Vast mountains, on the graceful slopes, sunlight shines, slipping through the gaps between the leaves and falling on Luo Zheng, who is lurking under a big tree. Luo Zheng is wearing a camouflage suit, covered with branches and green grass; from a distance, one would not notice him at all. His gaze is cold as a sword, firmly locked on the enemy approaching ahead. His solemn face is filled with an intense killing intent. Seeing the enemy about to enter the ambush range, Luo Zheng lowers his voice and coldly commands, "Kill!"
An invisible killing intent flashes like a drawn sword, piercing to the sky, startling the birds that had just flown by to screech and turn to flee, as if sothing terrifying had happened.
"Bang bang bang!" Countless short bursts of gunfire ring out, each ti a three-round burst, echoing through the forest with a sowhat eerie aura. Unlike ordinary warriors, none of them prefer continuous fire, as it wastes bullets and the sustained recoil affects accuracy. Short three-round bursts create a certain level of firepower suppression and threat to the enemy while ensuring precision.
Luo Zheng doesn't fire, instead, he intensely observes the battle situation ahead. The surprise attack by the scholar's n imdiately takes down several enemies, but the enemy reacts quickly, especially those dressed in Ninja clothes. Carrying long knives and holding rifles, they agilely roll to avoid the first round of attacks, hiding under big trees, behind rocks, or in depressions, then counterattack with remarkably accurate gun skills.
As for the other soldiers, their gun skills are average, their tactics and skills are average. In Luo Zheng's eyes, at best, they have the strength of reconnaissance soldiers, still far from Special Forces, and much further from his own Soldier King troops. This team is more than enough for the scholar's eighty Special Forces.
"Ghost Hand, Snow Leopard, circle around from the sides, Mountain Eagle, take your n and quickly seize the high ground for sniper cover," Luo Zheng coldly commands, his sharp gaze carrying an extra chill.
"Understood." Ghost Hand and the three others respond in low voices, leading their teams swiftly into action.
The enemy is also fighting resolutely, the dense firepower creates so pressure on the scholar and others, but with Ghost Hand and the three others arriving, especially Mountain Eagle's squad clearing the enemy's heavy fire points, the situation changes drastically. The enemy can't hold on and begins to retreat orderly.
"Chase them down, eliminate this enemy, rember to leave a few alive," Luo Zheng coldly commands, slowly standing up. With more than one hundred Special Forces ambushing a similarly sized ordinary team, the most powerful are just a dozen Ninjas. In such a battle, there's hardly any suspense, Luo Zheng is too lazy to intervene.
The team starts to pursue. With Luo Zheng's orders, everyone's aiming points change, focusing on inflicting harm as much as possible. Seeing two Ninjas have been killed, and the others rapidly retreat without caring about the survival of this team, Luo Zheng is montarily surprised, raising binoculars to observe.
Soon, Luo Zheng discovers these Ninjas are only concerned with fleeing, completely ignoring this enemy troop. Luo Zheng sets down the binoculars in surprise, speaking through the earpiece, "Mountain Eagle, leave those Ninjas."
"Understood." Mountain Eagle quickly agrees, commanding his small team to focus on sniping the Ninjas, aiming to wound them, a task everyone can handle with ease.
Lan Xue jogs up, her face heavy, saying, "I just examined this batch thoroughly, all are high-purity drugs, approximately three hundred kilograms, worth millions. This is no small operation. Normally, drugs are split up for transport; sending so much in one go is extrely rare. There might be a conspiracy here."
"Indeed, it's very strange." Luo Zheng puzzledly looks at the group of people retreating in defeat in the distance, unable to guess what the matter is. However, the battle is one-sided; perhaps after interrogating the captives post-battle, a solution may erge. Thinking this, Luo Zheng continues, "Things are too odd; we better be careful."
"Hmm." Lan Xue hums lightly, looking towards the pursuing battlefield ahead, with gunshots ringing everywhere. Her expression sharpens as she exclaims in surprise, "Did you notice, each of them has a bag, and it doesn't look like a food bag. Let's go and have a look."
Luo Zheng hadn't noticed this issue. Hearing Lan Xue's reminder, he quickly raised the binoculars and looked. Indeed, he found each person killed carried a bulging bag. He was amazed, and with Lan Xue, hurried down the slope to check the battlefield.
The enemy has fled far, and the pursuers have gone up. On the battlefield, aside from bodies, there are only scattered weapons. Luo Zheng crouched next to a corpse, took off the bag from the body, opened it and looked inside, finding sothing similar to flour. He picked it up and slled it; it had no scent. Lan Xue amazedly touched so with her hand, putting it near her mouth to taste, quickly spitting it out, frowning as she gravely said, "It's drugs, sa as what we found earlier, highly pure."
"Approximately five kilograms per person, that's five hundred kilograms for a hundred people, plus the previous three hundred kilograms, making eight hundred kilograms. What are they planning, transporting so many drugs all at once?" Luo Zheng angrily says, his gaze fiercely sweeping over the battlefield, each body invariably carries the sa kind of bag.
"There's one possibility: this is a genuine drug smuggling operation, with unclear intentions. The previous ones were paving the way; if ambushed, those behind follow up, depending on the ambush force, deciding to support or retreat. We only had about thirty people during our ambush, they thought we were few, so the subsequent team rushed up to support, not expecting we had further ambush teams." Lan Xue analyzes with a cold face, a glint of confusion in her sharp eyes, continuing, "Soldiers are massing at the border, it's a special ti. Why ship goods now? It's very unusual."
Luo Zheng's doubts increased imnsely, unable to understand the conspiracy. His fierce eyes turned towards the forest ahead, where gunfire was sporadic; the battle was about to end. He imdiately spoke through the earpiece: "Brothers, interrogate the captives on the spot; find out their reasons and goals for smuggling drugs. Mountain Eagle, bring the captured Ninjas to , arrange for people to clean the battlefield and destroy all drugs on everyone."
"Yes," everyone rises and replies.
Before long, Mountain Eagle arrives with people, along with four Ninjas, all with leg injuries. Warriors hold the oppositions' arms and drag them to Luo Zheng's front, throwing them down. Luo Zheng coldly looks at these n; their eyes are filled with panic. Their weapons are confiscated, losing all desire to resist, he says, "Take off their headgear."
Soone nearby steps forward, pulls off their headgear, revealing their true faces, all in their twenties, pale-faced, in great agony, their foreheads covered in cold sweat. Luo Zheng crouches in front of one who appears slightly older, scrutinizing him from top to bottom, his sharp eyes as sharp and piercing as knives and arrows, stabbing into the man's heart, commanding in Japan's language, "Say sothing that interests , and I'll give you a quick end."
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