Sniper Duel - Flying Bullet! (Part 2)

Woof—woof-woof—whine—

On a battlefield outlined by bullets, flames, and gunfire, there was a truly bizarre scene.

In the center of the slightly spacious road, a black Labrador was wagging its tail, using its steaming tongue to lick the face of the blind man, Mike, which had already turned cold and stiff. It let out two more "woof-woof" barks, or perhaps nudged Mike's corpse with its head, emitting a whimpering sound.

It was clearly very confused as to why its master, who was always so kind to it, was ignoring it now. No matter how it barked, its master just lay on the ground, motionless, completely devoid of his usual gentle smile.

Perhaps, no matter how intelligent a guide dog might be, it could never grasp the meaning of the word "death." It might never understand that the master who was so good to it, the one who often took it for walks facing the sunset, had left it forever. Gone to a place very, very far away...

No one paid any attention to this Labrador, so attached to its master.

They were moving forward, walking along the old path that belonged to them.

Bang!!

An unusual gunshot rang out, and a dark figure's head stiffened before it slowly toppled over.

"Another 100 points. Ha, that's 200 points earned already. Even if I die now, it's worth it. At least I've broken even." Li Shuangmu, hiding behind a tire, gave a bitter smile.

At this moment, he had already removed the silencer from his Desert Eagle. In truth, if he weren't afraid that the sound of gunfire would attract a large horde of zombies, he wouldn't have bothered attaching that piece of junk silencer to the Desert Eagle in the first place.

He was far more obsessed with the bold, rugged roar of the Desert Eagle!

Although Li Shuangmu had killed two "Elite Mercenaries" and gained 200 academic points, he was not unscathed. His left hand was soaked in blood, and it had taken two full rolls of hemostatic bandages to barely stop the bleeding. At the very least, in this "entrance exam," his left hand could be considered crippled.

Beyond the gunshot wound on his left hand, his elbows, knees, and other areas had varying degrees of abrasions, with blood flowing freely. His handsome face had also been grazed by a bullet, leaving a bloody streak. Though he cared deeply about his looks, surviving was a stroke of luck in itself.

"As long as I can make it back alive, this bit of pain is nothing," Li Shuangmu consoled himself.

"Hm? What is that..."

Suddenly, in the pitch-black night sky, from what should have been a certain floor of a building, Li Shuangmu caught a flash of red light. Though it was fleeting and others might have dismissed it as a trick of the eye, Li Shuangmu did not think so.

"Could it be..."

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"Arthur! Have you found the enemy sniper yet?"

In a very secluded spot, a low, deep voice emanated from a headset. The headset was lying on the ground, and in a space with only a few meters of visibility, it suddenly broadcasted the sound.

At this moment, a slender, fair hand suddenly reached out from the darkness and pinched the wireless headset. "Boss, the target is very cunning. There hasn't been a single movement until now."

It was a woman's voice, not particularly pleasant, even somewhat rough.

"...Kill him as soon as possible! Asen is dead; we cannot remain in this stalemate any longer."

"...Understood, boss." The death of yet another companion made Arthur, who had been calm as still water, feel a bit agitated. "Asen... I will avenge you with my bullets!"

After speaking, that fair hand reached out from the darkness again and tossed the wireless headset onto the ground.

"Handsome oriental boy, although I would love to see what kind of beauty blooms when your face explodes, I must deal with your cunning companion first. But I promise, my next bullet will kiss your forehead... to pay for my Asen's life..."

Then, everything fell into silence.

"Heh! Let's see if you fall for it!"

Zeng Fei placed the zombie's corpse on the windowsill, secured it with a sofa he had dragged over, and then took a broom, wedging one end under the zombie's armpit and leaning the other against the window. He then draped a piece of dark-colored cloth over it. After such a disguise, if one didn't look closely, it looked exactly like a sniper lying in wait at the window.

Although Zeng Fei didn't know where the Umbrella Corporation sniper was, he intended to use this decoy to lure him out. Of course, as for how to make the opponent discover "his" position, Zeng Fei had already calculated that.

Soon, he dragged Qian Qianqian, who had been hiding on the roof, into the room. He pulled out a Type 54 Pistol, placed it in her hand, and checked the time against her watch. "Watch the time. In three minutes, fire a shot outside. You don't have to hit anything; just stick your hand out and fire once. After you fire, pull it back in immediately. Do you understand?"

Qian Qianqian froze, staring blankly at the gun in her hand, at a loss.

"Hey! Did you hear me?" Zeng Fei grew anxious. "It's very simple. You don't have to do anything, just stick your hand out and fire once."

"Ah? Oh, oh..."

Zeng Fei slapped his forehead hard. "I'm truly defeated by you. Let me tell you, this shot of yours concerns the lives of Li Shuangmu and the others. They are in great danger right now and could die at any moment. But I can't fire to provide them cover until I've dealt with the enemy sniper. Because I don't want to die either. Listen, woman, if you want them to die, then just cower here and do nothing!"

Zeng Fei sneered, grabbed his sniper rifle, and left the room. He could only hope that this woman would pull herself together. Otherwise... Zeng Fei could only sigh in vain.

Because, in his view, if the enemy sniper wasn't dealt with, this battle couldn't be won; it was a guaranteed loss. Rather than pointlessly losing 10 years of his lifespan, he might as well... well, he had tried his best, and if she didn't cooperate, she couldn't blame him. Although Zeng Fei upheld the style of the military, he wasn't stupid; to knowingly do the impossible was just seeking death.

One waited quietly in the shadows, while the other had already set the trap.

Under the black curtain of night, two snipers began their contest.

Although Zeng Fei admitted he couldn't compare to the enemy sniper in terms of marksmanship, experience, or psychology, he had his own advantages.

He believed he still had a chance at victory.

Racing against time, he arrived at another room with an open door and bright lights. Having learned his lesson, Zeng Fei quickly checked the entire room to ensure there were no zombies before coming to the window and setting up his sniper rifle.

The contrast between light and dark areas easily affected vision, creating errors. Even the slightest error was enough. That was why Zeng Fei chose the brightly lit room.

After preparing everything, he lay on the ground and took out his watch. "One minute left... enough time for me to adjust."

Having said that, he began to breathe deeply...

Although he wasn't looking at the watch, he was silently counting the seconds in his heart.

"1, 2, 3, 4..."

"Qian Qianqian, don't make me look down on you... 45, 46... 55..."

Zeng Fei grew tense, but he had no choice but to force himself to stay calm.

He had to be fully focused, gathering every ounce of his essence and spirit, unable to afford even the slightest distraction.

Inside the scope, there was only pitch-black darkness...

Just at this moment...

Bang...

The gunshot rang out! It was the sound of a Type 54! Qian Qianqian had pulled the trigger after all.

The abrupt gunshot erupted from the heights, scattering rapidly in all directions. Even Black Snake and Li Shuangmu, who were locked in combat on the ground, could not help but look toward the source of the sound.

The first thought that crossed Li Shuangmu's mind upon hearing the shot was: Damn it, Zeng Fei, you brat finally fired your pistol!

"A sniper fired? No! That wasn't the sound of a sniper rifle..." Nicholas was shocked, his expression changing drastically, "Arthur... Arthur..."

But...

BOOM!!

The familiar roar of a Barrett M82A1 large-caliber sniper rifle reached Nicholas's ears, the sound echoing through the dark curtain like a cannon blast, rolling like muffled thunder.

"It's over..." Nicholas muttered to himself...

"There!"

A brilliant light ignited in Zeng Fei's eyes. His hands moved in sync with his heart; like a seasoned veteran on the battlefield, he adjusted the muzzle, his natural talent for marksmanship displayed to the fullest at this moment.

"Precision Strike!"

"Fly, my bullet!"

The Goddess of Luck favored him once again. The effect to increase shooting accuracy by 10% had triggered again!

BANG!!

The Explosive Bullet, purchased at the cost of 25 Study Points, flew out from the muzzle and instantly vanished into the night, streaking toward a certain spot on the opposite side.

Pfft—

Ssh—

Nicholas heard a strange sound coming from his headset, as if something had burst.

Then came the sound of static.

"All units: cross-cover. Retreat!!"