The vast primordial forest was shrouded in moonlight, a gray haze. The breeze softly blew, rustling the leaves. Strangely, the dim woods were devoid of their usual clamor—no crickets chirped, no night birds flew, and the tree-dwelling monkeys were nowhere in sight. The air was filled with an unsettling, murderous tension. A figure quietly stalked through the forest, moving swiftly from behind one large tree to another. It was a re blink of an eye, and only the shadow flickered; the actual form was indiscernible.
More eerily, the sound of the stealthy movents was inaudible, like a voiceless ghost flitting through the woods. Occasionally pausing as if to observe sothing, the figure's speed suddenly increased again when sprinting forward. In mid-run, the black shadow agilely dived to the ground, landing silently, and began crawling forward.
The crawling pace was not slow, akin to a giant python on the hunt. Occasionally raising its head to scout, its eyes slightly closed, there was no hint of murderous intent leaking out. It continued wriggling forward, seeming especially eerie in the dim forest. Soon, the black shadow propped itself up with both hands, darting forward like an arrow released from a bow, vanishing behind another large tree in the blink of an eye.
About ten ters away, Luo Zheng didn't see the black shadow approaching, yet he sensed the proximity of danger. It was an awareness honed from countless life-and-death trials on the battlefield. Luo Zheng remained still, putting away his sniper rifle and cradling it in his arms. He drew the Type 92 pistol strapped to his thigh, concentrated, and kept his entire being relaxed, imagining himself as part of the tree roots, rging with his surroundings.
Gradually, Luo Zheng's breathing beca long and slow, his whole self entering a state of emptiness, as if he truly beca a tree root, rging with the surrounding nature. A barely audible friction sound between a body and the ground beca distinctly clear.
Luo Zheng felt neither surprise nor tension, and his body didn't move an inch, as if the other party had nothing to do with him. He maintained his void-like state, his five senses and six perceptions becoming sharper. After a few minutes, Luo Zheng felt the danger drawing closer, just five or six ters away, with its position very clear.
"It's now." Luo Zheng was overjoyed. His motionless body suddenly burst into action, flipping over. The Type 92 pistol in his hand seed to possess a life of its own, quickly locating the source of danger, moving with lightning speed.
"Puff! Puff! Puff!" Three bullets whistled as they left the chamber. Though most of the sound was suppressed, the slight noise was extra clear in the silent woods under the moonlight. The three bullets flew in a triangular formation, carrying Luo Zheng's endless killing intent and battle spirit, like Death God's cold laugh under the moonlight, icy and indifferent.
Under the moonlight, the black shadow's body visibly paused, as if it hadn't expected a surprise attack at that mont. It twisted its body in a peculiar manner, trying to dodge the unexpected fatal strike, but it was a fraction too late. A bullet bit into its shoulder, a spurt of blood arched into the air, eerily vivid under the hazy moonlight.
The black shadow staggered and fell to the ground, but quickly rolled over twice and got up, fleeing backward. Luo Zheng didn't expect his opponent to evade a lethal attack, but still managed to land a hit. He aid again but found the opponent's retreating speed was incredibly fast, skillfully using the surrounding trees for cover, allowing no chance for another shot. He knew his opponent was a formidable expert, and the earlier hit was largely due to luck.
Luo Zheng swiftly darted to hide behind a nearby large tree, composed himself, and continued to watch the surroundings. With no sign of the enemy, Luo Zheng tried to re-enter that earlier emptiness state but found it impossible, so he gave up and said through his earpiece, "Report situation, I drove one off."
"No sightings," Lan Xue whispered.
"Suspected target spotted, but they seem to have retreated," Ghost Hand also whispered with doubt.
"Zip! Zip!" Suddenly, two sniper rifle shots rang out, a bit distant, at three o'clock direction. The sound sliced through the night sky, echoing far in the deathly silent woods, especially eerie.
Luo Zheng looked in the direction of the gunfire with suspicion, his mood growing heavy. Everyone was fighting; it was inadvisable to ask too many questions to avoid distracting others. He had to curb his curiosity and continue waiting, while remaining vigilant of his surroundings. After a while, Mountain Eagle's voice sounded in the earpiece, "Target spotted, but they escaped, definitely an expert, extrely fast, difficult to aim, do we pursue?"
"What direction? Pursue, we're on our way," Luo Zheng said without hesitation. It was dark, situation unclear, rash pursuit wasn't good for him, but equally bad for the enemy. Their presence had disrupted the enemy's original rhythm. Whether friend or foe, they needed to catch up and clarify the situation.
"Five o'clock direction," Mountain Eagle quickly said.
"They're trying to regroup, certainly there's soone at six o'clock. Everyone flank towards six o'clock, stay hidden, the enemy is an expert," Luo Zheng decisively said, donning his Night Vision Device. Once he confird the direction, he charged forward, his eyes sharp like a sword, killing intent restrained, like a vengeance-bound ghost in the night.
Lan Xue and Ghost Hand were already accustod to obeying Luo Zheng's command in combat operations, naturally not opposed. They too donned their Night Vision Devices and rushed forward. The three quickly regrouped, forming a triangular attack formation with Luo Zheng as the spearhead, moving swiftly.
The trio ran through the dark forest like three leopards, their speed agile, movent technique erratic, unwavering fighting spirit, and chilling gun barrels, all astonishing. A few minutes later, they reached a canyon. From one side, faint footsteps arose, startling Luo Zheng. He swiftly signaled to halt, dove to the ground, got into a prone position, set up his sniper rifle, and aid towards the sound.
Soon, Luo Zheng saw a black shadow swiftly dashing down a side slope, moving so fast it was almost impossible to lock on. After observing for a few seconds and ensuring it wasn't one of their own, Luo Zheng quickly whispered, "Ghost Hand brother, suppressing fire, Xue Er, find a chance to snipe."
"Understood," Ghost Hand and Lan Xue quickly replied.
Suppressing fire relied on concentrated gunfire to pin down and crush the target. To ensure fire density and continuity, the person responsible for suppressing fire risked exposure. Ghost Hand naturally understood these principles and quickly dashed forward, using the trees for cover as he aid his gun and fired.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Ghost Hand's Type 95 assault rifle fired continuously. The bullets, like ferocious wolves, pounced at the target's back, trailing fiery arcs through the night void, exceptionally terrifying.
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