Chapter 770
Matan’s Shooter 770
“The third point… the icicle that was on the window sill flew off. There is a record of the real White Reaper compressing even the surrounding snow tightly with the recoil of the rifle to prevent the snow from sliding off. However, he couldn’t compress the slightly accumulated snow on the window sill into a ‘lump.'”
The White Reaper chose a sniper point that was too safe, hiding his body.
If he had really disappeared, if he had truly shot in the snowfield, he would have been absolutely impossible to find.
“No, that’s not it. I made it that way.”
After revealing his breath, they engaged in a sniper battle with a margin of error of 10 meters.
They twisted their bodies, avoiding each other’s bullets with strained muscles, deceiving each other’s eyes and brains. As a result, the White Reaper had to take a sniper shot that could see ‘every direction’ without missing a single point and had to erase all his traces in the snowfield, instead looking at somewhere through the window sill.
“There is no coincidence.”
Every coincidence was a necessity formed by his own efforts.