106 Who is the Victor? (1/2)

Hopkins was startled. There was an expert in the Federation who could enter stealth within a moving distance of 30 meters? No wonder all the Leray commandos left the scene! It seemed that they had deployed a sniper who was someone they thought could defeat him.

Hopkins sneered. Bring it on! A sniper that did not enter the battlefield would remain a rookie regardless of how formidable he was. Others need not be said, but just now when he heard the sounds of footsteps from the eavesdropping equipment, it had revealed the true combat power of this supposed expert.

Fatty concealed himself within the tall grass, doing his best to conceal himself by becoming one with the grass. The simulated camouflage clothing did not have much effect at night, just that it could prevent him from being seen on infrared target lens. The enemy lurking in the dark was truly calm and collected; his action of beating the grass to scare the snake [1] did not lead to him firing. That was his most extreme limit, and if he was slower by a bit, he might not be able to evade from the snipe of the enemy.

The commandos had received the orders to retreat, as it was not necessary for there to be too many people to confront a sniper. Instead, if there were too many people, they might be a hindrance. Fatty was worried for a moment that after the commandos retreated, Hopkins would have long left. However, during that short burst of feeling he had previously, he knew the enemy did not leave and had set him down as his target.

That was a feeling which could not be explained; the danger reached an extreme stage and had even caused the hair on his body to stand with fear!

Such a sense of danger was something every outstanding sniper has to have. Using the black bear instructor’s words, regardless of how you all termed it—sixth sense, seventh sense, eighth sense, ninth sense, it was something that one had to train and develop! Even for those idiots who could not develop it, if they were fortunate enough to not die on the battlefield, then it might just appear and save their lives during the most crucial of moments!

Fatty understood that this danger sense was exactly his instincts! That black bear instructor was truly too uncultured!

When he left the cover of the forest, Fatty had clearly felt a pair of eyes closely staring at him! It was akin to a venomous snake flickering out its tongue, cold and dangerous.

Fatty’s trembling body had already returned to normal after entering the forest. The rate of his heartbeat had decreased to the degree that a sniper had to have. When the terror disappeared, he was constantly reminding himself of responsibility! Right now in his eyes, there was only the enemy! Once he found him, he would hold him back or kill him!

The vegetation of the hill behind the academy was dense; before the war erupted, the academy was formerly prepared to turn this area into a garden. Several small paths were constructed to a distance of a few kilometers, yet in the end, the project was stopped. The hill was not tall, though it covered a wide expanse of area. There was a small river and several waterfalls, where the water in them was clear and distinct. Beside the river, there were a few flat grasslands that were the favorite places for camping to the cadets in the past.

The academy was to the west of the largest hillside. South of it was Jialipalan’s urban district. North of it, though, was a continuous area of mountainous forest. This river had come from the north, flowing down to a lake to the eastbefore meandering through the mountainous forest, falling down a few precipices that became waterfalls before finally encircling the academy and flowing onwards to the south and converging into a huge river eastwards of Jialipalan’s urban district.

The enemy was moving northwards from the academy until this point. If he continued escaping even further north, trapping him would be tough.

Fatty lightly used a branch and a stone to make a marking. He had to anger this enemy of his. According to Russell’s explanation and his understanding of the situation when he was on his way here, Fatty could probably guess what this sniper was thinking. Maybe he did not have such a rich experience in battling when compared to this assassin who killed till he was numb to killing, but Fatty still felt that he had the advantage in terms of psychological state. Using psychology to snipe the enemy would sometimes be a better solution than using a bullet!

Until now, that sniper who was called Hopkins had not made as a single mistake as a result of his anger; he was too calm and collected and had remained in a distance which he could escape from anytime. Sniping down a few dozen Federation soldiers was done in a completely casual manner for him and was considered just nothing too troublesome.

And for him to anger him, there was only one way—to challenge him in the area he focused on the most, one-shot kill!

Fatty had almost wiggled himself as he retreated backwards, yet the sound from the fracture of a dried branch betrayed his position. Moving even faster than a frightened deer, Fatty had jumped up at the same time a sound was heard, grasping every single road there was in the forest to escape with his life. A soundless and nearly invisible bullet had shot at the area he was previously crawling at.

That fracture sound from the branch had been captured by his eavesdropping equipment. Hopkins had somehow targeted the area Fatty was hiding in at the next moment and pushed down on the trigger. At the moment the bullet tunneled through the grassland, Hopkins could see the signal formed from the stones and branches and his lungs had almost exploded out with anger! The message from the signal was: “F*** your mom, rookie! Stupid Weibo swine!”

If he had several seconds to react, then Hopkins would certainly tell himself to calm down and suppress his anger and that that Leray Federation hybrid was deliberately angering him.

But it was too fast. When the first shot did not hit its target, Fatty’s flashing figure appeared on the target lens once again. Hopkins could not control his emotions, and in that moment of anger, he shot for the second time.

The second bullet crossed by Fatty’s figure that was changing direction constantly and ended up hitting a big tree. This shot had also revealed the position Hopkins was hiding at!

Sure enough, Hopkins only had the time to lower his head before a bullet shot through the rock in front of him, releasing a crisp sound. Hopkins knew he could not continue to hide in this location. If his position had been ascertained by the enemy, then he could only hide himself in this location and wait for other commandos to come and capture him just like a chicken in the coop.

Helplessly, Hopkins exerted all his strength into his legs and leapt out from the mound of soil before hurriedly turning to the side. Once Fatty’s bullet pierced through a hole in the soil ahead of him, he had similarly gained enough speed to evade the attack.

A battle to their death was started in this forest. This was one of the two most terrifying situations a sniper could ever encounter. The first terrifying situation was when the sniper had his position locked down under a veneer of silence. The moment he revealed his head, he would be killed without knowing how he died. And the second was having his location locked down while moving. At this moment, none of them dared to stop, as the moment he stopped, it would spell his death!