The night deepened, visibility beca increasingly poor, the biting wind died down sowhat, but the temperature in the snow canyon dropped even lower. A few snowflakes danced with the wind, drifting into the distance, while so birds returning to roost let out a sharp cry as they swept across the sky, adding a hint of life to the otherwise deathly silent canyon. The snow's whiteness was dazzling and eye-watering; prolonged exposure could make one's eyes ache and tear up, impairing vision.
Luo Zheng knew he didn't have much ti left, as the enemy would soon find a spot to camp. He quickened his pace to catch up, closing the distance to just seven or eight ters. Luo Zheng glanced at the enemy further ahead, conveniently obscured by a slope; the canyon turned, and they couldn't see his side. He felt a surge of satisfaction.
On the battlefield, opportunities are fleeting. Luo Zheng swiftly raised his gun and aid at the back of the target's neck. Just then, the enemy turned their head, noticing sothing amiss. Their face instantly turned ashen with shock, but it was too late. Luo Zheng decisively pulled the trigger.
"Puff!" A soft, barely audible sound; the bullet streaked out like lightning, instantly embedding in the enemy's forehead, churning with high speed like a drill, turning the target's brain into mush and destroying the target's brain nerves. The enemy didn't have ti to react; their body stiffened and toppled backward.
Delighted with his success, Luo Zheng quickly moved forward and covered the corpse with surrounding snow to avoid detection by overhead satellites. After completing this, he continued on his way, rounding the bend, and saw the enemy still on the move, with no inclination to stop or alertness, indicating his actions hadn't been discovered by the enemy. He felt a hidden joy and pursued them.
After walking a short distance, Luo Zheng noticed two targets ahead had stopped and were conversing, startling him. His entire body instantly tensed up like a wound-up spring, brimming with power, ready to deal a fatal blow, when he realized the enemy wasn't hostile but rely joking around, gesturing for him to hurry up.
Luo Zheng sneered inwardly, quickened his steps, walked a few more steps, and saw the two taking out cigarettes, one pulling out a windproof lighter to light the other's, heads leaning against each other. The other held a hand to block the wind, while the other enemies had already gone far. Seeing this scene, Luo Zheng was suddenly elated, aid like lightning, and pulled the trigger.
"Puff puff!" Two gunshots rang out, and two bullets, carrying Luo Zheng's endless killing intent and delight, shot out from the gun chamber, coldly hurtling toward the target, fiercely burrowing into their brains, sending up a spurt of blood. As the bullets exited from the other side, they tore off a piece of the skull, splattering red and white matter. The targets didn't even have ti to grunt before they collapsed to the ground.
Taking out two targets at once, Luo Zheng was exhilarated, dashed forward, and quickly covered them with the snow on the ground. The blood would attract wolves from the forest, and by then, discovery wouldn't matter. After tidying up, Luo Zheng continued his journey, taking out four formidable enemies in succession, boosting his confidence, his entire body brimming with fighting spirit.
Before long, Luo Zheng spotted an enemy leaning against a tree resting, with more enemies traveling ahead. He nonchalantly moved forward, drawing closer to the enemy. Having succeeded continuously fortified Luo Zheng's confidence in his plan. Seeing the enemy gesture a greeting, Luo Zheng returned a safe hand gesture and continued forward, quickening his pace.
The sky was a murky gray with low visibility, and the shadows of the trees nicely obscured Luo Zheng's figure. The enemy couldn't see him clearly, finding Luo Zheng's composed reaction unproblematic; they took out a flask and started drinking. Luo Zheng quickly moved forward. The enemy knew Luo Zheng was approaching but didn't care, drinking a few sips before looking ahead, screwing the cap tightly while muttering, "This damned place, when can I leave?" speaking in a universal language.
Luo Zheng's cold gaze flashed with chilling murder intent. He darted forward, covering the enemy's mouth with a big hand, tightly pulling them close. Holding his Tiger Teeth combat knife, he struck swiftly. With a 'rip,' the blade as sharp as snow effortlessly slashed the enemy's neck, unleashing a torrent of blood.
The enemy struggled desperately, frantically drawing out the pistol tucked in their thigh. Luo Zheng used the combat knife, forcefully chopping off two fingers, which fell with blood to the ground; the pistol dropped too. The target's vitality ebbed away like a receding tide, swallowed by darkness, consciousness dissipating without remaining life.
Luo Zheng waited a few seconds, ensuring the enemy was completely dead, before releasing his grip, allowing the corpse to slowly slump to the ground. Blood spurted from the neck, dyeing the surroundings red. On the battlefield, there's no sympathy, no rcy – only slaughter, rciless slaughter. It's either you die, or I perish, with no room for hesitation or compassion.
After taking out another enemy, Luo Zheng quickly covered the corpse with surrounding snow, then continued on his way, his tiger-like eyes radiating cold killing intent. Having succeeded repeatedly, the guilt over Snow Fox faded a bit; the feeling of sweet revenge filled Luo Zheng with power and confidence. Soon, Luo Zheng saw the enemies ahead gathering, preparing to camp about two hundred ters away.
Suddenly, Luo Zheng noticed the enemies grabbing their weapons, taking cover apprehensively, surprising him. He continued moving forward, but the enemies gestured frantically, appearing anxious. Luo Zheng carefully observed the gestures, indicating for him to take cover, warning of danger. He couldn't help but laugh, realizing the enemies detected sothing unusual but hadn't recognized him, feeling greatly relieved, he swiftly took cover.
Soon, Luo Zheng sensed sothing amiss. The enemies spread out quickly, intentionally or unintentionally surrounding his position. Alard, he suddenly considered a possibility–communication devices. The enemies probably detected sothing was wrong through earpiece communication, realizing a lack of response indicated trouble. Checking the headcount, they easily deduced the dead. After coordinating, Luo Zheng was the only one not responding, naturally revealing the situation.
Realizing he'd been exposed, Luo Zheng didn't panic; instead, he quickly set up his sniper rifle, ready for battle. Through the sniper scope, he swiftly aid at a running target, appearing to be rushing to seize the high ground, perhaps unaware that Luo Zheng realized the exposure. Perfectly in the crosshairs, it was a rare opportunity. Murder erupted from Luo Zheng's cold gaze, swiftly pulling the trigger.
"Whoosh!" A Barrett M90 sniper rifle fired a .50 caliber sniper bullet with a roar echoing through the canyon, carrying a terrifying aura of death, forming a strange energy shockwave, as if the Death God were grinning, fiercely pursuing the target, slicing through their body, Bullet-Resistant Vest. The kinetic energy t resistance, spinning at high speed, shredding all obstructing objects. The target was torn in half, crashing to the ground.
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