In the far-end vehicle, a figure disappeared without a word. 

As if turning invisible, camouflage rippled across his body, constantly shifting with the surroundings. Like a lizard, he moved deftly through the forest, using both hands and feet, not even disturbing a single bird or blade of grass. Circling from the side and using vegetation and rocks for cover, he silently closed in on the sniper’s position.

But as he crawled forward, his movements suddenly paused. Frowning, he glanced to the side, reached out, and pushed aside the foliage.

He finally saw it, that blinking red dot…

An infrared camera?!

Boom!

Along with a thunderclap that seemed to announce death itself, a blood-soaked figure suddenly appeared out of thin air. 

The man was sent flying backward, his shrill scream piercing everyone’s eardrums. He didn’t die on the spot, but one of his arms had been blasted into a mangled pulp by the high-explosive round. Wailing and rolling across the ground, he staggered toward the convoy and begged for help.

In the dense forest, no one dared to move. They instinctively held their breath.

An Ran, acting as the spotter, lowered his binoculars. “Ah, missed the mark. The wind speed was a bit off.”

Ji Jue sighed, somewhat unfamiliar with handling the heavy anti-materiel...