Chen Ruiling turned around to look at the source of the gunfire in surprise.

He saw someone wearing a camouflage suit, like a leopard, charging over from the nine o'clock direction one kilometer away.

His speed was unbelievably fast, and while running, the sniper rifle in his hand kept firing.

In the infrared night vision scope, his figure was like a sharp sword, heading straight towards the enemy's position.

In an instant, the man had already reached a spot less than eight hundred meters from the enemy's position.

The enemy at the mountain pass was evidently stunned by the sudden critical hit.

They hurriedly turned their guns and fired wildly at the fierce, sharp figure.

The man rolled twice in succession and hid behind a rock.

Bullets rained onto the rock, causing debris to fly and sparks to scatter.

Chen Ruiling finally saw the man clearly.

He was wearing a camouflage suit and a tactical helmet, with a slender and agile figure, but his face was not visible.

The man took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and flicked the cigarette butt into the air.

The cigarette looked like a tiny torch, drawing an arc in the night.

This dazzling target immediately attracted the enemy on the mountain, and countless bullets aimed at the cigarette butt.

The man leaped up onto the rock, and the sniper rifle fired loudly.

Bullets whistled, killing three or four bandits.

Chen Ruiling had never seen such a formidable gun expert.

In the darkness, it seemed as if he didn't even aim; he raised his hand and bullets chased down souls and lives.

At this moment, the voice of that man came over the public communication channel.

"Chen Ruiling, you silly girl, what are you daydreaming about? Charge!"

His voice was incredibly stern but carried a teasing tone.

Chen Ruiling immediately understood, "Yang Fei, you finally came."

Yang Fei's voice was still filled with a carefree attitude.

"Could I not come? A bunch of silly girls just strong attacking, not seeking death?"

As he spoke, he wasn't idle with his hands.

The bullets from his rifle whistled, precisely suppressing the enemy at the mountain pass so that they couldn't raise their heads.

"Hey, don't underestimate us."

Chen Ruiling cursed, leading the third and fourth groups of the Mulan Special Forces to charge towards the mountain pass.

Meanwhile, the first and second groups of the Mulan Squad Members also launched assaults from both wings towards the mountain pass.

Yang Fei did not charge; in a mere instant, he shot three more bandits' heads.

Under Yang Fei's cover, Mulan Team's four squads finally seized the advantageous terrain of the mountain pass.

After an intense confrontation, the Hellhound Mercenaries left seventeen or eighteen corpses behind and fled in embarrassment.

Chen Ruiling's arm was wrapped in bandages, and the blood hadn't stopped, but a joyous smile appeared on his face.

"Yang Fei, I knew you would come."

Yang Fei nodded, his gaze deep as it looked towards the hilly region down the mountain.

"My old opponent Yuri has come. I don't show up, how could I live up to his eager visit to die here?"

"Let's quickly aid Cheetah Squad; those brothers are fighting hard."

Chen Ruiling's eyes reddened, clenching his fist tightly, "Let's go!"

Yang Fei led the charge, and Mulan Team quickly dashed down the mountain.

North of the Desolate Valley region, Cheetah Squad had been trapped in a hilly area for two hours.

Cheetah Squad leader Huang Zhiping's legs were both broken, flesh and blood mangled, creating a small lake of blood underneath him.

He laid behind a big rock, gritting his teeth, and fiercely fired a heavy machine gun at the trapezoidal path below the hills.

Golden bullet casings clinked and clanked as they fell to the ground.

The hail-like bullets suppressed the bandits' charge from below the hills.

Huang Zhiping was a seasoned veteran, he covered himself well.

Two crossed giant rocks shielded his body, also blocking the path up the hills.

Behind the hills, Cheetah Squad was making a full-speed breakout.

As long as Cheetah Squad could meet up with the approaching Mulan Team, the breakout would be deemed successful.

Observer and shell loader Little Zhou had constantly been watching the sniper hidden in the darkness opposite.

This terrifying sniper caused most of the brothers' casualties.

He was like a madly operating killing machine, wherever he charged, countless brothers died tragically.

Huang Zhiping's legs were shot off by him.

Wave after wave of mercenaries charged up.

Yet under Huang Zhiping's blockade, they retreated again and again.

Watching the retreating wave of Hellhound Mercenaries, Huang Zhiping's nerves relaxed slightly.

He stared forward, muttering softly.

"Little Zhou, do you regret staying behind to block the enemy with me?"

Little Zhou's young face showed a slight smile.

"Captain, what's there to regret or not regret? You aren't afraid, and neither am I."

At that moment, a sense of murderous intent like a venomous snake invaded Huang Zhiping's heart.

He abruptly ducked down, "Watch out!"

This was an old soldier's unique intuition towards danger.

However, Little Zhou's reaction was just a split second slower.

Bang!

A bullet accurately hit Little Zhou's head.

His body was propelled by the massive impact, spilling blood and brains all over.

"Little Zhou..."

Huang Zhiping roared, crazily firing the heavy machine gun towards the suspicious area.

Bang!

Another sniper bullet shot out, brushing past Huang Zhiping's head.

But the bullet hit a large rock behind Huang Zhiping, rebounded, and instantly pierced Huang Zhiping's heart.

Kill by a ricochet!

Huang Zhiping's eyes widened, his throat made a rattling sound.

His vital heart had been pierced by the bullet, leaving no chance for survival.

Huang Zhiping's body fell backward, his eyes wide open.

Hellhound Mercenaries surged up the mountain again.

A bald strong man carrying a Barrett walked over.

His shiny, thick-soled leather boots stepped into the pool of blood; his entire figure was as towering as a mountain.

Ranked third on the global sniper list, King, Yuri!

Yuri looked at Huang Zhiping's corpse, raised his hand, and saluted this brave opponent.

Then, without hesitation, his heavy sniper targeted Huang Zhiping's head and fired a shot.

Then, he raised his heavy sniper and swiftly yet steadily chased in the direction of Cheetah Squad's breakout.

Baldy Yuri's steps were silent, like some sort of feline predator.

His whole body moved with a unique rhythm, like a cheetah prowling the jungle, possessing an unusual elegance.

With a gun in hand, this King Sniper was like a legendary deity.

He could dominate anyone's life and death, calm and composed, elegant and carefree.

Suddenly, the cries of Hell's Cerberus Soldiers echoed ahead.

Muffled gunshots resounded repeatedly, like death's footsteps, unhurried yet brimming with murderous intent.

Yuri paused.

The unique intuition of a King Sniper made him sense the presence of a peer, like a beast sensing a compatriot.

For Yuri, this thrilling, dangerous feeling could only be brought by one person in this world.

Yuri smiled, his fierce face oddly exuding an inexplicable elegance.

"Magic Shadow, my old friend, you did come. This is a surprise from God."

After saying this, he did not advance but retreated swiftly into the northwest bushes.

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