A Chaotic Clash
Like a gust of wind, Zhang Xuezhou moved lightly, wandering around, searching for traces of the Montes Lineage members once again.
His flying skills in reality aren't as strong as in the other world, but they're definitely quite good.
He darted through the wind and waves, constantly searching for the underground entrance.
"There!"
Lin Na did not provide emergency medical assistance this time, but Zhang Xuezhou discovered a large area of blood in the non-collapsed area.
If I'm not mistaken, someone here must have been ambushed and seriously injured.
"It must have been a sniper who took the shot. He fired from that direction; people below the Fourth Sequence aren't worth ambushing, and those in the Fourth Sequence have a high probability of dodging bullets. He's... seemingly searching for clues through the bloodstains!"
The most difficult aspect of the Sequence Holder Wars is not the struggle for victory or defeat, but how to effectively locate the opponent; otherwise, decapitating the target is out of the question.
"This shot hit someone whose strength is insufficient but whose position is very important!"
The bloodstains on the ground stretched into a long line, but after entering the underground parking lot for more than ten meters, the bloodstains decreased significantly.
It could be that methods were used to deal with the situation, or that the other party's genetic abilities reduced the outflow of blood.
Zhang Xuezhou only saw drops of blood continuously flowing away.
He swayed and followed the trail of blood.
About a hundred meters later, the bloodstains disappeared in front of a pried-open iron gate.
Inside the iron gate was a dark passageway, with a faint smell of burning.
Zhang Xuezhou followed suit, but his body's evasive skills were subtly activated, trying his best to resist any unexpected situations.
Two corpses lay in the tunnel in the darkness, the air thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder, and the cratered areas dented by weapons still retained warmth.
This relatively narrow area clearly indicates a chase and counterattack, or perhaps an ambush.
Zhang Xuezhou ran forward for several dozen meters and saw a rusty door slightly ajar under a corridor light that still had some glow left. Smoke occasionally drifted out through the cracks in the door.
He reached out and pulled, and saw thick smoke billowing out.
Amidst the thick smoke, a beam of white light rapidly descended upon him.
"Hey!"
Zhang Xuezhou gave a soft shout, instantly unleashing his power of intimidation. A painful sound followed from within the smoke.
Seeing the serrated knife only ten centimeters away from his body, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but become completely alert.
He reached out and pulled a man wearing a breathing mask out of the thick smoke.
The unfamiliar faces left Zhang Xuezhou unable to identify them, unsure whether they were members of the Montes Lineage or members of the rebels.
"You got off easy!"
Zhang Xuezhou removed the serrated knife from the man's right hand, then took the breathing mask off the man's head and put it on his own head, before kicking the man several meters away.
He ignored the man's low groans as he clutched his head and crawled straight inside.
After several dozen meters, the tunnel came to an end, and flames and thick smoke began to appear.
This area is not the surface section bombarded by rocket artillery, but rather an underground region.
"Sophis, don't abandon your post! You must cover our retreat to prevent us from being attacked from both sides!"
A low growl came from ahead. Zhang Xuezhou glanced around and saw a middle-aged man with a gun lying prone in the smoke ahead.
If the other party hadn't spoken up, he might have easily overlooked it.
"Hey!"
Under renewed intimidation and suppression, the man's face, which was lying on the ground, suddenly turned deathly pale. He clutched his own neck tightly with both hands and rolled around on the ground.
"Nice gun!"
Zhang Xuezhou, not very skilled at wielding the serrated knife, stuck it into his waistband, grabbed the middle-aged man's gun with his right hand, and kicked him again.
A slight heaviness came over him, and he couldn't help but marvel at it.
A standard heavy sniper rifle weighs around 15 kilograms, and the one he was holding weighed at least three times that amount.
This is a highly directional firearm, specifically designed for sniping Sequence Holder.
High rate of fire, high power, silence, continuous fire capability, and a specific aiming system—these may seem like simple requirements, but achieving them is extremely difficult. To manufacture firearms with similar requirements, one has to increase the weight of the weapon, which makes portability a major issue, and few people are suitable for using such firearms.
Zhang Xuezhou was not previously suited to use this type of firearm, but his basic physical training changed his physical attributes.
He handled the sniper rifle several times and felt there was nothing wrong with it.
The sniper, who was shot so badly he could only roll around, could only lie on the ground and use it. Zhang Xuezhou felt he could use it as a submachine gun.
"His aim must be towards the battleground!"
Zhang Xuezhou looked in the direction the middle-aged man was looking, and saw two figures flash through the scope before quickly disappearing.
The plan to use communication permissions for location tracking failed, so Zhang Xuezhou and his team turned to using Grean as the main attacker, with him and Ren Anran providing flank support, in an effort to defeat the Montes Lineage's main members as quickly as possible. However, their subsequent plans had to be abruptly halted again after Grean's accident.
Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to personally take up his gun and go into battle.
His luck wasn't too bad this time; he happened to stumble upon two groups fighting each other.
The fighting in this underground building area was extremely intense, with many places already ablaze and emitting thick smoke. Some underground water pipes had burst, spraying out large waves of water that turned some areas into small waterfalls, making the scene seem somewhat chaotic and dangerous.
Those who can fight and kill in this kind of area are all talented individuals, and their ranks are not low.
The only thing Zhang Xuezhou was certain of was that the probability of Seventh Sequence individual among this chaotic group was very low. After all, there were only two or three Seventh Sequence individuals in the Aomeijia Alliance, so it was impossible for him to run into a bunch of Seventh Sequence.
Zhang Xuezhou's realm-defense is difficult to target for only two or three people in the Sequence Holder.
"Tehebrew, don't stand with me. We're very likely to get caught if we group together!"
The thick smoke from the burning underground structure obstructed visibility, making it difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to see clearly, but the same was true for everyone else.
Perhaps it was the distinctive, thick, heavy sniper rifle in his hand that led to Zhang Xuezhou being mistaken for someone else once again.
"This guy uses hidden weapons!"
Having taken down another lurking opponent, Zhang Xuezhou patted the man and found a bunch of small weapons on his person.
These weapons can all be categorized as concealed weapons, which even reminded Zhang Xuezhou of Wang Yi'an was extremely skilled in all kinds of concealed weapons.
These weapons were of little use to Zhang Xuezhou, but the opponent was in a very good position.
By simply crouching down slightly, Zhang Xuezhou could already see the various thighs rushing back and forth on the opposite side.
The Tongfeng system installed on the ceiling of the underground building continuously draws in the smoke from the fire, creating the strange situation of thick smoke above and clear visibility below.
As long as you can identify the leader, you can identify the members of each faction.
But this is definitely not a normal way to distinguish between different methods.
It's not that the attacked party hadn't considered this possibility, even if the attackers were equally inexperienced.