Chapter 56

“In these dust clouds, that guy shouldn't be able to see me anymore...”

The mercenary felt a sense of relief;

these dust clouds should have obscured that guy's line of sight.

It was, in a way, saving his life.

While feeling relieved,

he didn't forget to urge them on with a shout.

“Hurry up!”

“If you don't come soon, I'll bleed out!”

A frantic, exasperated response came from within the dust:

“Stop yelling, dammit.”

“With this much smoke and dust, who the hell knows where you are!”

Hearing the response,

the injured mercenary took a deep breath,

forced himself to gather a bit of air in his lungs despite the pain,

and shouted loudly,

“Over here! I’m...”

*Swoosh!*

*Bang!*

The moment he opened his mouth,

a bullet tore through the smoke,

instantly piercing through a spot five centimeters below his left temple.

It was precise,

perfectly avoiding the tactical helmet on his head!

In the final moment before losing consciousness,

this Spider Mercenary Group member

had one last thought flash through his mind:

“Can you really...”

“get a headshot just by listening to the sound?”

He slumped limply to the ground,

blood quickly staining the sand a bright red!

“Huh? Where did he go??”

“Why is it quiet now?”

“You better shout something, dammit!”

The mercenaries who had managed to crawl nearby

realized the voice that had been calling for help had gone completely silent.

When the dust finally settled,

they discovered

that the guy had already become a corpse lying on the ground.

The two mercenaries lay there in a daze,

their eyes filled with horror.

Does throwing a smoke grenade

not even hinder that guy's aim?

“Captain! Captain!”

“Nick is dead too!!!”

“That guy... dammit, he doesn't even need to aim his sniper rifle!”

The shrill, terrified screams of his subordinates

made the captain, who was busy suppressing fire, tremble violently.

He didn't look back,

but he could already hear the panicked roars of the other members beside him.

“Holy crap! Is that guy even human...”

“How come we can't hit him?”

“Fuck! Nick got taken out too!”

“Looks like he got headshot right in the smoke!”

“Damn! We only killed three of his escort targets, did he really have to chase us down like this?”

“Captain! Let's run, save whoever we can!”

In their terror,

some members were already thinking of fleeing.

The captain of the Spider Mercenary Group,

burying his body in the sand,

felt his hand holding the gun

trembling.

His voice was, too:

“How... how many are dead?”

“Captain, there are only four of us left...”

Hearing the trembling response from his subordinate,

the captain stared blankly for a moment.

So,

without realizing it,

including him, the captain,

there were only four of them left breathing in the entire Spider Mercenary Group?

Nine people,

and five were already lying down.

And that guy opposite them,

how many shots had he fired in total?

He thought about it with a vacant gaze;

oh right,

since the firefight began,

that guy had fired exactly five shots.

One shot, one kill.

Five corpses,

exactly.

The captain felt a bit dazed;

he couldn't understand how things had turned out this way.

Three people from Batan,

just 900,000,

he had just been making a joke!

And then he got chased down and slaughtered by that guy carrying a rifle all by himself?

“Cap... Captain!”

“We shouldn't have provoked that guy!”

“There are only four of us left.”

"Run... run!"

The urging of the team members

brought the captain slightly back to his senses.

"Sorry! Captain!"

"I don't want to die here!"

One of the team members suddenly shouted,

and then rushed down the sand dune like a madman.

The captain of the Spider Mercenary Group just took a cold look,

and said in despair,

"He won't be able to run."

Almost the moment he finished speaking,

the fleeing team member,

while running, suddenly had his body fly off at an angle

like a kite with a broken string.

His body twitched a few times,

and then there was no more movement!

On the sand dune behind,

[Text missing/corrupted in source]

Niya reloaded her firearm with a new magazine,

pricked up her ears to listen,

and finding that the mercenary group opposite seemed to have gone quiet,

she asked with some confusion,

"Did the captain wipe them all out?"

The bearded man beside her shook his head,

"Look, the captain is still holding his gun."

"There should be a few left."

"They had 9 people in total, right?"

"I don't know how many are left now, but I should have taken out at least one."

Speaking of this issue,

two rows of white teeth appeared out of thin air in the night beside the two.

It was Blackie smiling confidently.

"I know how many people they have left!"

"3 left! Do you believe it?"

The bearded man and Niya looked at Blackie.

"How do you know?"

Blackie triumphantly revealed his two rows of shiny teeth again.

"Hehe!"

"You guys definitely didn't count."

"But I counted, the captain only fired 6 shots in total."

"With the captain's one-shot-one-kill marksmanship, 6 of them must be dead."

"So only the last 3 are left alive."

Looking at Blackie's confident smile,

Niya retorted mercilessly,

"Have you forgotten the time the captain shot through 4 people with one bullet in the Middle East?"

Upon hearing this,

Blackie scratched his head,

"Damn! That's true too!"

"Forgot about that..."

Too lazy to bicker with the two team members,

Niya stood up and continued to push forward.

"Don't just stand there."

"Hurry over and find the captain!"

"Don't forget, this is just one mercenary group, there's another one!"

"I'm worried the captain is going to go settle the score with the other mercenary group."

While speaking,

all three rushed out from the cover.

Zhang Zhe, who was cautiously following at the very back,

didn't hear the other things,

but he did hear Niya's last words.

As he followed along,

he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Isn't crippling one mercenary group enough? He still wants to find the other one..."

"Just because of a 900,000 commission, he's killing them so miserably."

"This temper..."

In the center of the battlefield,

Lu Shu had stopped running.

He was less than 400 meters away from the hiding spot of the last three guys from the Spider Mercenary Group.

[Note: The source text repeats the distance, translating as:]

From a distance of 1000 meters,

the first shot he fired,

under the enemy's covering fire,

he had advanced 600 meters,

and blown away 6 people.

An average of one head per 100 meters.

The rhythm was just right.

The wind

quietly blew up the fine sand on the ground.

At a certain moment,

he raised his hand and fired a shot without warning.

The sniper bullet,

after penetrating the thin sand at the top of the dune,

fiercely tore through a human body.

"1.4 million."

Only after saying it out loud,

he immediately corrected himself.

"Hmm, no."

"900,000."