The breath was knocked out of her as pain shot through her ribs, but she barely had ti to react. His fist collided with her stomach, sending her to the floor. The weight difference between them was impossible to ignore. Still, she refused to back down, striking out with her legs, trying to close the distance. She had none, but he had a gun.
The rcenary's hands were already at work, clearing the jamd weapon and aiming from the hip.
Boom! The shot hit her chest like a freight train, her body jerking backward and slamming into the ground from the impact. Her brain buzzed with shock, her muscles spasming as she tried to crawl away instinctively. Every breath felt like knives in her lungs, but she forced herself forward, dragging her body, one hand pressing against the wound as her vision blurred.
The rcenary's boots crunched against the debris on the floor as he followed her, savoring the mont. He aid again, his lips curling into a sadistic grin.
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Bang! Her scream tore through the darkness as the bullet slamd into her thigh. The pain was searing, but her body reacted before her mind could process the damage. She dragged herself further, using her remaining strength to pull forward with one hand and one leg, the other arm limp by her side.
"Keep crawling," the rcenary taunted, closing in as she tried to retreat. He knelt over her, his presence suffocating. His pistol glead in the faint light as he aid again, this ti at her head.
In a desperate final act, she raised her free hand to block him, but the effort was futile.
Bang! The bullet shattered through her palm, flesh and bone splintering as her hand dropped to the floor, useless. The pain was unbearable, her vision swimming in and out of focus, but she refused to give up, weakly clawing at the ground as blood pooled beneath her.
The rcenary stood over her, his shadow swallowing her whole. She was really done; she had so much to live for. The pistol aid at her head only injured her palm. The rcenary changed the angle at the last mont. His anger was already vented when he fired several rounds on purpose, especially the last one.
Looking down at the fragile woman, despite the darkness, his breath quickened. The alluring sight depicted a different aesthetic sense of beauty. He gulped and approached the wounded doll.
The female undercover agent could only helplessly watch as she fought her sensory nerves against the pain coursing through her body.
He knelt and groped the woman's white calves, brushing against the smooth skin. He gulped as his eyes hovered over the ripped blouse, skirt, and unbuttoned cleavage.
A pity, this pretty woman was ruined under his hand, but he felt proud. It was the ultimate enjoynt to destroy beautiful objects.
The woman flinched and attempted to move. She rely hissed in pain, her head and eyes sending a ssage of deterrence.
The anger she showed seed like a kitty purring for patting in the man's eyes. He didn't mind the gunshots downstairs. He believed with the numbers advantage, the two additional friends of this woman would soon be apprehended.
He didn't care about the casualties among the gang mbers. Everybody was in it for benefits and price.
Other than his fellows, who were similar rcenaries deployed in the rest of the city, he paid no heed to friendship or brotherhood.
If the gang mbers dared to show dissatisfaction, they'd be replaced. They were worthless in the eyes of the person he served.
Until now, he hadn't realized the situation had turned against him, but his mind was filled with lust after the surge of hormones from the short, deadly, and exciting battle.
"Dude, how about ? I want to participate." Another man chuckled and rubbed his hands in excitent.
"Shut up! You better stand there and watch," the rcenary scolded the lustful man with disdain, looking at the feeble woman. "You heard him. You better talk if you don't want to suffer under his hand."
The woman responded with a strong glare without blinking. If not for her injury, she would've gotten up and spat at the two scum.
Perhaps understanding the woman's gaze, the rcenary turned cold and sneered. "Hah, I gave you a chance, and you didn't grasp it well. Let have fun first, then you'll be next."
With that, he ripped the remaining skirt and tore the shirt. Buttons popped everywhere and scattered on the floor. Only the inner underwear protected the woman's body.
Tattered clothes hung on her body, and a chill combined with blood loss brought the temperature down.
Tears dripped from the corner of her eyes, no matter how hard she endeavored to resist emotional weakness.
…
600 plus ters away from the event. Ling Qingyu and Tang Ziyi were watching Spirit Fox breach the last building with haste after Kilo 5 leader reported the situation, through magnifying scopes.
Initially, they were rely 500 ters away from the operation zone, but as the two teams advanced further, the distance added up another 100 ters.
Sitting down in a crouched position, the most relaxed state, they observed as much as possible from outside. Doors were kicked in. Operators flooded inside.
Then, complete blackouts required the duo to utilize thermal and night vision modes, depending on the scenario.
Green landscape or black-and-white thermal differentiator. Bright as daylight under the night sky.
"Well, our girls are wrecking them," said Tang Ziyi from the side.
"Uh-huh. You don't say. They are absolutely abusing the poor bastard," Ling Qingyu shrugged. "We t our packages quickly."
Radio chatter ca from various teams. Ling Qingyu paid no heed to it. She had Tang Ziyi, and she didn't want to consu extra brainpower.
Tang Ziyi was also helpless against this bastard's avoidance. Fortunately, her experience and expertise allowed her to tackle such an extre ss effortlessly.
Sure enough, from the communications, all Kilo teams assaulting infrastructure discovered undercover operatives.
Kilo 5 and 6 found three. Kilo 7 and 8 found two. Kilo 9 and 10 found four. The forr and the latter happened to have an extra due to circumstances.
"Load up. We might be needed later," said Tang Ziyi. "Tell when you're ready."
Taking a deep breath, Ling Qingyu nodded and replied, "Ready."
"Let's test our shots for calibration. Shooter by eye, do you see the closest lamppost on the right of the building our girls are clearing?" Tang Ziyi alternated spotter vision in her scope and began to work.
Ling Qingyu swiftly followed Tang Ziyi's description and found it. "Contact."
"Go toward the right till you see another lamppost."
"Contact."
"More to the right where the lamppost stands on the opposite side of the road."
"Contact."
"Underneath the big lamp, you'll see an advertisent board."
"Contact."
"Go on glass."
This was the term to let the shooter describe what he or she saw in order to confirm both were synced on the target.
The above tactics belonged to the spotter-sniper team, known as the reference point thod, where the spotter designated locations and navigated the sniper toward the goals the forr desired.
So, Ling Qingyu described further in detail what she saw. Once Tang Ziyi was satisfied, she confird, "Positive ID. Range 620, around four and a half notches down. Wind 1.5 mil to the right at your 10'o clock. Hold for 10 kph, gusting to 12. You'll need to favor just off-center to the left"
Tang Ziyi checked the computer data and reported the number. Although these numbers were consistently jumping up and down, she picked up the best range.
Ling Qingyu quickly tuned the scope and pulled the bolt to inject the first round into the barrel.
Click!
Pushing the safety button off, Ling Qingyu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the air inside.
"Ready," Ling Qingyu whispered.
Tang Ziyi gave a quick glance at her, then back through the spotting scope. "Send it."
"Puff!"
The report of the rifle was muffled by the suppressor. Ling Qingyu's shoulder absorbed the recoil as she stayed on target through the scope.
Her sharp eyes combined with superhuman's rits captured the bullet travel through the lens.
Around 2 seconds later, dust kicked off where Ling Qingyu's bullet landed.
"Impact! Miss," Tang Ziyi reported. "Correction, four and a quarter mil."
Ling Qingyu didn't reply and snapped the bolt back gently. The copper body flew out of the chamber and rotated in the air before burying itself in the wet soil.
Then, she pushed the bolt in again and fired. Pap!
"Hit! Nice one. Wind died a bit mid-flight, but you held it." Tang Ziyi smiled. "You're getting better, as always."
"That's my talent. You can't copy it. Don't envy ," Ling Qingyu joked in a good mood.
Although the first shot missed, it was barely an inch away from the target she aid at. Hitting within two attempts was already perfect for such a distance.
Besides, the temperature and weather conditions severely impacted accuracy, which explained why, even with the best computer aiding calculations for the mil on the scope, Ling Qingyu still missed and had to rely on test shots.
Tang Ziyi's eyelids twitched. This bastard always knew how to flare people's anger. She clicked her tongue, annoyed, and said in a bland tone, "You better rember the notch. I'll only give mil on winds later on."
"Copy," Ling Qingyu smirked and waited for Tang Ziyi's calibration attempt. Since each rifle might be different within a tolerance range, they had to be tested.
Pap!
However, it was disgusting to witness Tang Ziyi perfecting the shot on the first attempt. Damn, it must be her contribution that led to this result, Ling Qingyu thought.
Both stopped their bantered and concentrated on the building where firefight was going on.
Through the scopes, they captured sight of Spirit Fox operators battling and advancing. From the radio, they knew they had rescued two agents and one agent was on the run, needing imdiate help.
Tang Ziyi and Ling Qingyu searched for their target quickly on the floor above where operators found two agents, based on the intel gained.
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