"How many bullets are left?"
Qin Yu asked in a deep voice.
"Three!"
He Gang replied.
"Three, to take down five, any problem?"
Qin Yu weighed his options. Attacked by ten expert fighters simultaneously, he would undoubtedly be the one to fall. If He Gang could take out half, the pressure would be greatly relieved.
"No problem!"
He Gang said through gritted teeth.
Qin Yu had shown him favor, and now he was trapped in the encirclent; he must find a way to deal with five expert fighters with just three bullets.
"Alright, my life is in your hands!"
After saying that, Qin Yu, wielding his tactical dagger, got into a fray with around ten expert fighters.
"The first bullet must take out two!"
He Gang, looking through the scope, watched the battle in the yard while pulling the bolt of his rifle.
Sniper rounds, in terms of both quantity and caliber, are much stronger than regular bullets. If ordinary people were lined up and shot only in the heart, five or six could be taken out with one bullet.
Therefore, the command Qin Yu had given him—to take down five expert fighters with three bullets—was a real test of He Gang's marksmanship and judgnt.
"Brother Qin, I absolutely won't let you down!"
He Gang squinted his eyes. He didn't rush to shoot but waited for the mont when two expert fighters were side by side before he pulled the trigger.
Bang...
The angle he chose was excellent; the bullet hit the first expert fighter diagonally before entering the temple of the second one.
If it had been straight, there was a good chance the bullet would've lodged in the first fighter's head and lost its montum.
At an angle, it tore through the opponent's skull without getting stuck, thus achieving the goal of one bullet taking down two n.
"Brother He, your shooting is as good as ever!"
Qin Yu gave a thumbs-up in the direction of the rooftop.
"Heh heh, even though I'm retired, I've been practicing my arms and eyes daily. I didn't expect it would really co in handy!"
He Gang felt very pleased to be able to help Qin Yu.
"Just help take out three more!"
As Qin Yu spoke, he slashed an expert fighter's throat with his knife while simultaneously kicking the opponent's chest, taking down one himself.
"Alright!"
He Gang pulled the bolt again, half-squinting and focusing intently through the scope.
Whoosh whoosh...
At that mont, two expert fighters lunged forward, grabbing Qin Yu's thighs and causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.
The remaining expert fighters leaped up, mouths open, ready to bite through Qin Yu's neck.
Bang...
But once again the sound of a gunshot rang out, and the head of the expert fighter mid-air exploded.
Phew...
Qin Yu let out a sigh of relief, and with two punches, he fought off the expert fighters clinging to his legs. After warding them off, he leaped to his feet with a fish-flop motion, quickly maneuvering to create an opportunity for He Gang.
He had only one bullet left; it had to hit two people.
"Now!"
He Gang pulled the trigger.
Because at that mont, one of the expert fighters had jumped up, and the bullet accurately pierced his heart before striking another fighter's neck.
Both of these areas were vulnerable, allowing the bullet to easily penetrate.
Thud...
Suddenly, those two expert fighters fell to the ground, struggling to get up, but Qin Yu quickly stepped forward and kicked their heads.
Gurgle...
The two heads rolled away like soccer balls.
Although sowhat cruel, they were already in such a state that even if Qin Yu didn't finish them off, they wouldn't have survived.
"Huff, huff..."
Seeing only four expert fighters left, Qin Yu felt his pressure lessen and, gripping his tactical dagger, charged at them.
At that mont.
Wang Jinbo, clenching his laptop, limped through the secret elevator and had reached the parking lot.
"Hm, this place, not even my n know about it, let alone these special police finding it!"
Wang Jinbo pressed his car key, put away his laptop, and then grasped the car door to sit down.
Boom....
He stepped on the gas, and the car sped off, just needing to reach the national road to be safe.
However, he definitely didn't expect that Scholar had been tightly tracking his cell phone signal. Seeing him leave the farm, Scholar imdiately inford Qin Yu, "Wang Jinbo's cell phone signal is moving fast; he's probably in a car!"
"Roger that, Brother He, you go catch Wang Jinbo!"
"Hey, Brother He?"
Qin Yu called out twice consecutively, but there was no sound from the tactical headset. Engaged by four artificial masters, he couldn't split himself away.
"Ha ha ha, trying to catch ? Not a chance!"
Wang Jinbo glanced back at the dark farm, laughed a few tis, and then floored the gas pedal to continue the mad rush.
"Boom...."
But there was also the sound of a car engine roaring behind him.
What the fuck?
Via the rearview mirror, Wang Jinbo could faintly make out He Gang driving an off-road vehicle catching up — his eyes set dead ahead, his expression dark and terrifying.
"I'm going to speed up!"
Wang Jinbo panicked a bit; he was certain of the terrible fate that awaited if he fell into He Gang's hands.
Soon, his car reached over a hundred miles per hour. After all, it was a national road; going too fast was not realistic.
Yet, the lights behind him continued to approach; He Gang seed to disregard safety altogether, driving even faster than Wang Jinbo.
Crazy, crazy!
Wang Jinbo began to fear, especially with a turn ahead; he could only tap the brakes a few tis to slow down.
Just a few seconds later.
Bang....
Wang Jinbo's car jolted violently. Inside, He Gang gripped the steering wheel tightly, ramming directly into Wang Jinbo's car as he took the turn, sliding into the roadside bushes.
"Ah... my leg...."
Wang Jinbo grimaced in pain. Once the car finally stabilized, he pulled a handgun from the glove compartnt, chambered a round, and climbed out of the car with a grim expression.
"Son of a bitch, co on out!"
Wang Jinbo yelled, waving the gun.
"You're dead at today!"
He Gang, seemingly oblivious to the gun in Wang Jinbo's hand, strode over holding his rifle that was already out of bullets.
"Bang bang...."
Wang Jinbo gritted his teeth, continually pulling the trigger.
But when the gunfire ceased, He Gang was no longer in his sight.
Bang....
Ah....
As a gust of wind sounded, He Gang swung the sniper rifle down onto Wang Jinbo's shinbone.
The sniper rifle was extrely heavy and made of special steel, harder than a hamr.
Crack...
Wang Jinbo staggered and fell to the ground, screaming in agony.
"You like playing with won, huh?"
He Gang rolled on top of Wang Jinbo, pinning him down, and began to pull down his trousers.
"Ah... what are you doing?"
Wang Jinbo cried out in panic.
"Hmph...."
He Gang's eyes were steely as he thrust the barrel of his sniper rifle forward.
"Fuck...."
The sniper rifle barrel, several dozen centiters long and quite broad in caliber, forced Wang Jinbo to feel the sensation of domination imdiately.
The pain nearly popped his eyeballs out.
His hands clutched the grass desperately, the tornt nearly sending his soul out of his body.
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