In the dark night, Ghost Hand leapt through the air like a hunting tiger, roaring fiercely. A seemingly casual shot, infused with all his spirit and energy, hit the target just ten ters away, giving no ti to evade. As the body attempted a side roll, the bullet slamd viciously into the target's head, drilled inside, and ca out the other side, tearing off a large piece of skull, splattering red and white matter, painting the wall with eerie blood flowers.
The target's body went limp, lifelessly falling to the ground. Ghost Hand didn't even glance at the target; he was confident in his close-range shooting skills and had no ti to observe. More enemies appeared up front. As he landed, Ghost Hand tilted his feet sideways and rolled twice, feeling his previous landing spot getting hit by bullets. His heart quaked in fear, rolling a couple more tis for reassurance, swiftly surveying his surroundings.
He was on the rooftop, surrounded by empty rooftops with no one in sight. The enemies either hid under the street corner or on slightly higher rooftops. Due to the angle, targets were invisible. Around him, gunfire erupted vigorously. Ghost Hand couldn't afford to be careless and swiftly asked through the earpiece: "Report your situation, brothers."
"Too many enemies at the rear, at least a dozen Tin Hats, with a massive army," Snow Leopard shouted loudly, firing furiously, the sound of bullets can clearly be heard through the earpiece.
"Sa situation here," Niu Gang hurriedly shouted.
"Sa here!" Shi Tao also quickly responded.
Ghost Hand's face turned stern. If there were a dozen Tin Hats in all three other directions, it ant the sa for his side. The enemy Tin Hats had divided their forces for encirclent, intent on annihilating us completely. He sneered; concentrated use of Tin Hats posed a serious threat, making a full counter impossible, but scattered, circumstances changed.
The confidence and ambition of the Tin Hats allowed Ghost Hand to keenly detect a battle opportunity. He imdiately yelled through the earpiece: "Keep hitting hard, hold on for two minutes, don't worry about ammo, it won't be carried away anyway, attract the enemy over, destroy the weapons after using them, regroup to my side, keep the Button Bombs for later."
"Yes." Everyone roared, not knowing why Ghost Hand made such arrangents, but unhesitatingly chose to obey. Earlier, conserving ammo, they were hesitant with shooting, now required to finish all ammo in two minutes, they adjusted to burst mode and fired fiercely.
"Fire!" Ghost Hand shouted, fiercely firing at targets while advancing, continuously suppressing the enemy's retaliation. But soon other enemies took notice, forcing a dodge as a burst of bullets ca, Ghost Hand flipped off the rooftop, racing down through the street alley.
Just then, a fellow comrade joined him, so he gestured for covering fire. Understanding, the comrade nodded and fired fiercely at the alley corner ahead, though without a visible target. Ghost Hand seized the opportunity, rushing forward crouched. Not reaching the corner yet, the covering fire ceased as the magazine emptied.
Two enemies concealed at the corner were unaware of anyone advancing. They discovered the bullet cessation, one imdiately peeked out and shockingly found a gun muzzle aid directly at him, the shooter's face grinning coldly, the muzzle spewed a fearso fla.
With a "pop," the bullet pierced the enemy's brow at close range, forming a bullet hole at the brow, the bullet burst out from the back of the head, tearing off a large piece of skull.
Having succeeded, Ghost Hand rushed up, almost reaching the alley corner, suddenly side-rolled forward. He noticed an enemy indeed lying in ambush, shooting at his previous position, responding quickly, saving himself from being hit, Ghost Hand sneered and fired furiously.
"Bang bang bang!" Three shots rang out, the target stiffened, staring at Ghost Hand in shock, not expecting Ghost Hand to use this close-quarters ambush technique, body collapsed, eyes wide open, full of resentnt and anger.
Ghost Hand got up quickly, gestured to a comrade behind him, then approached a body, removing two grenades from the enemy. Not far away, spotting enemies firing from the rooftop. Regardless of accuracy, he opened the safety, tossing the grenades over, aiming to disrupt their shooting.
This chaotic battle not only required precision shooting but also needed suppressive fire to create opportunities. At this point, another comrade charged up, Ghost Hand coldly ordered: "Hold this place, form a defense line, comrades from behind, follow up."
"Yes." The comrades, who followed Ghost Hand's lead, understood and agreed, rushing forward simultaneously.
Before long, three comrades arrived, two occupied surrounding high points, confronting enemy fire, two dispersed, guarding surrounding alley mouths. Ghost Hand estimated two minutes were about up, imdiately shouted through the earpiece: "Snow Leopard, Niu Gang, Shi Tao, report situation."
"Enemies are fierce, but we can hold for several more minutes. Damn it, this battle is exhilarating, hahaha, don't rush to retreat, still not done playing, this bunch of bastards, co on," Snow Leopard shouted loudly, seemingly venting rather than answering the question.
Ghost Hand knew Snow Leopard was a mad warfighter, the fiercer the fight, the more excitent he derived, helplessly smiling wryly as Niu Gang's voice rang through the earpiece: "We can still hold for a while, but ammo is running low."
"My ammo's running low as well," Shi Tao shouted.
"Fire all bullets quickly, destroy weapons, then move to , speed is crucial," Ghost Hand coldly ordered, his face chilling, slowly standing, reloading with a new magazine, shouting: "Brothers, stay cautious, I'm taking you ho, none of you can die."
"Kill, pound these bastards rcilessly, don't mind the ammo," Snow Leopard roared.
"Bang bang bang! Boom boom boom!" The gunfire, explosions, and war cries resounded throughout the slum, everywhere, flas illuminated the night sky, igniting it, an endless killing intent shot up toward the sky, threatening to collapse the entire night sky.
The enemies weren't amateurs either, their counterattack was fierce, their firepower intensely dense like pouring rain, making counterstrikes difficult. Perhaps due to prolonged assault failure, they deployed RPGs, a single Big Killer, a Rocket hitting a roof instantly exploded, its brightness illuminated the surroundings.
"Not good, it's an RPG, a brother's been hurt by the blast, these bastards," Snow Leopard shouted: "Soone, bandage him, everyone else stay alert, scatter, hit hard."
"Kill!" Upon seeing the enemy use RPGs, injuring a brother, everyone's eyes reddened, all let out thunderous roars, weapons in their hands repeatedly sounding.
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