The overwhelming pressure from the ard helicopter made Luo Zheng extrely tense, the sensation of impending death made breathing sowhat difficult, his muscles were taut, and his body felt like it was no longer his own. Cold sweat trickled down his back, a feeling he had never experienced before.
"Bastard." Luo Zheng spat out a breath of foul air in anger, feeling a bit relieved. He had countless combat experiences, many tis narrowly escaping death; he was not afraid of death, so how could he fear a helicopter? Worst case scenario, just take it down. Thinking of this, Luo Zheng was filled with heroic spirit, his mind relaxed, and endless confidence and courage surged like a tide, his grip on the gun tightened slightly.
When the strong face the stronger, the more dangerous the situation, the more they have a desire to fight. The endless pressure made Luo Zheng let go of his fear of death and beco confident. This breakthrough in spirit made Luo Zheng feel that he was no longer small or insignificant, but a king on the battlefield, a War God that made enemies tremble.
A fierce fighting spirit erupted, Luo Zheng coldly raised his head to glance at the swaggering helicopter in the sky, a confident smirk twisted his lips. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a head appear in view, Luo Zheng quickly aid, forming a line with three points, the crosshair deadlocked on the target's head. His cold eyes erupted with endless killing intent, at this mont, Luo Zheng even felt that the gun and his body, consciousness, had rged into one, the gun was him, and he was the gun, this profound feeling was intoxicating.
"Puff!" A bullet whistled towards the enemy, carrying Luo Zheng's endless killing intent. Luo Zheng felt he was the bullet exiting the chamber, tearing through the target's brain, shredding all obstacles, smashing through the other side's skull, bringing out countless red and white matter that splattered, the bullet disappearing into the night sky.
One shot, dead!
Luo Zheng had no ti for joy, nor the mood to savor the spoils, imrsed in the profound world just now. This feeling of man and gun in unity made Luo Zheng vaguely realize his gun skills had progressed to a new level, but when he tried to feel it carefully, he couldn't find anything, a very mysterious feeling.
"Bang bang bang!" Suddenly, the swaggering helicopter in the sky roared as the onboard Fire God opened fire rapidly, dense bullets poured down like rain, covering the ground, ensuing chaos. Luo Zheng's face changed drastically, curling himself tightly, reducing his target area, not daring to move recklessly.
Quickly, Luo Zheng realized the helicopter was not sure of his exact location and was firing blindly, carrying a mighty force, ravaging the ground. The fierce bullets didn't spare his hiding place but were blocked by the reverse slope. Bullets could easily penetrate the snow cover but couldn't pierce through more than two ters of frozen earth, as hard as iron. Luo Zheng was relatively safe below the reverse slope, letting out a long sigh of relief. As long as the helicopter's attack could be blocked, the chances of escaping increased.
For about three minutes, the helicopter attacked fiercely, firing bullets at a rate of nearly six thousand per minute, totaling nearly twenty thousand bullets, hitting the surroundings, riddling it like beehive coal, with dense bullet holes emanating a breath of death, sending shivers down the spine.
Luo Zheng saw the protruding parts of the reverse slope had collapsed, looking at the dense bullet holes around, his heart was shocked. If it weren't for the hardness of the frozen earth, he might already be dead. Thinking of this, Luo Zheng's anger intensified, quickly grabbing the sniper rifle beside him, loading a bullet, aiming again.
At this mont, the ard helicopter turned around, adjusted its angle, and hovered in the air, facing Luo Zheng obliquely, clearly having discovered Luo Zheng's hideout. Luo Zheng's expression tightened, his rock-solid heart remained calm without a trace of panic, beca even more composed, rapidly aiming at the pilot.
A helicopter in flight is hard to deal with, but once it hovers to attack, it's different. A double-edged sword could injure the opponent while exposing oneself to the opponent's gunfire. If Luo Zheng didn't have a sniper rifle, it would be hard to aim and hit at the distance of five hundred ters within a short ti. Missing ant death for Luo Zheng.
The helicopter pilot might have thought of this, confidently hovering in the air, exposing himself, trying to fire first, but he overlooked that Luo Zheng had a sniper rifle and had already aid first. Whether psychologically or in action, he was quicker by about a second.
It was this brief second on the battlefield that could decide life or death, especially among masters. Luo Zheng's cold tiger eyes erupted in killing intent like a volcanic explosion, his endless fury surged into the sniper bullet, shrieking towards the target, drawing an eerie energy shockwave in the Void, shattering the windshield fiercely.
The helicopter pilot was horrified to see a black dot enlarging in his pupil, his body stiffened, his brain went blank, consciousness seed to cease functioning, forgot to fire. Before he could react, his head slamd backward, as if hit by a speeding train, feeling sothing entering his skull, before he could discern it, endless darkness engulfed him, wrapping him, devouring his vitality. Quickly, the pilot knew nothing.
The helicopter, uncontrolled, began to sway, like a drunken man, veering rcilessly to one side. Luo Zheng was overjoyed but didn't move, continued to hide, quickly scanning the surroundings, no enemies appeared, couldn't see his concealed position. This advantage could be further utilized.
At this point, two targets appeared in view, also crawling up from the ground, wearing snow-white hooded cloaks, matching the color of the surrounding snowfield, difficult to discern without paying attention. If they weren't moving, Luo Zheng wouldn't have noticed. Are the enemies preparing for a final strike? Luo Zheng's lips curled into a cold smile, quickly aiming at one of the targets.
"Whoosh!" The sniper rifle rang again, the crisp sound of the shell bouncing, the shell landing on the snow, emitting a tiny wisp of smoke. The bullet head carried Luo Zheng's full killing intent, whistled away, drawing a terrifying energy shockwave in the night sky, accurately finding the target like a Death Sentence.
One shot, headshot!
Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng watched the target's head explode like a waterlon, countless red and white matter splattered, eerie in the night sky, without a shred of rcy. On the battlefield, it's either kill or be killed, there's no reasoning, extrely ruthless. To survive, you must eliminate the opponent.
Luo Zheng quickly moved the gun barrel, searching for the last target, his endless killing intent like a sharp sword, piercing through the night, tearing the firmant.
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