"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Ghost Hand charged and attacked fiercely, extrely ferocious. In order to provide an opportunity for Luo Zheng and Lan Xue, Ghost Hand didn't hesitate to expose himself, the gun in his hand never stopped firing, each bullet was like a Death Sentence, instantly scaring the target into hiding. Ghost Hand didn't relent, he continued to charge and attack with a desperate stance.
Luo Zheng and Lan Xue knew that Ghost Hand could be in danger at any ti. Not because Ghost Hand was weaker than the opponent, but because to suppress the opponent, Ghost Hand had to expose his position, using gunfire to sweep the target, preventing the opponent from finding a chance to escape. The two quickly circled up, moving fast, with the sniper rifle raised to their shoulders, eyes fixed in the sniper scope, firmly locking onto the target hidden behind a big tree, ready for a fatal shot.
The target may have also realized the danger and threw a grenade in Ghost Hand's direction. Ghost Hand had to avoid the attack, causing the suppressive fire to pause. The target took the opportunity to sprint wildly, but at this ti, Luo Zheng and Lan Xue had already circled up and found the target, both firing almost simultaneously.
"Shoo! Shoo!" Two sniper bullets whistled with their overwhelming murderous intent, tearing through the night, like Death God's sinister laugh, terrifying beyond compare.
The running Black Shadow actually sensed the danger, pounced forward a step ahead, avoiding the fatal shot. But the body fell, movent slowed, and needed ti to get up and rush again, ti enough for the sniper to fire two shots. Black Shadow didn't stand up, but instead rolled with the montum.
If it were an ordinary sniper, perhaps he could have escaped luckily, but Black Shadow encountered the well-coordinated, experienced, and exceptionally capable Luo Zheng and Lan Xue. Luo Zheng knew that Lan Xue's gun skills were a notch above his own, and at the mont the opponent fell to the ground, he had already made a decision in his heart.
The 92-type pistol was quickly drawn out, and he began to shoot rapidly, bullets continuously biting towards the target, scaring the opponent into rolling and dodging, exhausting a lot of their energy. Their body struck a big tree, quickly twisted, shrinking behind the tree, before even gasping for breath, suddenly saw a blazing fire shooting over, carrying the power to destroy everything, rapidly enlarging in their pupils.
If it were usual, Black Shadow was confident he could avoid it, but being forced by Luo Zheng's continuous shooting, with significant energy consumption, plus the attack coming too suddenly, he didn't have ti to dodge. Black Shadow's body instinctively flicked to one side, but it was already too late. The bullet hit his shoulder, blasting the entire arm away, blood gushing out wildly.
"Ah—!" Black Shadow let out a painful groan, his body went limp, falling to the ground, his weapon already lost to who knows where, rolling in pain all over the ground.
Luo Zheng rushed up, kicked the opponent's weapon away, took the pistol and military dagger from the opponent's body, and threw them aside. Only then did he squat down and coldly stare at the opponent. He was a Caucasian, with a strong build like a bull. Such a person could run as swiftly and quickly as a cheetah, his strength was extraordinary, causing Luo Zheng to frown slightly.
"Give a shot, co on." The opponent shouted angrily, using the international common language.
Luo Zheng did not answer, instead quickly took out his phone to take a picture, then stood up, leaning against a big tree, and sent the photo. Lan Xue rushed up, vigilantly staring at the opponent without speaking. Luo Zheng, after sending the photo to Lan Xing, looked at the opponent, and said coldly: "Identity, task for coming here?"
The opponent sneered, bit his teeth, and shut up, no longer crying out in pain, but beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, obviously in great pain. His eyes were fiercely observing everywhere. Luo Zheng knew the opponent certainly had comrades, raising his hand, he fired two shots, the pistol bullets hitting the opponent's thighs.
The target gritted his teeth and groaned a few tis, coldly looking at Luo Zheng, his eyes filled with a fierce light, wishing he could devour Luo Zheng alive. But Luo Zheng, indifferent, let out a cold laugh. There's no sympathy for losers on the battlefield. He signaled to Lan Xue quickly to retreat. Luo Zheng saw Ghost Hand coming over and also signaled for concealnt.
The three quickly scattered into the surrounding woods, with large footsteps approaching. Luo Zheng pondered that it was Mountain Eagle, he imdiately lowered his voice, saying: "Mountain Eagle, do not advance, quickly disperse, form a circular coverage, and wait for the prey."
"Understood." Mountain Eagle signaled to his squad mbers, the squad divided into two, scattering to both sides, each finding a place to conceal.
After Luo Zheng concealed himself, he coldly watched the injured target. Soldiers from Sam Country uphold freedom, their military discipline might be a bit lax, but they highly value team coordination. They have a strong team spirit. If the target is a Sam Country soldier, injured on the ground but still breathing, his comrades certainly won't abandon him, even if they know it's a trap, they'll risk it.
If the target is from the Bloodsucker rcenary Group, they would also co back to rescue. rcenaries value internal unity even more because anyone could get hurt. If there is no internal unity and they don't co to rescue, who will they rely on when they get hurt in the future? Luo Zheng was betting that their comrades would co back to rescue, giving him a chance then.
But Luo Zheng overlooked one thing, whether soldiers from any country or rcenaries, they have a hot-blooded nature and absolutely do not wish for comrades to die because of them. Luo Zheng used a pistol to injure their leg, making it impossible for them to move and escape, but there are many ways to seek death, especially for experts on the battlefield.
"Awo—!" The target let out a roar, carrying endless despair and anger, also with an unwillingness to part with life. Luo Zheng's expression slightly changed, realizing sothing was about to happen, but it was already too late. The opponent, with his uninjured hand propped on the ground, pressed hard, using the force to roll his body to one side, rolling to where the military dagger had been thrown aside by Luo Zheng, grabbing the military dagger.
This person looked up at the moon, eyes filled with endless longing, shouted: "Avenge ."
"Poof!" The military dagger entered his body, plunging straight into his heart. The endless roar drifted through the woods, reaching far away, startling a nightingale to fly into the night sky, disappearing, the wind continuing to blow gently, as if not knowing what happened, rustling the leaves.
Luo Zheng looked at the lifeless target lying limply on the ground, a hint of respect in his eyes, but more so vigilance. Soone with such high skills, willing to be ruthless against himself, certainly wouldn't have comrades far behind. It seems, the battles ahead will be very arduous.
"Tatatatata!" Dense gunfire erupted deep in the woods, fired into the air, as if sending off the one who died by suicide, or venting their inner anger.
Luo Zheng knew he was in big trouble, but didn't mind. A soldier dying on the battlefield is an honor, fighting for the country and the people, though dying without regret, how could he fear a powerful enemy? The stronger the enemy, the more Luo Zheng feels challenged. He hardened his expression, looking towards the direction of the gunfire, approximately five hundred ters away. Judging by the intensity of the gunfire, there should be about five or six people, but no sniper has been dispatched, aning there are at most no more than ten people on the opponent's side.
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