In the pitch-black forest, the campfire gradually grew dim, crackling softly, and the silence around was suffocating, not even the sound of an insect could be heard; a deathly aura pervaded the night sky, stifling one's breath. The mbers of the training camp that were struck by sniper bullets lay in pools of blood, soon silent, with only the slow seepage of fresh blood, the scent of which slowly diffused and mingled with the scent of death, creating an oppressively airless atmosphere.
In the still night, within the silent forest, three people sat motionless by the dying campfire, calmly scanning the deep woods for lurking dangers. Two shots rang out, one to the south and one to the north; the remaining three were not fools. There were people to the south and north, and it seed likely that there would be people on the east and west as well. Knowing they were surrounded, to go out would an certain death, and yet, to not move would also an they wouldn't survive. Suddenly, one of them spoke up, "From the sound of the gun, it's a Type 09 sniper rifle, a model used only by the Huaxia military; are you not with Arctic Bear?" He spoke in an international lingua franca.
Luo Zheng was startled; he had not expected the other side to be able to discern the sound of the bullets. Although each gun has its distinct sound when firing, not many could identify them, especially since the Type 09 sniper rifle is not commonly seen on the international firearm market. The fact that this person could identify the sound showed he was no ordinary person.
"Since you're from Huaxia Country, everything is negotiable. What do you want? If it's within our power, we will comply, and hope to trade for our lives," the other party continued, his voice calm, his speech cadenced and clear, clearly a very composed person, not showing the slightest hint of panic.
Facing such a composed person, Luo Zheng dared not be careless and had no interest in negotiating. It would be better to capture and interrogate them directly. Speaking into his headset in a subdued voice, he said, "Don't stop, continue the attack."
Through the earpiece ca the rustling noise of the others acknowledging, and Luo Zheng carefully moved to a new concealed location. He took aim at one of the n who, despite hiding behind a tree, was less than two hundred ters away. For the Type 09 sniper rifle, this distance posed no challenge; it could easily penetrate the tree and hit the person behind it.
"Whiz!" Luo Zheng fired; the bullet roared out, drawing a terrifying arc of kinetic energy under the night sky, the buzzing of its flight almost like the deathly cackle of Death God, and in an instant, it penetrated the tree. Although the bullet's trajectory slightly shifted and its montum was sowhat reduced after passing through the tree, it did not affect its ability to hit the target and it burrowed into the man's body, whirling at high speed.
"Aaah!" A scream rang out; through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng saw the target fall to the ground, with a bloody hole where his shoulder blade had been blown open, blood pouring out, but not imdiately fatal. The man writhed in agony, screaming sothing unintelligible.
Then two more sniper shots were fired. Luo Zheng adjusted his sniper scope to observe and saw that the other two targets also fell to the ground. One was hit in the chest, blood spurting out like a fountain, while the other was Levsky, shot in the thigh, falling to his knees. The injury unleashed Levsky's fury, and he began firing in the direction of the shots.
Seeing that Levsky was aiming for him, Luo Zheng knew things were bad. He quickly threw himself to the ground just in ti to hear three bullets whiz overhead, startled by the realization that this guy could accurately judge positions just by sound alone; a formidable opponent indeed. Fortunately, their team had adopted a surrounding tactic, and thanks to night vision-capable sniper scopes, they could handle these adversaries; otherwise, it would be uncertain whose ga it would be.
"Pff, pff"—two quiet gunshots of a silent pistol sounded. Luo Zheng looked up to see Levsky's gun knocked to the ground, and his hand wounded by a bullet. Next, Luo Zheng saw Ghost Hand and Snow Leopard charge forward—with Ghost Hand pouncing on Levsky and Snow Leopard cautiously finishing off the downed bodies.
"Phew!" Luo Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, glad that they had finally won, albeit through a bit of trickery. Considering these were elite mbers of the Alpha Special Forces that had been eliminated, and fortunately these n had retreated in haste and had not carried tools like night vision devices that would reveal their exact positions, Luo Zheng felt fortunate. Otherwise, it indeed would have been hard to say whose deer would fall.
Luo Zheng cautiously surveyed the surroundings and, determining it was safe, he brandished his gun and charged forward. He saw Levsky gritting his teeth as he stood up from the ground, a huge chunk of flesh torn from his thigh by a bullet, blood gushing forth, indicating a damaged artery — death was not far off.
"Bandage him," Luo Zheng said in a low voice.
Ghost Hand swiftly rushed forward, laid Levsky on the ground, undid his belt, bound his hands behind his back, and then took out a first aid kit from his backpack to stop the bleeding. Levsky did not resist; instead, he coldly watched Luo Zheng with indifferent eyes, showing neither sorrow nor joy.
"This is a man who has seen through life and death; threats of death are aningless to him." Luo Zheng's heart tightened. He slowly squatted down, looked at the other man coldly, and said, "Your na is Levsky?"
"So, you are indeed from Huaxia Country. But we have no grudge, why ambush us?" Levsky said coldly. Before Luo Zheng could speak, Levsky seed to have realized sothing and continued, "Wait, you are also the ones who provoked the fight between us and Arctic Bear, aren't you? Clever tactics. If I were to lose to you, I wouldn't have any complaints."
"Fair enough. I need an answer from you. Tell , how can I get you to talk?" Luo Zheng spoke coldly. Interrogation thods were pointless with soone like Levsky, so Luo Zheng did not bother to sche.
"You're smart, knowing that interrogation is useless on . I've hit an artery; I can't leave this forest and will die within half an hour. Moreover, once the gunshot is heard, it won't take long for Arctic Bear's n to arrive. I'll still die. Why should I tell you the answers you want if I'm a man who is bound to die?" Levsky said with a cold laugh.
Luo Zheng was taken aback, knowing that prying open the man's mouth was impossible, especially since he didn't have much ti. There was only one way to make a man like this talk: hope, to give him sothing to live for, a reason to willingly answer. After so thought, he sneered and said, "You're right, we're both smart. Let's not waste ti. Let's get straight to the point."
"Alright, give a swift end," Levsky said with an indifferent sneer.
"Dying is easy, but you must die," Luo Zheng said coldly, looking straight into his eyes. "I know you have a daughter, we could..."
"What do you want?" Levsky's face changed dramatically, his cold gaze fixed on Luo Zheng as if he were a cornered lion ready to lash out. If Ghost Hand hadn't been holding him down firmly, he would have leapt up to attack. Levsky's movent tore at his wound, the pain nearly causing him to faint. He sat down hard on the ground and glared venomously at Luo Zheng, growling, "Don't harm family; there's no need to be ruthless. Be careful of karma."
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