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Shen Fei stood still.

Just like Ma Dapao.

It didn't move.

He just stood there.

Looking at his teammates, he continued his advance.

The corners of his mouth slowly parted into a smile.

He laughed too.

That smile, just like Ma Dapao's—

A smile of anticipation, waiting to see the show.

On the left, Zhao Shu was crouching down, pressed against the rock.

He was an electronic aviator in an Air Force squadron.

On airplanes, I am responsible for operating complex electronic devices.

Steady hand.

A keen eye.

Attentive.

At that moment, he was sneaking towards a guard.

The garrison soldier lay prone behind a protruding rock.

He was holding a light machine gun in his hands.

They were really getting into the swing of things.

"Da da da da—!!!"

The gun barrels were spitting fire.

He was still muttering:

"Fight! Fight! We'll make you crawl!"

Zhao Shu approached silently.

Every step was taken on the most stable part of the rock.

No sound.

No gravel fell.

five meters.

three meters.

one meter.

The defending troops are still fighting.

They were completely unaware.

Zhao Shu extended his hand.

She covered his mouth with her left hand.

With his right hand, he made a light stroke across his neck—a motion simulating a throat-slitting action.

"Killed." He said in a low voice.

The garrison soldier's body suddenly stiffened.

The gunfire stopped.

He lowered his head, stunned.

Looking at the mark on his neck.

The white mark was clearly imprinted on his neck.

Like a knife mark.

He turned his head.

Looking at Zhao Shu.

Looking at this young face.

Looking at this light gray training uniform.

Look at this—

The air force approached from behind.

There was shock in his eyes.

It's incredible.

have--

I'm convinced.

He was stunned for three seconds.

Then he smiled.

That smile held a hint of bitterness.

Some people admired him.

He gave a thumbs up.

Facing Zhao Shu:

"air force……"

He spoke each word clearly:

"That's fucking awesome..."

the other direction.

Qingniao's target is Zhou Xiaoqi.

That sniper.

The person with the best marksmanship.

that--

The most difficult person to deal with.

The bluebird was very careful.

He knew that snipers were the most alert.

Even the slightest movement could be detected.

He stayed close to the rock.

Touching forward little by little.

Every step is taken on the most stable ground.

I held my breath with every step.

Zhou Xiaoqi was crouching behind the scope.

The gun barrel was pointed steadily at the front.

His finger was on the trigger.

Not moving at all.

Like a sculpture.

The bluebird is getting closer and closer.

ten meters.

eight meters.

five meters.

Three meters —

Just when he thought he was about to succeed.

Zhou Xiaoqi's voice suddenly rang out:

"Oh shit."

"You almost succeeded."

The bluebird's body suddenly stiffened.

It felt like being struck by lightning.

It's like being frozen in ice.

His hand froze in mid-air.

His feet remained rooted to the spot.

His breathing stopped.

Zhou Xiaoqi slowly turned her head.

Look at him.

Look at this—

He almost touched the Air Force behind him.

Looking at this young face.

Looking into those eyes filled with shock.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

That smile was awful.

But it's very cold:

"Oh shit……"

He spoke each word clearly:

"Dare to touch a sniper's butt..."

He paused:

"You little bastard, you've got some nerve!"

The bluebird stood there.

He met Zhou Xiaoqi's gaze.

Eyes facing each other.

The air seemed to freeze.

Gunshots were still ringing out in the distance.

But here, it's as quiet as a tomb.

The bluebird slowly clenched its fist.

He knew the moment he would be discovered.

The surprise attack failed.

Next-

We have no choice but to fight it out.

He is in the Air Force.

Physical fitness, not afraid of hand-to-hand combat.

He took a deep breath.

Get ready to take action.

Zhou Xiaoqi looked at him.

Looking at his posture, as if he was ready to fight to the death.

Suddenly, he laughed.

That smile was strange.

It's not anger.

Yes--

appreciate.

"Okay," he said. "That's interesting."

He stood up.

Put down your gun.

I moved my wrists around a bit.

"bring it on."

"Let me see—"

"Air Force skills."