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“An M82A1 sniper rifle,” the bronze mask handed to Lin Chen, “the magazine is full of M8 armor-piercing incendiary rounds. I was planning to take this out to play with during the New Year, and now it seems the time is right.”

“These bastards like to invade our homeland, so let the guerrillas deal with them. Don’t rush to show up. After all, the Foundation is watching your whereabouts right now, and revealing your location will introduce a bad variable into the situation.”

"Wow..." Li Zhanyi blinked repeatedly as he watched Lin Chen inspect the magazine. "This thing is pure brute force..."

"Do you want to play?" Lin Chen handed the sniper rifle to Li Zhanyi.

"You let girls play this?" Li Zhanyi pouted. "This can hurt your bones. I played it once before, and my shoulder hurt for several days."

"Didn't they say the recoil isn't actually that strong?" Lin Chen laughed.

“That’s for men, you idiot,” Li Zhanyi nudged Lin Chen with his elbow. “I’ll be your spotter, I’ll make sure you hit the bullseye.”

"Okay, I'll give it a try then," Lin Chen said.

This is his first time using a sniper rifle; I wonder if he'll be able to hit anything.

At this moment, the bronze mask glanced at his phone and said softly:

"They are heading into the wilderness. I'm going to prepare. You're free to do as you please."

After speaking, the bronze mask's body, like a chameleon, was enveloped in various colors and slowly disappeared at the edge of the clock tower.

“No wonder this bastard is so good at infiltrating,” Lin Chen was stunned. “He’s a chameleon.”

"This psychic knowledge is quite useful," Li Zhanyi chuckled.

Lin Chen walked to the edge of the clock tower, set up his sniper rifle, and rested the butt of the gun on his shoulder.

He brought his eyes close to the lens, adjusting to the sniper scope's view.

Then, a soft, delicate Li Zhanyi gently pressed against his back and grabbed his arm.

"Now I'll teach you how to adjust the sights," Li Zhanyi whispered in Lin Chen's ear. "Come on, pay attention..."

Lin Chen felt like he couldn't listen to what was being said...

......

"Wow, look! What a fucking green grassland!"

"Crush it in! Crush it in!"

"Haha, you stupid little grass, I've crushed you!"

On the military jeep, the demigods of the reconnaissance company were shouting and yelling, each one as happy as if they were going crazy.

Only Rambo calmly surveyed the grassland, his expression serious.

"Be on your guard!" he growled. "Don't forget how tough those idiot guerrillas are. Have you forgotten what happened before?"

"It did take us half a month to catch those little punks, but we still managed to take them out, didn't we?" the fat gunman muttered. "Boss, don't worry, what tricks can those guerrilla kids pull? It's just the same old stuff, like blowing up cars..."

The words had barely left his mouth when a fierce flame shot skyward—

"boom!!!"

The military jeep was completely thrown into the air, tumbling several times before crashing heavily onto the lawn.

"Hehehe, hahahaha, here we go again, the same old trick! Isn't this funny?"

The demigods crawled out of the wreckage of the car and brushed the flames off their bodies.

"Hahahaha, forcing a job when there's none!"

"So good! So good!"

"Shut the hell up, you masochist!" Rambo roared. "We're out of vehicles going back! I'm going to miss the nightclub tonight! You guys will have to take my place!"

As soon as he finished speaking, no one in the field spoke.

"Pick up your weapons and prepare for battle."

Rambo took the gun off his shoulder and released the safety.

The five team members behind him raised their guns and followed him across the field.

"Target is within firing range."

Looking at the reconnaissance company through the sniper scope, Lin Chen frowned slightly.

To be honest, sniper rifles are pretty useful when playing shooting games. You just need to aim and fire. Even slightly more hardcore games only have the added step of calculating bullet velocity and lead, and they're not that difficult.

But in reality, it's a completely different story.

He felt that every breath he took and every heartbeat he made was visualized in the sniper scope's field of vision, and even the slightest tremors in his daily life affected his accuracy with the most realistic feedback.

After all, hitting a target within 100 meters is one thing, but hitting a target 1,000 or 2,000 meters away is a different story.

A slight sway over a distance of thousands of meters can be perceived as a huge error; a single breath could cause a bullet to miss its mark.

"Hold your breath and slow your heartbeat," Li Zhanyi whispered in Lin Chen's ear, like an ASMR, "Slowly..."

"I can't slow down like this..." Lin Chen felt his heart beating faster instead.

But luckily I have that... cheat code!

A dark blue light shone in Lin Chen's eyes.

He aimed at Hawkeye, who was at the back of the group—the guy was carrying a sniper rifle and looked like a sniper at first glance.

Take out the sniper first, so the other side won't snipe back.

"Don't rush, adjust the windage..." Li Zhanyi whispered, "and then... hey? What are you—"

"Oh!"

Lin Chen pulled the trigger.

With a roar like a tiger's roar, the muzzle of the M82A1 burst into a fireball in the rain.

The M8 armor-piercing incendiary round tore through the air, flying at high speed across the field—its trajectory was constrained by the electric arc, constantly fine-tuned, precisely aiming at the eagle eye at the rear of the reconnaissance company!

Lin Chen used a magnetic field to control and constrain the bullet's trajectory!

"Pfft!"

When Rambo heard the distant thunder, he immediately turned around.

He saw a burning hole in Hawkeye's head, almost through which the scenery behind him could be seen.

"Clap."

The demigod collapsed to the ground, with pale blue bubbles rising from his head.

Almost simultaneously, whistles sounded from all directions.

"A surprise attack! It's the guerrillas!" Rambo shouted.

......

Chapter 46 Gamma-level, Reconnaissance Company (Second and Third Updates)

The moment the raid began, the reconnaissance company, well-trained, formed ranks in all directions.

In the waist-high grass, accompanied by the wind sweeping across the plains, any movement could easily be concealed amidst the undulating waves of grass.

But the reconnaissance company is a demigod.

Although the others, apart from Rambo, were only Delta-level demigods with average physical strength and abilities, their overall strength was still vastly different from that of ordinary Awakened Spirits.

"Six o'clock, ambush."

The man known as "Penetrating Heart" opened his eyes; his pupils were a murky, pure white, shimmering with light and shadow.

Through telepathy, he sensed the approaching target, and almost simultaneously, the optical camouflage suit on his body activated, putting him into a state of complete concealment.

The moment he received the order to fire through the heart, Skinny Monkey abruptly turned his head and unleashed a barrage of fire in that direction:

"Da da da da da!"

A burst of bullets swept across the grass, leaving specks of blood, but nothing more.

“They’re spreading out,” Tou Xin said, “at three o’clock, at eight o’clock.”

Rambo and the fat gunner immediately took over the fire, firing in those two directions:

"Da da da da!"

"Oh!"

An incendiary armor-piercing round pierced the fat gunman's chest, and he staggered back two steps, a look of ecstasy on his face.

"Ah...it's on fire...ah..."

"Not fucking now!" Rambo roared.

He grabbed the shieldbearer "Little England" from the middle of the formation and roared:

"Where's your shield?! Unfurl it for me!"

"My shield was on the vehicle! It was blown away!" Little England shouted.

That's a custom-made shield just like Captain America's! It has Captain America's face painted on it!

Whenever Xiao Yinglun saw that face, a unique feeling would stir in his heart.

But now that the shield has vanished into thin air, he is naturally heartbroken.

"Then you'll be my shield!" Rambo grabbed him fiercely and spun him around. "Turn your back to me."

"Oh!"

Almost simultaneously, a bullet struck Little England in the back!

A shallow, burning crater was carved into his back, but it was not penetrated.

"Holy crap... a Bristleback..."

Looking at the little Englishman being used as a shield in the mirror, Lin Chen couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of the world.

The skin on this thing seems to have been enhanced; when you hit it with .50, it only leaves a shallow dent.

Wouldn't it be invincible if used as a bulletproof vest?

"..."

On the plains, Rambo, braving the struggling little Englishman, pressed onward.

Every now and then, Tou Xin would send out a coordinate, and Skinny Monkey and Fat Gunner would press in those directions, leaving the guerrillas with no chance to launch a surprise attack.

"Bastards! You can pull these trash tricks a thousand times and you still won't beat us!" Rambo roared. "We've fought so many times! How come you haven't improved at all?!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Little England roared:

"what!"

Rambo looked down and saw that Little England had stepped into a trap, and sharp spikes pierced his calf.

And on that animal trap, a bomb was flashing.

"Shift! A new trick?"

Rambo decisively tossed the little Englishman into the air, along with the bomb—

"boom!!!"

Little England exploded in mid-air, flames accompanied by a violent white flash, and Little England's screams.

It's a white phosphorus bomb!

Rambo dodged the white phosphorus flames that were flying everywhere, and at the same time, the white phosphorus landed on the field and began to burn fiercely.

A few specks of white phosphorus, corroding to the bone, clung to Rambo's body. He let out a roar and began frantically trying to extinguish the flames on his body.

The fat gunman wasn't so lucky. His area was simply too large, and the white phosphorus burned fiercely on his body, quickly incinerating him beyond recognition.

"Ahhhh! I'm so happy! Ahhhhh!"

"Fuck you, I can't stand you anymore!" Skinny Monkey roared.

He used the fat gunman as a shield to avoid the explosion.

After the explosion, the skinny monkey ducked down and darted into the nearby bushes, intending to hide and assess the situation.

But as soon as he reached the bushes, a dagger pierced his throat—

"Crack!"