Upon hearing the King of Hell's words, Lei Zhan, who had been sprinting, suddenly stiffened, nearly falling.
The King of Hell, a genius sniper with extensive combat experience and a champion sniper of the war zone, had been eliminated in an instant.
He had just returned from overseas training, his skills should have improved. He was the best sniper in the Thunder Strike team, arguably the best in the entire Southeast Military Region.
Yet, such a top-tier sniper, even with precautions, was taken down. What did this imply?
Had the King of Hell lost his mind or been kicked by a donkey?
Damn it, what kind of assault team were they facing?
Lei Zhan, hidden behind a large tree, angrily shouted to his spotter, Yuan Bao, "Do you know who they are?"
They had eliminated two of his most capable men, Old Fox and the King of Hell, in a single engagement. This had never happened before.
Who exactly were these opponents?
The Thunder Strike team had never been defeated so swiftly.
Yuan Bao lowered his voice, "Thunder God, they should be from the Southeast Military Region. Their arm patch is 'Dawn's First Light,' but I've never seen it. When did our military region get such an assault team?"
Yuan Bao had noticed the arm patch earlier. The faint glow of dawn was too conspicuous to forget.
"Dawn's First Light?"
Lei Zhan paused, then immediately reacted. He pulled out his individual communication device and accessed the team query function. After a few taps, a description of the arm patch with the dawn's first light appeared.
"Dark Night Assault Team?"
Seeing the name, Lei Zhan froze. The opposing assault team was none other than the newly formed Dark Night team from Wolf Fang.
Yuan Bao and the others, hearing Lei Zhan's words, instantly understood this was a newly formed team and immediately grumbled.
"When did our military region establish the Dark Night Assault Team?"
"Hell! We were taken down by a newly formed team?"
"No way? Has our combat effectiveness declined?"
"Took down a sniper and an assault leader in one go. Is this that overpowered?"
"Who is the captain of this assault team?"
"..."
Yuan Bao, Little Bee, the King of Hell, and the others were stunned.
If their opponents had been a top-tier ace assault team from another military region, their defeat might have been understandable. But they were outmaneuvered by a team of rookies.
Shameful!
Utterly shameful.
The Thunder Strike team's reputation was in tatters.
Lei Zhan's mouth twitched uncontrollably. As their captain, he felt more humiliated than ever before, more so than when he was eliminated by other military regions.
At this moment, Yuan Bao looked at the fallen Old Fox and called out to Lei Zhan, "Thunder God, what should I do now? I can't move. If I move, I'll be locked on."
Yuan Bao felt like he was being eyed by a venomous snake; any movement would be fatal.
Lei Zhan tried to calm himself. It wasn't the worst yet.
"Yuan Bao, listen. Stay calm, observe your surroundings, keep track of their movements, and wait for me to get the King of Hell's sniper rifle."
"Understood!" Yuan Bao responded quickly.
Lei Zhan then rapidly moved, stealthily approaching the King of Hell's position.
The fallen King of Hell, with a wry smile, saw Lei Zhan approaching and desperately wanted to jump up. Although he had grumbled earlier, according to the rules, he was dead and could not provide any information to his team.
He knew the opponent could perform a "jump snipe." What was the use of lying on the ground?
Thunder God, please don't come over! Go back! Don't come to your death!
The King of Hell was on the verge of tears, but he couldn't tell Lei Zhan. He could only watch anxiously.
It's over. It's over. If Lei Zhan is also taken down, will the Thunder Strike team still have any face?
No more!
Yuan Bao turned his head and saw the King of Hell's anxious expression. He immediately understood. Gritting his teeth, he crawled along the ground towards the King of Hell's vicinity.
Yuan Bao successfully grabbed the King of Hell's sniper rifle and threw it forcefully in the direction Lei Zhan was approaching.
His movements were extremely concealed, using the surrounding bushes, dense grass, and rocks for cover. Moreover, this series of actions was completed while prone, with his head barely exposed a few times.
However, despite their stealth, their small maneuver was discovered.
*Swish!*
A slight vibrating sound.
The fallen Old Fox and the King of Hell, hearing the sound, quickly turned their heads to the source of the noise. They saw a nimble figure leap up, a massive sniper rifle appearing in mid-air, and directly locking onto their position.
The scene was incredibly unexpected, providing a strong visual impact, yet also feeling surreal.
It was another "jump snipe" from a shooting game. That aside, the sniper rifle was unusually large and long.
*Bang!*
A muffled sniper shot echoed again. Yuan Bao, who had been lying prone on the ground, suddenly had a puff of white smoke erupt from his back, signaling his elimination.
At this moment, the spotter, Yuan Bao, was taken down.
"I'll be damned..."
The King of Hell's eyes widened. Watching the instantly disappearing figure, he instinctively growled, "That's a Type 10 anti-materiel heavy sniper rifle..."
The King of Hell knew the opponent could jump snipe and was very accurate, but he hadn't expected someone to bring out a Type 10 anti-materiel sniper rifle during the exercise.
After all, it was a behemoth, large, long, and heavy!
Moving with such a weapon was extremely inconvenient, consuming immense physical strength and easily revealing one's position. Therefore, this type of sniper rifle was suitable for static sniping, not for long-range combat.
Yet, here someone was not only carrying it but using it terrifyingly.
It was a jump snipe!
The King of Hell, with over twenty years of firearms experience, had never seen anyone perform a jump snipe with a Type 10, let alone twice. The first time eliminating him, and the second time eliminating Yuan Bao!
Could this be attributed to luck?
If the first instance could be considered luck, then the second instance hitting with the same method was definitely not mere luck.
Moreover, the opponent was using a Type 10 anti-materiel heavy sniper rifle. This behemoth weighed 26 pounds. Despite such weight, they leaped up to shoot, maintaining body stability, and in less than a second, precisely hit the target!
What level of control was required for this?
If a normal sniper rifle had less than a ten percent chance of hitting a target during a jump snipe, then using a Type 10 under the same circumstances would result in a hit probability close to zero!
The King of Hell felt like he was going insane.
Such sniping ability far surpassed his own by eighteen streets, completely shattering his worldview.
After all, the King of Hell was known as the number one genius sniper in the Southeast Military Region, with countless achievements, forging a formidable reputation with his sniper rifle.
He believed that before his retirement, no one could match him.
Instead, today, he was proven utterly wrong.