Terrifying White Phosphorus Shell, Sharpshooter Master Hong

Through the telescope and the glass of the armored vehicle, Hong Fei could clearly see Tony chatting and laughing with the soldiers inside.

Watching the convoy get closer and closer to the Armed Militants' ambush point, Hong Fei put down the telescope and picked up his Sniper Rifle instead.

Frank, who was operating the Mortar, saw Hong Fei lying prone with his rifle braced and couldn't help asking, "Are you sure you actually know how to snipe?"

"Of course, I'm the famous Sharpshooter for miles around!"

Hong Fei's confident demeanor almost made Frank doubt his own judgment. His eyes flickered as he asked again, "What's the wind direction? What's the wind speed?"

"What did you say?"

Frank was instantly covered in black lines.

Hong Fei stared through the scope and said, "Stop wasting time, hurry up, we're almost there."

On the road, three Armored Vehicles advanced at a set distance from each other, with Tony riding in the middle second vehicle.

Boom!

A sudden thunderous roar spread across the plain. The first vehicle was instantly engulfed in erupting flames. The violent blast wave flipped the Armored Vehicle into the air, sending fragments spraying in all directions.

The vehicle carrying Tony only came to a rapid stop after passing through the intense flames ahead.

In an instant, gunfire erupted from all sides.

From Hong Fei's observation, the Armed Militants hidden on one side of the road either pulled out rifles or set up machine guns for a frenzied barrage, while others kept throwing grenades at the remaining two vehicles.

The machine gunner on top of the Armored Vehicle was killed instantly. The US military soldiers who rushed out to take cover and counterattack were shot to pieces before they could run a few steps. Those less fortunate were torn apart by fragmentation grenades.

Soon, Hong Fei saw Tony push open the door, crouch low, and run to hide behind a rock.

In the distance, missiles had already begun launching. At the impact points, whether vehicles or corpses, everything was obliterated on the spot. The scene was extremely brutal.

"Frank, get ready. Take out that Missile Vehicle first."

"Got it."

The fewer than ten US military soldiers were quickly wiped out by the Armed Militants. Tony, hiding behind the rock, gasped for breath and frantically tapped on his phone.

Whoosh!

A piercing sound came from far to near. A missile landed beside Tony. Recognizing its own military's markings, he had just stood up to run when the missile detonated instantly. The fragments and blast wave sent him flying through the air.

At the mountain peak, Hong Fei spoke at the same moment: "Fire!"

Boom!

The 120mm heavy Mortar shell left the barrel instantly. With a maximum range of over seven thousand meters, hitting a target just over a thousand meters away was a piece of cake.

In the scope, the Missile Vehicle was instantly swallowed by flames, a blazing fireball rising dozens of meters high.

This sudden change immediately put the Armed Militants hidden by the roadside on alert. They shouted in a language Hong Fei didn't understand and quickly rushed toward the surrounding flames and smoke, trying to use them as cover to evade the enemy's sight.

But Frank wasn't about to sit idly by.

Another sound rang out. After the second shell was fired, it landed precisely above a group of Armed Militants.

Suddenly, besides the still-deafening explosion, the shell detonated in mid-air, erupting into billowing white smoke. In an instant, countless tiny specks of white light sprayed outward. Wherever these specks landed, they immediately ignited. Whether grass or solid rock, everything was quickly consumed by raging flames.

At the same time, figures engulfed in fire quickly ran away from the blast center. Even from hundreds of meters away, Hong Fei could hear the utterly miserable, unending screams.

"Why is this shell different?" Hong Fei asked, somewhat shocked.

Frank picked up his Sniper Rifle, aiming as he spoke: "White Phosphorus Shell. It can stick to any surface and keep burning, and it's very hard to put out. If it lands on a person's body, it'll burn through the skin, and even turn their bones to ash."

Hong Fei sucked in a sharp breath. "Isn't that a bit too..."

"Boss, this is war," Frank said coldly.

Then, aiming at a target, he added, "There are six lucky ones left. I'll take the four on the left, you take the two on the right. Speak up if you can't handle it."

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger. One person in the distance fell with a thud.

Hong Fei quickly composed himself, a red gleam shining in his eyes.

Instantly, the five Armed Militants sprinting wildly in his vision began performing a series of ridiculous, comical movements. His gun barrel swept rapidly over their heads, leaving behind bright red cross marks.

The five were marked in an instant, and Hong Fei immediately pulled the trigger.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

The semi-automatic Sniper Rifle fired five shots in quick succession, the gunfire continuous, with no visible adjustment of the barrel between shots.

Five bullets tore through the air. Before the gunfire on the wasteland had even faded, the five men fell almost simultaneously.

At the same time, Hong Fei could clearly feel five distinct streams of energy surge into his body.

Meanwhile, Frank, who was aiming at his second target, watched helplessly as his intended victim suddenly dropped.

The successive gunfire at his side startled him. Turning his head, he saw Hong Fei grinning at him. "You're welcome!"

Frank raised his gun again to observe, finding it hard to believe.

After a long moment, he lowered the gun, his eyes still filled with unconcealed shock.

"How did you do that?"

"Raise the gun, aim, pull the trigger—smooth and flawless, a hundred shots, a hundred hits. I told you earlier, I'm the famed sharpshooter for miles around!"

The Shinigami Eye was perfect for long-range sniping.

No matter the distance, as long as the mark was placed and no obstacles stood in the way, the bullet would inevitably cross the vast space and strike the marked point directly.

Don't talk to me about wind direction, wind speed, or humidity, and don't lecture me on ballistic trajectory calculations.

In short, just raise the gun and fire!

For Hong Fei, sniping was far easier than Kung Fu.

Frank's expression was extremely complicated.

Hong Fei stood up, slinging the gun over his shoulder, and said, "Let's go, time to pull out. Any later, and the US military will be here."

Frank snapped back to reality and said in a low tone, "You go down first. I'll pack up the Mortar."

"That thing's heavy. Let me help you."

But Frank declined, "No need. Once you're down, find two gas masks in the car and bring them along. If we're any later, the target might die from poison."

"Huh?"

"I forgot to mention earlier. The smoke from the White Phosphorus Shell's explosion and combustion is highly toxic."

Hong Fei bolted.

Half an hour later, Hong Fei asked while driving, "So? Not dead from poison, is he?"

Tony lay unconscious in the back seat, drenched almost entirely in blood, his face a ghastly pale.

Frank worked on first aid as he replied, "No poisoning. The wind happened to blow the toxic smoke the other way, or he'd be dead by now."

Hong Fei breathed a sigh of relief, then said, "Use fewer White Phosphorus Shells from now on."

"Scared?" Frank didn't hide his mockery.

Hong Fei wasn't scared, of course. He just thought this method of killing was unnecessary.

But before he could speak, Frank continued, "Do you know what these people have done? They'll use a dull knife to slowly saw off an enemy's head. They'll massacre an entire village. And they'll post those videos online to flaunt their power. You think they don't know what they're doing? I can tell you clearly—they even enjoy inflicting violence on others."

Hong Fei said, "You can use them, but show some restraint. Avoid overuse."

The White Phosphorus Shell's effect was brutal. If that shell had landed in a populated area like a town or city, the scene would have been ten times more gruesome than a pure bomb blast.

Frank shook his head and said, "Don't worry. Even if you wanted to use them later, you probably wouldn't have the chance. White phosphorus shells cause psychological and physical trauma to both sides in a war. Hardly anyone produces them anymore. That shell was the only one you bought—I'm guessing the seller threw it in as a half-gift from their stock."

"You were the one who gave me the supplier's contact info."

"I only know he ships from the Middle East. All contact is remote. Haven't met him yet."

"I'm guessing he's not a good person."