Huo Jinnan thought for a minute, glanced outside, and hung the bedsheet from the guestroom's large bed on the open window. "North wind, check for any strong wind soon."
Qin Shaonan lit a cigarette, his gaze falling on the white sheet. Wind is the greatest enemy of a sniper; its effect on the bullet increases with distance. If a strong crosswind blew, their position two hundred meters outside the marksman would be ideal.
Even if it's not a strong wind, at level 3-4, if the opponent aims at their hearts, with this batch of snipers' skills, they might only barely hit an arm.
With this thought, he looked at Huo Jinnan.
If the opposing sniper were replaced by Huo Jinnan, there would surely be no survivors. Huo Jinnan relied entirely on his ears to listen and feel, reporting wind speed and direction about as accurately as instruments.
Moments later, Huo Jinnan extended a hand signal.
Qin Shaonan got ready, followed Huo Jinnan, and the two of them jumped down simultaneously.
