Global Mercenaries: Starting from the Russia-Ukraine War

Chapter 68 Shocking the Entire Audience and the Black Blood Judgment

Lu Ye threw the gun on the table and looked at Borislav: "Is there a problem?"

Borislav turned to look at the tall sniper beside him.

The tall man stepped forward, inspected the bolt and scope, glanced at the wind gauge above the firing range, and nodded: "No problem."

Borislav instantly gained confidence and shouted, "Okay! We'll go first!"

The surrounding mercenaries immediately quieted down and spontaneously stepped back, leaving enough space.

The tall sniper lay prone at his firing position, without needing an observer, skillfully using the scope to measure distance and observe wind drift.

There was a crosswind this evening, with a speed of about three to four meters per second, which greatly affected long-range shooting.

"Click." The bullet was chambered.

The tall man took a deep breath and completely relaxed his body.

"Bang!"

First shot, 800-meter target.

The electronic target reporting device immediately transmitted data: "Hit, bullseye."

A murmur of admiration rippled through the crowd.

The tall, thin man pulled the bolt, ejected the spent cartridge, and aimed at the target at 1,000 meters again.

He quickly rotated the correction knob on the scope and adjusted the mil.

"Bang!"

Second shot, 1000-meter target.

Electronic target reporting system: "Hit! 10 rings!"

Borislav wore a smug smile.

A bead of sweat appeared on the forehead of the tall, thin man. 1200 meters was already the maximum range of this gun, not to mention the limited visibility and light, plus the crosswind.

He lay on the ground for a full half minute, calculating and adjusting his breathing.

"Bang!"

The third shot, at the 1200-meter target.

Everyone stared at the electronic screen.

Electronic target reporting system: "Hit, eight rings. Lower right."

There was a slight discrepancy in the estimates of crosswinds and ballistic drop.

However, to score eight rings in 1200 meters under such conditions is already an extremely excellent result.

This demonstrates the sniper's calculations of the surrounding environment and their profound understanding of the weapon.

The tall man stood up, somewhat regretful, but still looking at Lu Ye defiantly.

"Your turn, recruit," Borislav sneered.

Lu Ye walked to the firing position expressionlessly.

Instead of lying down, he adopted an unconventional seated shooting posture, placing the sniper rifle on the sandbag in front of him.

He didn't even pay much attention to the wind vane.

The moment he gripped the gun handle, Lu Ye immediately activated all the skills he currently possessed in his mind, combined with his superhuman perception.

Wind speed, temperature, humidity, and gravity.

These data do not require formula calculations; they directly become Lu Ye's muscle instincts.

"Click."

Lu Ye cocked the gun and pressed his eye close to the scope.

He did not pause.

"Bang!"

800 meters, 10 rings.

Lu Ye cocked the gun, his finger not even leaving the trigger guard.

"Bang!"

One kilometer, ten rings.

The whole process took less than five seconds! The surrounding mercenaries didn't even have time to react before Lu Ye had already completed the first two rounds of shooting.

"Damn, this kid isn't even good at wind-blown sleight of hand?" someone gasped.

Lu Ye ignored the voices from the outside world.

He pulled back the bolt and aimed at the target 1,200 meters away.

He only turned the knob twice.

Breathing has stopped.

"Bang!"

The electronic target detector immediately lit up with a red light: "Hit! Bullseye! Perfectly on the bullseye!"

A deathly silence fell over the entire arena. Then, a deafening roar erupted.

"Holy crap! 1200 meters! While seated! He didn't even need ten seconds to aim?"

"This guy's a monster!"

The tall sniper's face turned deathly pale instantly. He stared intently at the bullet impact points on the big screen, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Lu Ye did not get up.

He pulled out the last bullet and chambered it, raising the muzzle slightly to aim at the target at 1,300 meters on the range.

This is beyond the maximum range of the SV-98M sniper rifle, so it is almost impossible to hit it.

Lu Ye narrowed his eyes.

He had been trying to verify what exactly the "increased shooting distance by 100 meters" brought about by [Precision Shooting LV2] meant.

"Bang!"

Gunshots echoed through the night sky.

Three seconds later.

The electronic target detector announced, "Hit! Bullseye!"

"As expected!" Lu Ye's guess was confirmed; this directly affected the maximum range.

The crowd was in an uproar.

"1300 meters! Ten rings! My God!"

"These are the new recruits the Black Scythe Squad has brought in? They must be some ace sniper who retired from somewhere!"

"1300 meters! That's 100 meters beyond the gun's maximum range, and given the environment, there's simply no way it could hit!"

"This is a fucking monster!"

Lu Ye slowly stood up, ejected the empty cartridge from the gun, and casually tossed the gun back onto the table.

He turned his head and saw Borislav, who was trying to slip away quietly in the chaos.

Looking at Borislav, whose face had turned a deep purplish-red and whose facial muscles were twitching wildly.

Seeing the situation turning against him and having lost all face, Borislav had only one thought on his mind: to get rid of the $20,000 and the expensive equipment. He glanced at his men beside him, then turned to prepare to slip away quietly in the chaos.

"Stop right there." Lu Ye's voice rang out. "You dare to provoke me, but you don't dare to admit your mistake?"

Lu Ye strode forward, blocking Borislav's path: "Leave your things and money before you go."

Borislav's face had turned a deep purplish-red, and his facial muscles were twitching wildly.

But he still stubbornly insisted, clinging to his pride: "What money? Who vouched for you? I was just joking!"

A murderous glint flashed in Lu Ye's eyes, and he was about to make a move.

"Borislav, if you dare to deny it, I don't mind applying for a Black Blood Judgment from the Undertaker's headquarters right now!"

A cold and stern voice came from the periphery of the crowd.

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

Yuri, leaning on a cane, walked in with Roman and Artyom beside him, his face grim.

Upon hearing the words "Black Blood Judgment Order," the previously noisy mercenaries gasped in shock, and the entire shooting range fell silent.

Borislav's face instantly turned from red to white, completely drained of color.

"Black Blood Decree" is an extremely cruel rule within The Undertaker PMC company.

When two teams from the same company have irreconcilable conflicts, or when there is a major dispute involving interests and one party breaches its promises, the team leader of either team can apply to the company's senior management to activate this order.

Once approved by the company, the two teams will be sent directly into a closed war zone for a no-holds-barred deathmatch.

Only when one squad is completely wiped out can the other squad emerge alive and legally take over all the property and equipment of the defeated side.

This rule was established to resolve conflicts among mercenaries and prevent them from sniping at each other outside the camp due to personal grudges.

Of course, if anyone dares to disregard the Undertaker's basic rules and shoot someone in the back because of personal grudges, the Undertaker will issue the highest level of arrest warrant for that person and fight to the death.

Yuri walked over to Lu Ye, patted him on the shoulder, and then stared intently at Borislav: "If you dare to renege on your promise, we'll sign a death warrant tomorrow. Do you dare to accept it?"

Borislav shuddered.

The abnormal close-combat and terrifying sniping abilities that Lu Ye had just displayed had completely terrified him.

"Give it to me... I'll give it to you!"

Borislav gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

He pulled out an anonymous credit card and an equipment redemption slip from inside his tactical vest and slammed them on the table.

"Let's go!"

Borislav didn't even glance at Lu Ye, and led the tall sniper out of the crowd, disappearing into the night.