The approaching figure was tall and burly, not typically suitable for a sniper, yet he moved rapidly through the heavy rain like a gazelle, light and quick. This strange combination gave off an eerie vibe. Luo Zheng watched in astonishnt as the man sprinted across the mountain terrain at a speed of about seven or eight ters per second, slightly faster than himself, his steps skill unpredictable and hard to track. He knew he was dealing with a master and promptly heightened his alertness to its maximum.
As the distance between them closed to about a hundred ters, Luo Zheng could see more clearly and was surprised to discover the man was Caucasian. He involuntarily gasped, letting his breath leak out, and was horrified to find that the adversary had skillfully dived to the ground and vanished from sight. Luo Zheng was alard by the man's strong perception. His mind had only wavered for a mont, yet he had been detected. He quickly rolled behind a nearby mound and crawled toward its peak.
The stranger was not only highly skilled but also on high alert, and would certainly not overlook scouting the area. Staying put was undoubtedly suicidal. A Caucasian sniper definitely wasn't one of his own, as there were no Caucasians among the East Yi Yun mbers, nor would there be Caucasian militants in this territory, unless he was a rcenary. Could he be from the Wild Wolf rcenary Group?
With this thought, Luo Zheng crawled even faster. The heavy rain masked the slight noises he made as he moved, so there was no worry about being discovered. He quickly climbed about ten ters, reaching the top of the slope. Carefully, he peeked ahead. Seeing no one, he knew his skilled opponent wouldn't be careless. Luo Zheng lay tightly on the ground, not moving, slowly extending the barrel of his gun forward.
To defeat a sniper, one needed not only superior gun skills but also more patience and willpower than the adversary. Luo Zheng watched the surroundings intently, not missing any detail. Situated on higher terrain than where the sniper had appeared, which was relatively lower, Luo Zheng saw no need to move to another hiding spot.
Minutes ticked by, and after five minutes, Luo Zheng still lay motionless, patiently waiting and morizing the visible terrain. A few minutes later, sothing seed off about a platform on the hill in front of him, about thirty-five ters away. The slope was normally flat, but now there appeared to be a mound of dirt that was difficult to see clearly because of the heavy rain.
Luo Zheng stared at the slope with suspicion and was surprised to see that the mound seed to be moving. It moved very slowly, sliding along the ground as if it were part of the terrain. If Luo Zheng hadn't had the surrounding area's terrain morized, he would have definitely missed this anomaly.
"Such impressive stealth skills," Luo Zheng almost confird it had to be that sniper. His camouflage suit was dark brown, blending in with the surrounding rocks and soil. Curled up, he resembled a small pile of earth, sliding low to the ground. The movent was slow and, combined with the rain, nearly undetectable without full attention.
Having located his target, Luo Zheng felt more composed. He kept a steady gaze on the target, adjusted his breathing, and maintained complete calmness, waiting patiently and observing the sniper's maneuvers. Comparing his own hiding skills and identifying areas for improvent, Luo Zheng never missed a chance to learn and enhance his capabilities.
Gradually, Luo Zheng noticed that the man had stopped about twenty ters away and slowly crouched down. The sniper shifted his gun barrel, searching for suspicious targets. The position allowed a clear view of the mound where Luo Zheng had initially hidden. Perhaps realizing it was empty, the sniper lowered his guard slightly.
It was a perfect opportunity for a surprise attack, but Luo Zheng didn't move. He was very clear in his mind that as soon as he unleashed even a slight murderous intent, the opponent would keenly grasp it and adjust accordingly. When dealing with such masters, he wouldn't take any risks before he was absolutely certain of success within twenty ters—any carelessness could cost too much.
The sniper crouched motionless on the ground, his head buried in his gun, which he held level with his shoulders, like a sculpture frozen in the rain, or a fierce beast poised to strike. If one hadn't noticed him in advance, at first glance he might have been mistaken for a mound of soil. After waiting for about two or three minutes, the sniper stood up and walked forward.
Luo Zheng saw clearly. The opponent seed to have checked his hiding spot, perhaps thinking that since no one had ambushed him after he revealed himself, there probably wasn't anyone around; otherwise, they wouldn't have missed such a great opportunity. Luo Zheng suddenly understood—the sniper was very confident, confident enough to use himself as bait to draw fire. Luckily, he hadn't been fooled, or he might have been the one to die.
As the sniper moved forward and the distance increased, Luo Zheng still chose to wait, sensing that the opponent might still be employing tactical deception. Without a sniper rifle, Luo Zheng wasn't very confident about hitting his target. More importantly, the route chosen by the opponent was tricky, always using the surrounding hills to cover his body, briefly exposing himself for very short periods, making it hard to aim.
Watching the other man move further away, the distance reaching over fifty ters, just as Luo Zheng thought he might have misjudged the situation, he suddenly saw the sniper turn around and co back. Luo Zheng smirked coldly, his index finger slowly squeezing the trigger. For a sniper, once a sense of danger is felt, they won't leave until the danger is fully understood and eliminated. Luo Zheng counted on this common trait of snipers, guessing that the sniper's purpose in leaving was to make him anxious and open fire, so he remained inactive.
All this was proven correct. Luo Zheng sharpened his focus, coldly observing the sniper who charged like a cheetah, silently calculating the distance, waiting for his mont—thirty-five ters, thirty ters... without any certainty, Luo Zheng took the risk and chose not to shoot, patiently waiting. His decade-long hunting career had taught him a lesson: when facing a fierce beast, you only get one chance.
The sniper's steps were light and agile, elusive and unpredictable, which was one of the reasons Luo Zheng didn't shoot. When the sniper reached a distance of twenty ters, he suddenly crouched down. Luo Zheng knew this was the final test, and still without a good shooting opportunity, he continued to wait patiently, calmly watching, holding his breath, his eyes squinting into a slit, containing his killing intent.
One minute, two minutes, ti passed, but the sniper remained still, as if he had vanished into thin air. Luo Zheng was startled, feeling that sothing was wrong. Even if it was a test, it shouldn't take this long. Luo Zheng carefully reviewed the whole situation and couldn't help but beco suspicious—had the opponent realized earlier and was just toying with him?
With this thought, Luo Zheng felt the situation was getting dire. He quickly pulled out a grenade in case of ergency. Suddenly, he felt a slight tingling in his forehead—a dangerous sensation he had experienced while hunting, usually when a venomous snake targeted him, which startled him greatly.
ps: Seek all kinds, you know, thank you.
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