The night was as dark as ink, pitch-black and hard to distinguish by touch. In the desolate wilderness, a huge estate was brightly lit, shadows of trees swaying in the wind, making slight rustling sounds, as if lovers whispering secrets. Outside the estate, so people were whispering, their flashlights sweeping in one direction, as one person approached wielding a strong flashlight and holding a pistol, like facing a formidable enemy.
In the black night, Luo Zheng dialed the ambassador's phone, and whispered, "Go."
"Understood." The ambassador's voice echoed on the phone. As planned, the ambassador's people went to sabotage the estate's phone lines, a line that Lan Xing had painstakingly found. The ambassador's intelligence personnel knew the terrain well, making this task easy — with the phone lines cut, everything would be much more manageable.
After issuing the order, Luo Zheng coldly watched as the approaching enemy got closer. His expression turned grim, and boundless battle intent surged within. After about a minute or so, the phone at his ear transmitted the ambassador's response. The phone line was cut, and Luo Zheng rejoiced, battle intent exploding forth, raising his gun to target the oncor.
"Pft!" Suddenly, a barely perceptible sound rang out, and the approaching person suddenly froze, falling straight backward, dropping the flashlight to the ground. This sudden change shocked those outside the estate watching everything, causing them to shout in panic.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Countless dark shadows suddenly appeared out of nowhere, charging wildly towards the estate's gate, terrifying under the night sky. Amidst the running, these people fired, their gun muzzles equipped with suppressors, the sound of bullets firing exceptionally faint but with fearso lethality, almost every shot finding flesh, chilling to the bone.
In a short ti, the gathered patrol mbers outside were all killed, not one spared. It all happened so suddenly that even the trained n in black didn't react, but within monts, the other n in black responded, quickly finding cover and aiming to shoot.
Luo Zheng did not move after issuing the attack order and continued to lurk in place. He glanced at Snow Leopard leading the charge, then looked at the sides of the estate. Ghost Hand's n hadn't quite reached their positions but were close. The rooftop of the estate had the biggest threat, left to Ghost Hand and his n to handle, not much of a problem; the rest were those hiding upstairs posing the most threat. Luo Zheng quickly aid his sniper scope in their direction.
Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng quickly spotted a target lurking behind the balcony column on the second floor, trying to shoot. The opponent had the advantage of height; if they opened fire, Snow Leopard and his group charging the estate would face great trouble. Luo Zheng's expression turned cold, quickly aiming at the opponent's head.
The target had only a small part of the head exposed, just about two hundred ters away. The balcony had lights, through the sniper scope making observation clear. Luo Zheng swiftly locked onto the opponent's head, not having ti to think much, quickly fired; even if he didn't hit the opponent, it would intimidate them, forcing them unable to shoot at Snow Leopard and his group charging in.
"Whoosh!" The sniper bullet howled through the air, emitting a terrifying whistling sound in the night, like Death God laughing sinisterly, instantly crossing a space barrier, hitting the edge of the column. Luo Zheng couldn't be sure if he hit the target; seeing the target disappear, he imdiately searched for another target, finding one setting up a gun to shoot, exposed boldly on the balcony, grinning coldly, and decisively fired.
"Whoosh!" The sniper bullet emitted a sharp hiss upon firing, carrying Luo Zheng's disdain and battle spirit, shot forward, drawing a terrifying death shockwave in the night, instantly into the opponent's chest. Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng clearly saw a jet of blood erupt from the opponent's chest, the target's body hit flying, crashing into the wall behind and rolling down, disappearing without a trace.
After taking out one target, Luo Zheng quickly scanned for other targets, finding none. He shifted the sniper scope towards the rooftop again, discovering the rooftop enemies were lying on the roof, exchanging fire with Ghost Hand and his group attacking from the sides. Holding the geographical advantage, Luo Zheng couldn't see the precise concealed positions of the enemies, relying on the flashes to gauge a rough idea, unable to provide fire support, feeling frustrated, and quickly searched for other targets at the estate's front.
Soon, Luo Zheng spotted a target crouched on the second-floor balcony, muzzle extending through the railing, firing at Snow Leopard and the group charging below. The gun muzzle fire exposed their position; Luo Zheng was enraged, quickly aiming in their direction, swiftly pulling the trigger.
"Whoosh!" With the sound, the sniper bullet fired again, carrying infinite killing intent, crashing over like an angry bull, ruthlessly smashing through the obstructing wooden railing, sending the target behind the railing flying, all quiet, and Luo Zheng's face turned cold, continuing to search for other targets.
At this ti, Snow Leopard led the people to the estate's gate, nurous people rushing out from inside. Without waiting for Snow Leopard to issue orders, everyone tacitly dispersed and unleashed a fierce burst of fire towards the exit, downing three people. The others retreated, and everyone quickly smashed open windows, jumped inside, with skilled movents, ferocious attacks, and extre fierceness.
Seeing Snow Leopard's team had entered, Luo Zheng relaxed internally, having eliminated around ten enemies outside. The rooftop people were suppressed by firepower, unable to act. The situation developed as Luo Zheng had anticipated. He was delighted, grabbing the sniper scope to continue observing, spotting soone trying to jump from the second floor, decisively fired.
"Whoosh!" With the sound, the sniper bullet carrying Luo Zheng's endless battle spirit howled away, brutally hitting the leaping person, directly piercing the body. Blood spurted wildly, the body fell heavily to the ground like a torn sack, lifeless.
Seeing their companion sniped, others retreated one after another, abandoning the idea of blocking Snow Leopard and his group. The estate echoed with dense gunfire. Luo Zheng observed for a while, finding no targets outside to snipe, quickly spoke through the earpiece, "Ghost Hand, take your n around the back for a fierce attack."
"Understood," Ghost Hand responded wholeheartedly, swiftly leaving with his team.
Without Ghost Hand and his group's fire restraint, the rooftop targets got up, trying to check the surroundings at the edge. Luo Zheng had been waiting for this opportunity, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, firing two shots. The two sniper bullets howled away, a terrifying sound like Death God laughing, causing collapse.
The two targets at the rooftop edge were instantly hit, bodies bursting out a huge shower of blood, falling straight from the rooftop. Frightened, the others retreated, no longer daring to go to the edge. Ghost Hand and his team took advantage to circle around to the back of the estate, tossing a grenade over, blowing open the gate, everyone charged fiercely inside.
Seeing his team had all infiltrated, Luo Zheng was overjoyed. He said to the murderous Lan Xue beside him, "Xue Er, let's go too." With that, he strode forward boldly.
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