly.
It wasn’t made for sniping, it was a 9-seater high-speed boat built for quick maneuvering.
It was also raining and windy, and there were even waves.
In other words, you have to overcome all the bad conditions that are unfavorable to sniping.
Worst of all, I had to shoot two people.
I didn’t know if I was wrong, I might miss both.
Jose had to ask if it would be possible.
Although I was good at shooting, it wasn’t like I could use magic.
And perhaps the same thoughts as Jose, the faces of the Devgrew members looking at me were also serious.
Around the time when you feel miserable because wet soil and grass are smeared on top of camouflage cream.
I replied before it was too late.
“I have to.”
No other answer was in my options.
In the first place, I was the only one who could do it, and I had no intention of letting the nuclear development researcher go like this.
The development of nuclear missiles had to be further delayed.
It was assumed that it would have been delayed by eliminating Sergei and other villains, but that was far from enough.
Because the core personnel were doing this.
I had to deal with it before I could get to work.
Of course, the sniping timing was bad, so it could be caught on land, but that was impossible for another reason.
It was because the ship the nuclear research institute was trying to transfer was a Chinese cargo ship, and the cargo ship’s destination was none other than Novorossiisk in the Black Sea.
In other words, it was a very dogged route from North Korea to China and from China to Russia.
It is said that if it cannot be dealt with at sea now, it will have to resort to tricks against Chinese cargo ships or enter Russian territory in the Black Sea.
So, I only had one thing to do.
The first thing a nuclear researcher would do before boarding a Chinese freighter.
Or they would have to take the risk of infiltrating or assassinating China and Russia.
Of course, there was a similar scene in Lareple, which I played, but I didn’t want to do it again.
Too many die, and too many to kill.
I added a word to this before it was too late.
“Let’s try to get as close as possible until time permits, and when the target stops and makes contact with the freighter, we stop as well.”
– okay. you can do it… … .
While Jose answered cautiously, a solid answer came back from Devgru.
– All right, Echo 10.
After hearing that answer, I was about to prepare for a sniping.
An explosion was heard from afar.
It came from the Taril Islands, from where we had left, and then gunfire, faded by the sound of rain, began to be heard.
It seemed that an engagement had finally taken place.
“after… … .”
A sigh came out of my mouth.
I did it because I was worried.
I wasn’t worried about losing.
Winning was a given.
It was outstanding from the G&G Corp TF, and the active Devgrew agents were, of course, strong.
In particular, Jake, who leads them, was a legendary figure in Delta Force.
It wasn’t just a strong monster.
He was a master of special warfare, and a man among men with the qualities of a leader.
It was clear that he would win.
However, I was concerned about the possibility of getting hurt.
Veterans and recruits alike are killed or wounded by blinding bullets or shrapnel.
Neither did I.
The gunshot wound had been stitched several times in the same spot.
Other than that, there were a lot of minor injuries.
Even now, it was clear that it would be more dangerous because it was not a firefight between infantry, but a mortar that was in danger of annihilation.
Above all, I was not there.
It will probably take a little longer to organize the situation, and the probability of someone dying or getting hurt will increase as the time increases.
The few colleagues I could trust and rely on could have suffered badly.
So it bothered me, but even that had to be brushed off.
It was because of the extra radio.
– Echo 10, target and freighter contacted. The distance from the target… … .
After a while, the end of the speech was blurred, and the numbers and units came out heavily.
– It is 2.4 miles (about 3.8 km).
“… Damn you, f*ck you.”
Korean swear words came out of nowhere.
I really have to shoot from farther than the world’s longest sniper distance, and that was because I jumped far too far.
Still, I didn’t get upset.
I had no intention of doing so, but it was because I had a trump card I had prepared.
The TAC-50 I used right after I started long-range sniping.
It was a bolt action sniper rifle that used .50 caliber bullets, and it was something that could hit farther and more accurately than the MK.20, a semi-automatic sniper rifle that I had just used.
That was on this high-speed boat.
To be precise, it was the firearm that he had brought with him when boarding the cargo ship and transferred to the high-speed boat when disembarking.
I never took it out and used it, but I had it the whole time.
Just like when he was defeated by Sergei in the past, he carried only the HK416 and a super-high magnification scope.
I brought it without knowing.
Apart from firearms, gas masks and spare filters were the same.
He said while opening the case.
“Let’s stop completely and open the door.”
The high-speed boat, which had been slowing down, came to a complete stop.
Then the door opened, and I took the TAC-50 out of the case and started shooting.
After reflexively checking the chamber, I attached the ballistic calculator from the MK.20 to the rail before loading and aiming, inputting distances and getting data, and turning the scope turret to make adjustments.
Or you’ll have to look at the sky and shoot.
Then I loaded it, took aim, berthed the scope, and put my finger on the trigger guard.
I wanted to shoot right away, but I waited a bit.
It was because the body was constantly rocking up and down greatly due to the waves, and the target had only revealed itself and hadn’t climbed the ladder yet.
Most of all, since I had to hit both of them, I had to shoot while both of them were on the ladder.
Fortunately, there are no obstacles like trees.
Of course, that didn’t sound like an advantage.
Because the sea, which should have been the reference point, was constantly moving without being fixed.
“Whoa… … .”
Thanks to the sharpshooter’s characteristics, even though there was no need to catch his breath, long breaths flowed out naturally.
Even though I practiced shooting with the MK.20 on the ground and on a cargo ship, it was because there were a lot of things that bothered me.
In particular, the timing has to be right, but it was difficult to catch it.
The MK.20, a semi-automatic sniper rifle, could shoot enough to empty the magazine in consideration of missing, but the TAC-50 was not easy to fire rapidly as it had to be reloaded every time it was fired.
Even if they were to shoot consecutively, at most 2-3 times, at most 4 times was the limit.
It was because it took too long to load more than that, and the accuracy of the target rather decreased due to the reaction of the target.
By the time a few seconds had passed that seemed like several minutes had passed.
One of the researchers climbed the ladder first, followed by another.
Power entered the index finger.
Because all the targets I had to shoot started climbing the ladder.
Naturally, I wasn’t sure I could hit even the moment I applied pressure on my index finger.
None of them are difficult, because I had to shoot two.
If I encountered a gust of wind that I did not expect, or even a heavy downpour in the middle of the flight, there was a chance that the bullet would glaze or miss.
Because I only had now.
Immediately after firing, I moved the bolt back and loaded the breech into the chamber, and reflexively checked the crosswind speed on the ballistic calculator while holding the gun handle.
And shot at the second target.
As I reflexively reloaded, I realized.
It was because it was a little late to check the ballistic calculator with only eyeballs and shoot with skillful movements.
Even slightly moving the muzzle was wasting time.
Still, I had to keep shooting.
I reflexively reloaded, checked the ballistics calculator, and gripped the gun grip again.
Of course, it only moves reflexively, but it was difficult to hit realistically.
It was because one second had already passed since the first bullet was fired, so it was clear that the opponent would move artificially in some way.
Whether it hits, rubs, or misses.
It would either fall or rise faster, and the shot I was about to take would probably not be right.
Even if there was a chance, it was slim.
Even so, I couldn’t stop shooting as if I was watching.
I still had to shoot.
It’s not like an abstract future, it’s because the real life ahead depended on it.