When he finished speaking, he picked up the AWM sniper rifle and skillfully secured it on the tripod. Then he lay down, pulled a piece of black cloth over himself, and concealed himself in the darkness. He had to admit, this makeshift camouflage was quite effective.
"What are you doing here? Find somewhere to hide!"
Seeing Qian Qianqian running over foolishly with a bundle of Blue Cloth in her arms, Zeng Fei barked at her under his breath, showing no consideration for her feelings.
"Oh..." Qian Qianqian's eyes reddened. She looked around, then hurried to hide beneath the water tower on the roof, crouching down so that her body was concealed in the shadows.
What do I do...? Do I kill... or not?
No matter what military experience Zeng Fei had, and no matter what his father had taught and trained him to do, none of it could change the fact that he was only an eighteen-year-old boy.
At eighteen, the sky was a clear morning sky, with white clouds and birds, boundless and free. But now, his sky was night, dark clouds, and cold wind. In his hands he held not a pen, but cold metal.
No matter how bold he was or how steadfast his mind, at that moment, he still felt at a loss.
As the fully armed black man and white man appeared in his scope, Zeng Fei suddenly felt dizzy. His trigger finger had actually frozen! For a sniper, this was the most pathetic—and most fatal—mistake imaginable.
With his eye pressed to the scope and his finger on the trigger, fear suddenly began to grow in Zeng Fei like a virus.
No! I can't let my thoughts run wild! Calm down. Zeng Fei, you have to stay calm. You're a soldier! Stay calm! You're not killing anyone, just hitting a target with a bullet... It's not killing, it's not killing! Carry out the mission... do your duty!
Besides, they aren't people... They're just fake people made by the Headmaster... I'm killing monsters, that's right, killing monsters!
You're a capable soldier, and now you're a sniper. You can't let the fear in your heart defeat you... You can't!
In... out... in... out...
Though he kept trying to reassure himself, cold sweat continued to seep from Zeng Fei's forehead, and his slightly chubby body beneath the black cloth began to tremble...
Woof—woof—woof!
A strange, mournful bark suddenly rang out, echoing from the desolate and eerie intersection in every direction.
The black man in the scope suddenly shouted and began to run.
Less than twenty meters away from him was the center of the intersection. There, Yin Kuang, Li Shuangmu, and Wang Ning were lying in three concealed spots, pretending to be dead.
A black dog had appeared from who knew where. Its four legs raced as it ran toward the center of the intersection—where a body with a bullet hole between the brows lay: blind Mike!
The dog ran ahead, with the black man chasing after it. They were getting closer and closer to the intersection.
Li Shuangmu and the others' disguises might have fooled ordinary people, but against battle-hardened elites, they were clearly not good enough. If the black man got close, he might spot something wrong right away. Then the bullets in his gun would rain down on the three of them.
There was no doubt that, facing two or perhaps even more fully armed elite soldiers, Li Shuangmu and the others might not even have a chance to fight back before being riddled with bullets.
So no matter what, they couldn't let the men get near the intersection! They had to stop them beyond the three-way junction. That way, the three of them could use the overturned cars in the road for cover and engage the Umbrella Corporation's men in a firefight. It would still be dangerous, but at least they'd have a chance. At close range, they'd be dead for sure!
Clearly, it was no longer possible to follow the original plan. After all, they were up against the Umbrella Corporation's special forces.
No! I absolutely can't let them get near the intersection! I can't let my teammates fall into danger!
Gradually, Zeng Fei's gaze sharpened, and his brows knitted tightly together.
He held his breath.
My bullet, fly...
Zeng Fei suddenly bit down hard on his lower lip. The sharp, unmistakable pain brought him into a state of calm unlike anything he had ever known.
He pulled the trigger!
Bang!!
"Damn it!"
Lying in the shadow of an overturned bus, Li Shuangmu was frantic. What the hell is Zeng Fei doing? Why hasn't he fired yet? If those men get close, even if we have guns, they're wearing bulletproof vests. Unless we hit them in the head, we can't do a thing! Yin Kuang and Wang Ning have never even touched a gun. How could they possibly land a headshot? We're dead. I'm not afraid of an enemy who's a god; I'm afraid of a teammate who's a fool. He's going to get us killed.
But... even if I'm in a desperate situation, I, Li Shuangmu, won't give up that easily... So what if they're elite special forces? Hmph! How many elite special forces have I beaten before? Even if I'm destined to lose ten years off my life today, I'll take a few of them down with me. I just don't know how many Study Points I'll get for killing an elite soldier...
Slowly, Li Shuangmu slipped a hand inside his jacket...
In an overturned car not far from him, Yin Kuang was lying inside, playing dead. From where he was, he could also see the rooftop across the street, so he knew their approaching enemies were the Umbrella Corporation's security team. He was nervous and scared, but also faintly excited. Perhaps if he knew how formidable the Umbrella Corporation's security team was, he wouldn't be excited. But the truth was, right now, he really was excited.
Even though he knew he was supposed to be "dead," he couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking his dry lips. He didn't know why he did it. Maybe he was thirsty. He was also clutching a Type 54 pistol fitted with a suppressor. He might never have eaten pork, but surely he'd seen pigs run. Though he'd never used a gun, he'd watched so many movies and TV shows that he'd picked up a few things. He just hadn't had a chance to put them into practice.
Now that he had a gun in his hand, he felt safer than ever. And knowing he might soon get to experience what shooting a gun felt like, he could hardly wait!
"Woof, woof—woof!"
The dog kept barking, and it was getting closer and closer.
"Hey! You damn dog, get back here! Shit, shit! If you don't stop, I'll blow your dog's head off!"
A sudden voice rang out. It was some distance away, but not far, and it was rapidly drawing closer.
Yin Kuang suddenly drew a deep breath without meaning to. His heart was pounding so hard it felt ready to burst out of his chest.
They're here... What do I do? Shoot, or...
Forget the fact that the earlier plan was useless now. Even if there had still been some kind of plan, Yin Kuang would have forgotten it all by then. The blood in his body was suddenly rushing faster, his head was throbbing, and he could barely think beyond the most basic thoughts. Any plan of action had already been thrown out of his mind.
Shoot! Kill him! Once he gets close, I'll shoot! Yin Kuang tightened his grip on the pistol. If I don't kill him, he'll kill me! Kill... kill someone... No, I'm not killing anyone! This is just a game, a game designed by the Headmaster. I'm only killing monsters. For the Study Points, for the Comprehensive Evaluation...
The black man chasing the dog had no idea that three guns were trained on him. Still furious, he continued after the dog, hurling insults as he ran. Besides English, he even cursed in French, German, and Egyptian Arabic—and he even shouted "damn it" in Chinese. It was hard to believe that this black man with the Chatterbox skill had such a remarkable talent for languages.
"Hey! Rona, stop!"
William's unease grew stronger and stronger. Seeing Rona about to run out into the street, he couldn't help calling out, "The boss is on his way. Stop right there!"
"Rona the Flash doesn't care about your threats. Watch me catch that dog and give it a good beating. You just wait and see..." Suddenly, Rona's gaping mouth froze.
Because he had felt a bone-chilling cold... the shadow of death...
"Oh... sh—"
Bang!
Splurch!
Rona's head suddenly exploded like a burst firework, spraying red and white in every direction, eerie and dazzling. In his final moment, the black man left behind a beautiful image...
"Rona!!"
William's eyes widened, and he let out a sorrowful roar like a wounded lion.
The next moment, two bullets shot out of the shadows with a pair of sharp pops, flying toward William.
But even though Rona's death had plunged William into immense grief, years as a mercenary had forged his body into a formidable weapon! Almost by instinct, he threw himself forward!
He succeeded.
He managed to dodge the bullet aimed at his head.
But the other bullet, which should have missed, struck his arm in a bizarre stroke of luck as he lunged forward. A blossom of blood opened at his right elbow.
The arm he held his gun with was out of commission!
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