"Who gives a damn about what 'Wang Whatshisname' or 'Wang Mazi'? What we snatch is ours!" Zhong Naohai spit out a gob of saliva, "Our brothers have had enough of the tough life in the wild mountains and ridges. After this job, once we split the money, we'll all be city folks!

Just look at this facade, this decoration. Even if that Chen guy isn't inside, we can still make a clean getaway with a nice profit! And who knows, maybe we'll even snag a couple of honeys to have some fun with!"

At these words, everyone's eyes immediately lit up.

"The boss is right!"

"Let's do it!"

"I-I-I-I want that too!"

In the wilderness between city-states, who wouldn't want to make a big score and then go somewhere no one knows you to live the life of a rich man?

"Then it's settled!" Zhong Naohai picked up the gun resting beside him, pulled the bolt back, "Let's go, let's pull off a big one!"

Amid the cheers, the engines of the convoy started up, belching out thick smoke again.

But just as he sat down in the passenger seat, Zhong Naohai felt a vibration in his chest, his phone buzzing to life. Annoyed, he hung up, but the screen lit up again.

It wasn't until he answered, ready to curse someone out, that he heard the melodic sound of a piano and an electronic voice that seemed prerecorded:

"Dear visitor, we regret to inform you that due to maintenance, we have to temporarily suspend our services. For your safety, please return immediately——"

"Return my ass!"

Zhong Naohai was furious. Just as he hung up the phone, he heard a huge boom from the front.

Roar.

Thick smoke billowed, and Fierce Flame erupted.

From the armored SUV at the very front of the convoy...

The moment it crossed the boundary marker, the bulletproof vehicle suddenly had a gaping hole appear in it, blasting through the driver's seat, spraying a swath of crimson, piercing through the body of the vehicle and finally into the fuel tank, detonating instantly.

The speeding SUV came to an abrupt halt, consumed by the rolling Fierce Flame, thick smoke swirling upwards, forcing the entire convoy to a stop.

Only then did the thunderous explosion from the villa in the distance slowly spread.

The formation of the convoy was in total disarray, all vehicles instinctively reversing, moving backwards, hiding in the shadows of trees.

"Fuck, there's a sniper!"

Zhong Naohai's pupils shrank, his back drenched in sweat in an instant.

Lucky for him he had been slow to get moving because of a pee break, otherwise he'd probably be a goner by now.

After the initial panic, he was immediately engulfed in rage: "You think you're the only ones with long guns? I've got one too! Wang Mazi, Wang Mazi come out, snipe that bastard for me!"

Under the urging of the walkie-talkie, in the following vehicle, a man thin as a monkey shouldered a gun, climbing onto the roof. Shielded by the shade of the trees, he carefully extended a section of the rifle barrel.

Then, the thunderous gunfire erupted!

Unexpectedly, a burst of crimson splattered from the roof, slowly winding down the window, making the silent faces behind it paler.

"B-B-Boss..."

The stuttering driver felt that he had never spoken so fluently in his life, almost crying out: "Wang Mazi's gone!"

Zhong Naohai said nothing, his phone trembling again, the screen lighting up, followed by a second ringtone, a third ringtone. In this deadly silence, everyone's phone in the convoy began to ring simultaneously, the jarring tones like ghostly wails, so chaotic.

So much so that no one dared to answer in their terror.

Until the call, as if from Hell itself, answered automatically, and through the speaker, the music played: "Dear visitor, we regret to inform you that due to maintenance..."

"Maintain your ass!"

Zhong Naohai's face turned livid, he yelled at the phone, "Playing ghosts and tricks in front of me?"

The guy used to making a living by plundering the wilderness may not have much going for him, but his profanity flows like a river, an endless torrent... but amidst the angry cursing, his hand discreetly made a sign.

In the vehicle behind, a figure quietly disappeared.

As if through Invisibility, the figure's camouflaged colors shifted, changing continuously with the surroundings. The figure darted through the dense forest like a lizard, using hands and feet without disturbing any birds or underbrush.

Gliding along the side, using the cover of grass and rocks, he was suddenly on the move toward where the sniper was located without any warning.

However, mid-crawl, his movement suddenly paused for a moment, looking bewildered at his side, reaching out, parting the underbrush to reveal... an infrared camera?!

Boom!

With a thunderous declaration of death.

In the air, suddenly a blood-drenched figure materialized, flung outwards, a piercing scream assaulting everyone's eardrums. He didn't die on the spot, but one hand had been instantly blown into a mushy mess by a high-explosive bullet.

Wailing, he rolled on the ground, staggering towards the direction of the convoy.

Seeking help.

But in the dense forest, not a soul dared move.

Even subconsciously holding their breath.

"Ah, I missed."

The spotter, Xiao An, put down the binoculars.

"The wind speed was slightly off."

Ji Jue sighed, feeling a bit rusty as he handled the heavy anti-material sniper rifle, and began to appreciate the merits of the Thunderbolt Lever Rifle.

The spiritual residue left by a lifetime of precision shooting, once animated by Mechanical Descent, was much more responsive than this weapon, recently out of the factory.

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