The sudden sound of gunfire startled the officer, who hurriedly turned his head and saw a black shadow suddenly leap high, raising a black long knife. The long knife emitted a chilling aura of death under the sun in the Yang Valley, which made his heart cold. He was aghast and quickly reached for his gun, but it was too late.
In mid-air, Luo Zheng's hand moved the Dragon Tooth in a strange twist, slashing down diagonally, directly chopping off the officer's head. Blood sprayed violently from his chest cavity, like a broken fire hydrant, looking especially eerie in the sunlight. After landing, Luo Zheng didn't even glance at the officer, his eyes coldly fixed on the other two guards, emitting a dazzling red light, like the Death God.
The two guards turned pale with fright and turned to flee. Luo Zheng didn't chase; instead, he grabbed the officer's sidearm from the snowmobile, quickly searched for two mags, carelessly tossed the body aside, and mounted the snowmobile. With the snowmobile for transportation, Luo Zheng's confidence surged, and a massive killing intent soared to the sky. Under the sunlight, he seed like the War God descended. He coldly glanced at the surrounding enemies swarming toward him, sneered disdainfully, and started the snowmobile.
Soon, a large number of enemies saw Luo Zheng driving the snowmobile wildly, howling as they surrounded him. Bullets flew wildly, pouring down like rain, relentlessly chasing and shooting at Luo Zheng but missing every shot. Luo Zheng drove the snowmobile crazily through the canyon, his face ashen, his sharp eyes fixed on the other snowmobiles turning ahead to block him. He didn't reduce speed but instead increased the throttle to rush forward wildly.
The snowmobile, unleashed by Luo Zheng, sprinted wildly, avoiding the large trees blocking the path. It quickly accelerated to a speed of about sixty miles per hour, a very dangerous speed to run through the forest. Yet Luo Zheng knew that slowing down would also be a death sentence; there was no difference between fighting and dying, so he fought with everything he got.
Soon, a mound appeared ahead, with a gentle slope descending beneath it. Normally, one should rush forward along the slope, steadily and with less risk of flipping over. However, Luo Zheng couldn't afford to care about this; he charged directly toward the mound. The snowmobile roared, took off into the air, and leaped forward. Seeing the enemy rushing in front, Luo Zheng's face changed dramatically. While in the air, he pushed heavily with his feet and jumped upward, using the montum to grasp the branch of a large tree. With a twist, he cleverly climbed into the tree.
The snowmobile, uncontrolled, lost its force and crashed to the ground, heavily striking an incoming snowmobile. With a loud bang, both snowmobiles exploded. The explosive flash of light shot to the sky, and black smoke billowed, knocking several people around to the ground and leaving a scene of devastation.
Luo Zheng secretly felt a great relief, thankful for his quick reflexes earlier; otherwise, it would've been troubleso. Seeing the enemies in chaos, Luo Zheng quickly jumped down, sprinted a few steps forward, swung the Dragon Tooth smoothly, and slit the neck of an enemy lying on the ground. He then picked up the opponent's long gun, slung it across his side, and rushed to an unmanned snowmobile. He steadied it, started it, and jumped on to rush forward again.
At this mont, other enemies were driving snowmobiles to encircle and kill him. Luo Zheng saw soone raising a gun, lowered his body, increased the throttle, and continued rushing forward. Calmly observing ahead, perhaps the enemies doubted their ability to hit the target, they lowered their guns and hit the throttle hard in pursuit, each one making strange 'hula' sounds.
The canyon was not wide and was full of trees, making it difficult for snowmobile travel. However, Luo Zheng dared not leave this dense forest, knowing his position had been exposed and enemies could bring in fighter planes anyti for support. He had to consider this issue. As he rushed, he vigilantly scanned his surroundings for advantageous terrain.
The pursuers behind roared and held on relentlessly. More enemies rushed from all directions to encircle, and even other search units ca upon hearing the news. For a mont, the storm gathered, and Luo Zheng didn't know how many enemies surrounded him. Knowing delaying more ant certain death, he needed to shake them off quickly.
Soon, Luo Zheng noticed a gentle slope ahead, with the canyon continuing to the east. Luo Zheng glanced back, seeing enemies about three hundred ters away, concentrating on driving snowmobiles in pursuit. Temporarily unable to shoot, he unhesitatingly left the canyon direction and charged up the gentle slope.
The slope was large and wide, with few trees in the way. Luo Zheng floored the throttle, maxing out the snowmobile's speed, climbing all the way. Occasionally, he glanced back at the pursuing enemies. Seeing more and more pursuers behind, Luo Zheng's face was icy like frost, but his sharp eyes showed a hint of delight. As long as the enemies fully gathered here, Lan Xue would be temporarily safe. His heart paused, and he continued rushing forward.
Before long, Luo Zheng reached a ridge, and the front suddenly opened up. The mountains extended to the east, up and down with no end in sight. Trees were sparse, the ground covered with thick snow, and below was the canyon. At this mont, Luo Zheng suddenly heard the roar of a fighter jet approaching, startling him. He hadn't expected them to co so quickly.
Luo Zheng quickly looked ahead at the rising and falling terrain, spreading towards the east. With a fierce look in his eyes, he unhesitatingly charged toward the ridge ahead. He floored the throttle. The slope declined eastward. Luo Zheng heard the fighter jet's roar coming closer, knowing they could launch a missile anyti. His face grew cold, and in the throng of battle, he lifted his head to look up.
A missile hurled through the sky, carrying an endless killing intent, as if the Death God was roaring. Luo Zheng's fierce eyes hardened; he suddenly turned, and the snowmobile veered aggressively toward a hillside. The snowmobile soared into the air, rocketing toward the hillside below like a cannonball.
In the air, Luo Zheng felt the intense wind from his rapid forward motion, so strong it made it hard to open his eyes. He quickly squinted to a pinprick, staring hard ahead. His body crouched, gripping the handlebars tightly, twisting his body to maintain the snowmobile's balance.
"Boom!" The missile hit the mountain, unleashing a world-shaking explosion. The powerful shockwave swept through, snowflakes danced wildly, and the entire space seed on the verge of collapse. A gigantic red glow rose from the ridge.
In the air, Luo Zheng felt his eardrums about to burst from the deafening explosion. The powerful blast wave swept through, causing the rapidly descending snowmobile to wobble. Luo Zheng, startled, gritted his teeth to keep calm, gripping the snowmobile tightly to control the descent.
With a "bang," the snowmobile crashed hard onto the snowy ground, snow spraying everywhere. The thick snow layer absorbed the impact's force. Luo Zheng felt his body tilting to one side and swiftly kicked his foot off the ground. Using the montum, he twisted and righted the snowmobile to dash forward, not even sparing a glance at the explosion site.
The fighter jet wouldn't carry just one missile. The danger was not over. Luo Zheng, with a cold face, charged forward fiercely.
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