Perhaps a little nervous? The sniper thought to himself, aiming his state-of-the-art optical scope at Ling Yun's head, about to pull the trigger. Suddenly, his expression froze. The boy in the frame raised his arm again, pulling the trigger first at the opposite angle. The sniper could even clearly see the fleeting spark at the dark muzzle of the gun.
What astonished the sniper was not Ling Yun's marksmanship and speed, but the pistol in the boy's hand. He was familiar with almost all the individual weapons in the world and could immediately tell that Ling Yun was holding a Glock 18C.
Unless it's an improved version, the Glock 18C is unlikely to fire at a distance of 500 meters. Although its magazine capacity is huge, holding forty rounds, this large magazine also carries a similar side effect: at sufficient distances, the Glock 18C struggles to exert its effective power. This doesn't mean the Glock 18C bullets can't even reach 500 meters, but rather that after about 100 meters of air friction, the bullet's trajectory begins to change. By 500 meters, the bullet's trajectory is completely unpredictable. Even when aimed at a target 500 meters away with a laser, there's a 99% chance the bullet will drift into some unknown corner.
Didn't he know that? Only a fool or someone ignorant would be unaware of the Glock 18C's insufficient long-range firepower. Excessive surprise prevented the sniper from immediately pulling the trigger, or perhaps it was due to overconfidence that even if he had stood in the most conspicuous position on the stands, Ling Yun wouldn't have been able to hit him. Besides, the sniper's position was hidden in a dark corner, with only a two-centimeter-caliber black muzzle visible.
The sniper then felt a violent vibration coming from the muzzle of his beloved Barrett, which he had improved countless times over the years. He could no longer hear anything; the enormous sonic boom had an overwhelming advantage in an instant, suppressing the sound of all the AK47s fired by all the soldiers, which were known as the noisiest weapon in the world.
A long, rapidly advancing air wave appeared in the air, like a thunderclap, making everyone's ears ring and their faces show disbelief. The sound of a pistol firing was several times louder than the S89E American military super tank shell, as if a loudspeaker that could amplify the sound dozens of times was placed in front of Ling Yun's gun muzzle.
All the soldiers stopped firing in an instant. They couldn't see anything, but that didn't stop them from hearing the earth-shattering gunfire. It was indeed gunfire, but it was even more ferocious and explosive than artillery fire.
The long Barrett barrel glowed red-hot, like molten iron, before splitting into countless tiny iron filings that disintegrated in the air. A bullet, now a stream of fire, hurtled through the chamber, destroying the entire gun's structure and completely disintegrating it before plunging into the already paralyzed sniper's chest, instantly creating a bowl-sized hole before exiting through the sniper's back.
A stream of fire, as thick as a finger, pierced through the sniper's back and struck the steel wall made of the highest grade concrete with a thud. After a series of hissing sounds, it drilled a hole as thick as a finger but unfathomably deep before reluctantly halting its spiraling advance. The bullet had completely melted into a pool of molten iron, remaining at the deepest part of the small hole, which was more than ten meters deep.
Chapter 140 The Remer Family
The sniper, hidden in the darkness, glanced at the bloody hole in the boy's chest, his face filled with a bewildered expression. He couldn't believe that a Glock 18C bullet could possess such terrifying power; it was as if the ordinary boy was holding not a pistol, but a high-tech weapon left behind on Earth by aliens.
Seeing the sniper fall backward, the general and the foreign leader exchanged a stunned glance, their faces showing disbelief. The foreigner, in particular, gaped, his mouth agape in astonishment. This sniper had served his organization for many years, his marksmanship unparalleled. He had repeatedly taken down countless powerful figures at long range without fail, making him the foreign leader's most trusted and reliable subordinate. But today, despite having a clear advantage, he had been unexpectedly killed by a seemingly harmless teenager with a single shot, and with a Glock 18C, a weapon whose bullets would fail at long range. It sounded like a joke, yet it had actually happened before their eyes.
For a moment, both the general and the foreign leader became anxious. Initially, they were confident that with so many soldiers lying in ambush, even if the invaders outnumbered them, they would all be killed in the hail of bullets. However, they never expected that not only would more than one of the invaders escape, but they would also be able to fight back under the almost blind-spot fire of submachine guns and even take down one of their own powerful snipers.
The middle-aged general clenched his fists, his heart filled with both anger and anxiety. He was angry because no one had dared to be so bold under his nose for a long time. His long-standing authority as a superior meant that almost no one dared to disobey him, let alone rebel. He was anxious because if his dealings with these European arms smugglers were discovered by outsiders, even the slightest leak would mean the immediate loss of his position in the army, and possibly even his life. Countless political enemies were eyeing his position. This was a war without bloodshed or gunpowder, but far more brutal.
The general's fists clenched so tightly they cracked. He had to kill those three who had escaped no matter what, especially the boy whose face he couldn't see. His superhuman skills added endless gloom and extreme unease to the general's heart.
“They can’t escape, that iron gate is welded shut…” A mid-level officer with two bars and two stars on his shoulder had just blurted out when he immediately shut his mouth in astonishment.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ling Yun emerged from behind the stone wall and kicked the iron door. The iron door, which was completely welded shut with iron bars as thick as an arm, shook violently several times like a rotten wooden board. After a burst of brilliant sparks from the welded joints of the door frame, the entire iron door crashed heavily to the ground.
Ling Yun took the lead and plunged into the passage that opened the barrier. Old Liao and the young woman, who were worrying about how to escape, were overjoyed to see Ling Yun display such power. In their haste, they didn't have time to think about how Ling Yun had done it and quickly followed him inside. All three figures moved with incredible speed, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"Is he even human?" the officer asked incredulously.
An awkward silence ensued. Everyone remained silent, unable to answer the officer's question. In fact, everyone, including the general, had the same question swirling in their minds.
"Where does that pipe connect to?" The general's facial muscles twitched slightly. These guys seemed quite troublesome. He gently raised his hand and made a gesture. Upon seeing this, another officer behind him immediately saluted and stepped down. Having served the general for a long time, these officers could understand his meaning even with just a glance or a simple gesture.
“I’m not sure. The underground caverns here are numerous and interconnected. Many of them connect to air-raid shelters dug before the founding of the People’s Republic of China. Some of these tunnels are very long and may extend all the way to the outskirts of the city,” another officer replied.
"Can it be connected to the surface?" That was the question the general was concerned about.
"I don't know, General," the subordinate replied quickly and loudly.
"Order everyone to immediately prepare for battle, enter the pipes, catch those three people, and kill them without mercy." The cold and powerful words came from the general's mouth with unwavering resolve.
"Yes, sir!" A row of officers immediately saluted and shouted in response.
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"General, the rocket launcher is ready. The distance ahead is about 800 meters, a suitable distance. It can automatically track based on body heat." The officer who had disappeared earlier returned at some point and reported loudly to the general.
"Launch!" the general said calmly.
With a whoosh, a silver-white rocket, traveling at visible speed, shot out from the launcher on the shoulder of a crouching soldier, tracing a graceful arc through the air before plunging into the dark pipe.
The soldiers quickly and methodically threw down the turntable, and several squad leaders gave loud commands before they ran toward the pipeline in unison.
The general, along with several officers and a foreign leader, slowly descended the stairs of the platform. The foreign leader, speaking in heavily accented English, said, "General, it's truly unacceptable that something like this happened. Fortunately, our transaction was completed smoothly. The rest is up to you. After all, we're not very familiar with things in China, and we've been cooperating for a long time. I don't want to lose a long-term partner because of a leak."
The general glanced at him as he walked, his indifferent face revealing no emotion whatsoever: "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Smith. I will handle this matter as soon as possible. It will not affect our cooperation, and no news will leak out. Please rest assured, Mr. Smith, and also please rest assured, the Remer family behind you."
Smith seemed taken aback: "General, how did you know that the real boss behind me is the Remer family?"
"Hehe..." The general smiled gently. "Would you cooperate with someone whose background you don't know? I wouldn't. But please rest assured, I have no intention of secretly investigating you. I just want to know what position my partner holds in the European underworld. The Remer family is an ancient family that has been passed down from the Middle Ages to the present day. They are very powerful in terms of both strength and wealth, so I am naturally at ease."
“Oh…” Cold sweat broke out on Smith’s forehead. He wondered how much this unfathomable Chinese general knew about him. Judging from the tone of his words, the Chinese general seemed to know some inside information about the Remer family. Even Smith, as the front man, only knew some of the family’s basic details.
It is said that the family harbors powers that humanity cannot yet comprehend. Unlike modern technology and military strength, these powers resemble mysterious entities from mythology. However, in today's world of rapid technological advancement, these powers remain a closely guarded secret, controlled only by the family's highest elite. Although Smith already holds a high position, within the Remer family, he is merely an insignificant peripheral figure, not even within the inner circle of power, let alone the core of Remer's interests.
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Old Liao and the young woman were running with all their might, but they still couldn't keep up with the boy's back. It seemed that Ling Yun wasn't running with much effort, but rather walking briskly. Even so, Old Liao and the young woman still couldn't catch up. They both felt a burning sensation from their lungs to their trachea. This was because the rapid air exchange caused the capillaries in their lungs to become congested. If they continued running like this, it wouldn't be long before they both vomited blood.
Even vomiting blood is better than dying. Seeing Ling Yun's figure, for some reason, the two of them felt a hope of escaping, as if this young man had the superhuman power of a savior who could save the two little lost lambs whose souls had fallen.
Suddenly, Ling Yun stopped in his tracks. Caught off guard, the young woman nearly bumped into Ling Yun's waist. After a hard-fought stop, she stood with her hands on her hips, panting, and asked, "What happened? Why did you stop?"
Ling Yun listened intently, then his expression turned serious. Suddenly, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger. A muffled thud followed, and then another deafening gunshot echoed throughout the passage, creating countless reverberations. A bullet, like a fiery snake, shot out from the muzzle and vanished in the blink of an eye, then flew through the passage, which had a curved shape of several degrees.
Old Liao's eyes nearly popped out of his head. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that someone could fire a bullet with an arc trajectory—a skill only legendary masters of marksmanship possessed. Did this mean that Ling Yun's shooting skills had reached that legendary level? And Ling Yun looked to be just a boy not even twenty years old.
A brief moment later, a violent explosion came from hundreds of meters behind the three of them, followed by the sound of countless bricks and stones falling. Instantly, the entire passage shook violently, and the arched gray cement concrete wall above the three of them also shed dust. After a tremor, the ground returned to calm. Apart from Ling Yun, Lao Liao and the young girl almost lost their balance and fell on the dim ground.
After the calm subsided, the passageway, which had previously held a sliver of light, became utterly dark—a darkness so profound that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. It was completely different from the darkness of normal nighttime, where one could still vaguely see.
"What happened?" The young woman clutched her battered shoulders. Even with her exceptional courage and battle experience, being suddenly in the dark still made her feel a sense of fear due to her inherent feminine fragility. She instinctively reached for Lao Liao's shoulder. Lao Liao grabbed her arm and patted her shoulder reassuringly, offering her a sense of comfort, though his own panic was no less than hers.
Chapter 141 Old Liao's Touching Moment
"That army just fired homing rockets at us, but I blasted them apart with a single shot. The explosion knocked down rocks from above the pipe, blocking that spot." Ling Yun's indifferent voice came from the darkness. Unlike ordinary night vision, his eyes didn't automatically capture large amounts of light in the dark. That kind of night vision is still a normal form of vision that utilizes light, just to a different degree. Ling Yun's ability, however, allowed him to truly see anything in complete darkness.
In the darkness, Lao Liao couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had blasted away an auto-homing rocket with a single shot? And it was a Glock 18C, which wasn't known for its firepower? And it was fired inside a curved passage, not in a straight line?
Putting aside how Ling Yun blasted away the rocket, Lao Liao remembered that the boy never looked back while running, and in their panic, it was impossible for them to notice. So how did he discover the rocket? Could this boy not be human? A chill suddenly ran through Lao Liao's heart, as if the boy opposite him would turn into a bloodthirsty monster in the blink of an eye.