Amid a rapid sprint, Ghost Hand continuously killed visible targets, instinctively and narrowly avoiding enemy attacks. Suddenly, Ghost Hand felt an overwhelming sense of danger pounce on him, causing him to panic. His movents slowed slightly, and from the corner of his eye, he spotted a Sniper's sinister cold smile. At the critical mont, Ghost Hand suddenly felt an emptiness under him and fell down. Amidst the chaos, his own gun went off.
Ghost Hand was unaware of how he had fired that shot; he didn't even feel himself shooting. He landed painfully on the ground, a sign he hadn't died, which made him overjoyed. He quickly scrambled to his feet as Mountain Eagle's concerned voice rang in his ear: "Ghost Hand, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, that hurt like hell," Ghost Hand said, annoyed.
"Instant shot, huh, brother, are you the Sniper or am I the Sniper? You actually pulled off the legendary instant shot. That Sniper had fired before you but ended up shot by you. You are incredible. The enemies on the roof have been almost entirely cleared by your combat sniping. Leave the rest to , go help the team leader," Snow Leopard exclaid in astonishnt.
Ghost Hand acknowledged quickly, bending over as he sprinted through the alley towards the fight. Soon, he saw an enemy at the alley entrance firing stubbornly. Ghost Hand's expression hardened, and he raised his hand and shot, blowing the enemy's head off before continuing to flank from the other side, like a Soul Hooker weaving through the city alleys.
At this mont, the Soldier King's combat prowess was fully evident.
On the main street, Luo Zheng led the way with Lan Xue covering him. Both ferociously advanced forward, precisely killing every enemy trying to block them. Mountain Eagle covered the rear, and seeing no pursuers, also took another alley to flank. This formation—with Luo Zheng and Lan Xue on the main street and Ghost Hand and Mountain Eagle on the flanks—greatly enhanced their combat effectiveness.
The resistance and the number of enemies ahead weakened, and as Snow Leopard cleared the rooftop enemies, he too swiftly ran to assist, dominating from a higher position and clearing obstructive targets ahead. Everyone quickly advanced to the central castle area which featured a small square with a stone sculpture of a wolf's head.
Next to the wolf's head stood a man with a grim face almost dripping with gloominess, dressed in a camouflaged combat uniform, clutching a Sig P220. His eyes wide with fury, he coldly watched as the last two opposing blockers were killed, then suddenly raised his gun and aid at Luo Zheng running towards him. His half-closed eyes emitted a fierce presence, like an enraged starving wolf with a chilling ferocity.
"Bang!" The man fired his gun. Under the sunlight, it emitted a deadly aura, the sniper bullet whistling out, burning with a soul-snatching shockwave, eerie and terrifying, like Death God's grim smile, sending shivers down the spine.
"Watch out." Almost at the sa ti, Lan Xue, who had been monitoring the battlefield, paled dramatically and let out a piercing scream, her eyes filled with despair, rage, and deep concern.
Luo Zheng felt a darkness before his eyes as he was knocked to the ground by sothing, and then sothing hit his chest. Almost at the sa ti, the air filled with the sound of gunfire and shouting. Alard, Luo Zheng focused and saw a corpse on top of him. Pushing the corpse aside, he saw the bullet had penetrated its chest. Looking at his own chest, he found a bullet stopped by the Bullet-Resistant Vest, an imnse pain overwhelming his senses, nearly causing him to faint.
"Kill!" Ghost Hand, Snow Leopard, and Mountain Eagle roared, with the roar of bullets, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.
Imdiately, a familiar figure rushed over, his face full of sorrow; it was Lan Xue. Luo Zheng was greatly puzzled and looked at Lan Xue. Before he could ask, he heard Lan Xue urgently say, "Hold on, you must hold on. You can't die. If you dare leave behind, I'll chase you down to settle the score." Lan Xue's concern made her emotions evident, her eyes filled with worry.
"Where was I shot?" Luo Zheng asked in surprise.
"You?" Lan Xue's face changed, and she quickly checked him, finding no blood on Luo Zheng. Upon looking at the corpse lying beside him, one she didn't recognize, whose body was completely penetrated, she suddenly realized that the sniper bullet had first passed through this person's body before hitting Luo Zheng. The bullet's kinetic energy had been reduced, and it had not injured him thanks to the bullet-resistant vest.
Lan Xue breathed a sigh of relief. Luo Zheng, thinking of his brothers still in battle, looked up and saw that the enemy was being suppressed by the furious Ghost Hand, Mountain Eagle, and Snow Leopard, taking cover behind a wolf head sculpture. The sculpture, cast from wrought iron, sent sparks flying when struck by bullets, and the enemy did not return fire.
"Dada dada!" Thinking Luo Zheng had been shot, Ghost Hand and the others were completely enraged, firing wildly, their eyes bloodshot and their faces so grim they seed about to drip with anger. Seeing the enemy hiding behind the sculpture, unreachable by bullets, and Ghost Hand recklessly charging forward, Luo Zheng was greatly alard. Amidst the chaos, he spotted half a foot protruding from under the sculpture, and his eyes lit up as he quickly fired.
"Pfft!" The bullet hit the enemy's toes. As toes are connected to the heart, the pain made the enemy instinctively lift his foot, bending his knee, which exposed part of his body outside the sculpture. Seizing the rare opportunity, Luo Zheng calmly moved his gun upwards and swiftly pulled the trigger, sending another bullet whizzing into the enemy's kneecap.
"Ah!" Unable to bear the pain, the enemy cried out, staggering and exposing most of his body, just as Ghost Hand and others charged from the side, hitting the enemy with a flurry of bullets that sent several blood spurts flying.
"Hold on." Lan Xue quickly yelled, signaling everyone to cease fire, watching the enemy with a cold gaze, her eyebrows tightly knitted and her expression pained as the gun fell to the ground. Ghost Hand and the others stopped shooting, cautiously aid, and closed in.
Seeing that the enemy was not killed by the random shots and was still hanging on, Lan Xue looked at Luo Zheng with concern and said, "It was this corpse that blocked the bullet. Luckily it was a pistol, not a sniper rifle, with less penetration; otherwise, you would have been dead. You're always so reckless, how can I not worry about you? Are you alright?" Her words were thick with love.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. That guy feels sowhat familiar. Could it be the Wolf King?" Luo Zheng said with a wry smile. This ti he really had been lucky, but how did this corpse co to be here? Luo Zheng, puzzled and struggling to stand, rubbed his painfully unbearable chest and slowly walked forward, looking at the enemy and couldn't help but smile.
"Kid, even this couldn't kill you. It seems it's fate. Could you let die by your gun?" the enemy said coldly, his face calming down, perhaps realizing that he couldn't escape his fate. It was indeed the once-glorious leader of the Wild Wolf rcenary Group, the Wolf King.
"Wolf King, we et again," Luo Zheng said coldly, slowly raising the sniper rifle, intending to fulfill this man's wish. From a certain perspective, this man deserved respect.
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