Bang! Bang! Bang!
The whistling bullets shot from the guns in the hands of the three hundred Shooting Team members. Along with their fury and hatred, they poured every ounce of killing intent into each round.
At the far end, the enemy troops had been thrown into chaos by Wolf Fang's regular close-combat forces. They had yet to grasp their own predicament, and their leader, Ying Feng, had already been blasted half to death by two shots from Chen Shaoye and dragged away. With no one left to command them, they could only scatter in panic beneath the sudden barrage. Only a few stared blankly at the abruptly reversed situation, unable to understand how the ones who had been trapped, surrounded, and hunted had suddenly become them.
Round after round was fired without restraint. This time, the Wolf Fang Shooting Team had gone all out, utterly unconcerned with any bullshit about conserving resources. They just kept firing, venting like madmen.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Streams of blood burst forth at the far end, reducing the enemy's numbers at an unbelievable rate.
It was not because the Wolf Fang Shooting Team's guns were more advanced than the enemy's, nor because the enemy had become utterly useless after being thrown into disarray. It was because the Shooting Team led by Chen Shaoye had an unexpectedly high hit rate!
The Wolf Fang Shooting Team had rarely seen action since its establishment, but whether in training or battle, they had never slacked off.
What was more, this group was led by Chen Shaoye. The title God's Sniper had already resounded across the land. The miracle of one bullet, one life was no joke. At sixth order, Chen Shaoye could already kill three low-level zombies with a single bullet.
Through the ear canal, behind the ear—every