I Don’t Believe Missiles Can’t Take You Down!

"Bastard, who is that over there!" Deputy Commander Abdul, dressed in the same desert-white robes, with cloth wrapped around his head, a thick black beard covering his face, and a broad, sturdy build, rushed over from deep inside the base. The moment he arrived, he saw the Freedom Fighters gathered at the gate being fired upon three times by a man eight hundred meters away, who was walking toward them with a Stark Industries automatic sniper rifle. With three shots, three heads burst like watermelons.