In that hidden corner stood a fully armed sniper. He was wearing an extremely complex military uniform, and every detail seemed to tell the story of the battle. The military uniform not only had multiple layers of protective armor, but also was equipped with various exquisite tactical pendants, showing its professionalism and rigor. He wore a pair of dark sunglasses on his face, which not only blocked his sharp eyes, but also added a bit of mystery and coldness. And in his mouth, there was a delicate pipe leisurely, and the smoke curled up, as if creating a different kind of leisure in this tense atmosphere. But under this seemingly leisurely posture, there was a determination and courage that could erupt at any time. Beside him, the eye-catching sniper rifle leaned, its body slender and heavy, like a silent dragon. The scope on the gun reflected a cold light in the faint light, as if to show its accuracy and lethality. This sniper rifle was his most trusted partner, accompanying him through countless life and death battles. For example, when performing a mission, even if the surrounding environment was changing rapidly, he could still rely on his excellent camouflage and calm judgment, motionless like a statue, clutching the sniper rifle, waiting for the best opportunity to shoot. Or on a dangerous battlefield, his appearance with a pipe in his mouth might give people an illusion, but in the next second, he could raise the sniper rifle with rapid movements, showing his chilling strength with accurate shooting.