Sniper Duel -- Flying Bullet (Part 1)

"Boss... Old Ghost is dead."

An Asian youth approached a middle-aged man with short stubble, his tone heavy with grief. "Shot in the head. That person's marksmanship is precise; they must have received formal military training."

The burly, stubble-faced man leaning against a car tire nodded slightly. "I know."

"..."

"What, feeling uneasy?"

"...Yeah."

"You should be happy for him. Dying under an enemy's bullet is the ultimate end for a mercenary, and the highest honor he could pursue his whole life." Nicholas, the leader of the Black Snake mercenaries, said indifferently: "Old Ghost had always wanted to die. He just couldn't bear to leave us comrades behind. Now, he has his wish—dying by an enemy's bullet, ending his life of sin. Perhaps he's going to hell, but he's finally free. As for us..."

Click-clack!

Nicholas slotted the magazine into his gun. "In the words of the Buddhism you believe in, it's called 'deliverance.' Either we deliver the enemy, or the enemy delivers us." As he spoke, his closed eyes snapped open.

They were the eyes of a beast!

"Arthur! Have you located their sniper?" Nicholas pressed his wireless earpiece and spoke in a low voice.

"Boss, the target is slippery. He hid after firing a single shot. But don't worry, Boss. The moment he shows his head again, my bullet will blow it off."

"Understood." Nicholas fell silent for a moment, then added, "Do not underestimate the opponent."

"Haha. Don't worry, Boss. In my eyes, there is only the target, nothing else." With that, the other party hung up.

Nicholas immediately issued orders over the shared channel: "Fox, White Mouse, you two deal with Target No. 2 and lure out their sniper. Blue Whale, Sagittarius, you handle Target No. 1. Mori, Asen, provide covering fire and close in on the central intersection! Resolve this in the shortest time possible!"

"Yes, Boss."

"No problem, leave it to me."

"Task received!"

***************************************

Da-da... da-da-da...

Frenzied bullets erupted from the muzzles, truly resembling a rain of lead. The muzzle flashes and the sparks flying as bullets struck steel provided a sliver of light to the dim night.

A light that brought death!

The Black Snake task force pushed forward with overwhelming superiority.

As for Li Shuangmu and Yin Kuang, they could do nothing but curl up beneath their cover. Facing a group of mercenaries who held absolute superiority in organization, discipline, combat ability, and equipment, these teenagers who had just stepped out of high school didn't have the slightest chance of winning.

"Damn that Headmaster!" Yin Kuang, hiding in a clothing store, grew restless and irritable. "They're all 'suicide squad' level monsters! Does he even have a brain, assigning a mission like this to a group of us who have never even held a gun? He might as well have just killed us!"

Suddenly, an object trailing a wisp of white gas was tossed in from outside. With a hiss, a cloud of white gas sprayed out from it.

"Damn it! They're even using tear gas!" Yin Kuang, who never cursed anyone's mother, was truly driven mad. He frantically grabbed a piece of cloth—well, Yin Kuang called the two triangular pieces connected by red strings 'cloth'—covered his mouth, and hunched over to crawl deeper into the shop.

Although Yin Kuang found it strange that they didn't just toss a grenade to send him back to that damned school, it was clearly not the time to ponder such things. In fact, he was just venting his frustration.

"Don't let me catch an opening. This time, I won't be cowardly again!"

Even a clay bodhisattva has a temper, let alone Yin Kuang.

Having been pinned down by enemy fire and forced to scurry like a rat, he had never suffered such humiliation, and his heart was already brimming with suppressed rage.

Perhaps, if they come in here, I can use the environment to counterattack. Looking at the rows of clothing in the store, the intricate interior design that maximized space also made the already small area look cramped—it was practically a miniature maze.

At this moment, Yin Kuang, buried in a pile of clothes, actually prayed that the enemies would come inside. Although he felt the hope was slim—the enemy had no reason to enter and engage him—he couldn't help but pray for it.

Yin Kuang naturally couldn't know that the Umbrella Corporation mercenaries weren't blowing him to bits simply because they were using him to lure out the sniper hiding in the shadows.

The sniper, the ghost and reaper of the battlefield, had to be dealt with immediately! Because a sniper in the shadows could tip the scales of the entire battle.

Using a comrade's danger to draw the sniper out.

At the same time, the two men who had exposed themselves to throw the tear gas were also bait.

Double bait. Nicholas didn't believe the enemy sniper could keep his cool.

***********************************

"Damn it! Almost capsized in a gutter."

In a house with flickering lights, Zeng Fei spat at the dead zombie on the floor.

Zeng Fei's military knife was embedded in the zombie's forehead, the force so great that even the hilt had sunk in by a third. Of course, this was also because the zombie's brain had become fragile due to the T-Virus. Otherwise, with Zeng Fei's strength, he could never have achieved such a result.

Zeng Fei was, needless to say, in a sorry state. He had wrestled with a zombie that jumped out at him, and it was a miracle he hadn't been bitten. His pale face showed no trace of blood, only exhaustion, fear, panic, and resentment.

Why wasn't he on the roof, but instead in this house?

Simple: concealment.

He had fired one shot. The 'Precision Strike' effect, which increases shooting accuracy by 10%, had activated, and he had blown the black man's head off with a single bullet. Then, before he could even succumb to the nausea and vomiting caused by killing a person, he was spurred by a strange, chilling sensation to immediately pull back and evacuate his sniping point.

Besides, even without that bone-chilling sense of impending death, he would have retreated anyway.

"Shoot and run!" That was the lesson his old man had taught him.

"What is the most important thing for a sniper? It's not killing the target! It's keeping yourself hidden." Zeng Fei felt as if he were back in the open wilderness last summer, when his father was teaching him to shoot. "The perfect concealment is when the enemy cannot see you, yet you hold the target's movements in your hands at all times. As long as the target is in your scope, you can pull the trigger and kill him whenever you want!"

"Dad, although I don't know why you wouldn't let me stay in the military... I have never forgotten what you taught me. Now is the time to test the theory you gave me... I have already killed a man..." Although his stomach was empty from retching, the thought of the black man's head exploding still gave Zeng Fei the urge to vomit.

Yet, he did not suppress the fear in his heart, nor the nausea after killing; instead, he savored the feeling, "Since there is a first time... there will be a second! I am no longer afraid of killing!!"

It was no wonder the Headmaster had granted him the Qualified Soldier skill. At this moment, although Zeng Fei's performance still appeared quite green, it had to be said that his ability to adapt was truly extraordinary.

"Next, it is time for our sniper duel."

Zeng Fei muttered to himself.

Although he had not truly seen the enemy sniper, and did not even know if the enemy had one, he trusted his instincts. He did not know if this was because he possessed 9 points in Perception, or because of something else. However, there was definitely a pair of eyes searching for his trail from the shadows.

That's right, a pair of eyes! Zeng Fei was certain there was only one sniper!

Otherwise, under the coordination of two snipers, he would have already been dead!

Looking at the zombies on the ground, Zeng Fei's eyes flickered with a sharp glint...