35: Sniper

Xu Jingzhe lay prone, having given up on observing the two fighting through the scope.

Their speed was too fast; the scope couldn't keep up.

Xia Qingli's attacks were fierce and decisive, her long legs leaving blurred afterimages in the air.

Left kick, sweeping kick, downward press, side thrust... Bo Qing struggled to parry, already having taken several kicks. His chest churned with blood and qi, but he swallowed the fresh blood that rose to his throat.

Damn it, this little girl's long legs weren't for show.

They were beautiful and deadly!

"Little Old Six, suppress them for me! This woman is too strong!" Bo Qing shouted, his palm involuntarily sweeping towards Xia Qingli's chest.

Xia Qingli's face showed disgust, and her kicks became even faster.

Xu Jingzhe tilted his head, leaning on the 8x scope, aiming.

Xia Qingli's movements were very fast, sticking close to Bo Qing, making it difficult for him to hit her with his current strength.

However, he chuckled.

A mischievous idea came to him.

This was the best method he could think of at the moment.

"Wow, Fourth Brother, this girl's waist is so slender! Magnified through the scope, I can even see the fine hairs on her belly," Xu Jingzhe said loudly.

"And those torn black stockings... her thighs are so pale, it's making me drool."

"Fourth Brother, to die beneath a peony is to be a romantic ghost!"

"Tear her black stockings!"

Xu Jingzhe's unrestrained voice reached Xia Qingli's ears, and she stumbled, almost falling to the ground!

Pervert!

All men in this world are equally vile!

Her beautiful eyes blazed with fury, her silver teeth clenched, and she unleashed all her anger on Bo Qing.

Bo Qing smirked; this kid was a talent. Just hearing him, Xia Qingli's breathing rhythm was disrupted a bit.

He endured Xia Qingli's kick just to tear her stockings further.

Several times, he even almost tore her tank top!

It was clear that Xu Jingzhe's 'perverted' actions had tied Xia Qingli's hands.

"Good! Fourth Brother, well done! Those long legs are truly captivating!"

"How's the feel? If it were in bed, wearing stockings, wouldn't it be..." Xu Jingzhe's face flushed crimson. After all, he was a virgin, inexperienced, and some words he couldn't bring himself to say.

If Cold Qing were here, her 'commentary' would absolutely rival a short essay.

"Bang!"

Xia Qingli sent Bo Qing flying five or six meters with a flying kick, then stood her ground.

Seeing the black strips hanging from her leg, she simply took off the damaged stockings.

Her long legs were dazzlingly white, but incongruous with them were several dark finger marks on her leg, which Bo Qing had intentionally left.

After taking off her black stockings, Xia Qingli took a deep breath and simply took off her denim jacket as well.

Beneath, she wore only a white tank top, a large expanse of pale skin from her neck to her chest.

Fine beads of sweat gathered, irregularly sliding down from top to bottom.

"Gulp!" Xu Jingzhe swallowed hard.

Xia Qingli under the scope was too clear; it was as if there was no distance between them, right before his eyes, within reach.

"You can look all you want, I'll gouge out your eyes later!" Xia Qingli's voice was cold, employing dirty tactics.

Want to look? Then look, but you'll die a miserable death.

With a soft snort, Xia Qingli attacked first.

"Fourth Brother, I see a bulge!"

"Fourth Brother, she's not wearing a bra!"

"Fourth Brother, most of her bottom is showing, her shorts can't cover it!"

"Fourth Brother..."

Bo Qing's face was grim; he couldn't afford to be distracted and exchange banter with Xu Jingzhe. His opponent, now without stockings and jacket, was terrifying; every blow carried immense power.

Gradually, Bo Qing's stamina gave out. He was not like Wang Ning, having only arrived in the Pollution Zone eleven years ago.

Moreover, his two mutated 'skills' were not combat skills, putting him at a great disadvantage against Xia Qingli.

A right hook to the face, a left elbow to the chest, toes on the ground, a heavy knee strike to the chin.

The series of movements flowed smoothly and cleanly.

Bo Qing's head snapped back, and he spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, his body crashing heavily to the ground. He struggled several times but couldn't get up.

"Fourth Brother!" Xu Jingzhe cried out in alarm.

Just as he was about to rush out, a graceful figure appeared beside him, stopping him.

Aim, shoot.

The bullet grazed Xia Qingli's arm, blood splattering on her white tank top like blooming plum blossoms.

This shot was different from previous ones; it could genuinely threaten her.

She hid behind a large tree, fully on guard, her eyes coldly fixed in Xu Jingzhe's direction.

One minute later.

She realized she had been tricked. Looking back at Bo Qing, he was gone... Xu Jingzhe was carried on Zhang Manyue's shoulder, holding an AWM in his left hand. Moving quickly, they reached the highest mountain nearby half an hour later.

The mountaintop offered an expansive view, with everything within a ten-mile radius visible.

"Many people are surrounding us. We must shoot them down, otherwise, we might be the ones to die," Zhang Manyue said.

"Yes... you." Xu Jingzhe felt a little embarrassed.

Last time, Zhang Manyue didn't let him go, but he still left secretly.

"Mm, here are the bullets. These are specially made AWM bullets, very high damage. Regular bullets can wound them, but usually aren't fatal."

"Thank you," Xu Jingzhe said sincerely.

"What's there to thank for? We're friends, aren't we?" Zhang Manyue's big eyes blinked, showing a touch of innocent playfulness, then she added: "But you're really handsome."

Xu Jingzhe said nothing, removing the magazine, ejecting the bullets, and loading the special bullets Zhang Manyue handed him.

He didn't know how to explain his appearance to Zhang Manyue.

The two chose their shooting positions; they weren't far apart and could cover each other.

"Have you learned anything with your new friend?" Zhang Manyue couldn't help but ask.

Xu Jingzhe, hidden behind a large rock, poked half his head out and nodded.

Zhang Manyue made an OK gesture, and her figure vanished.

Xu Jingzhe also composed himself, concentrating, his right eye pressed against the scope.

Ten minutes later, the first squad appeared in his field of vision.

Four people, moving swiftly.

Xu Jingzhe silently counted, waiting for the four to enter the range where the AWM could hit.

However, he faced a dilemma.

The 'targets' were moving. All his practice with Bo Qing during this time had been on 'stationary targets,' only requiring analysis of wind speed. Bo Qing had mentioned anticipating moving targets, but they hadn't had time to practice yet.

The first time they practiced shooting, Bo Qing actually wanted Xu Jingzhe to teach him, but he was too embarrassed to say it in front of the others, so he said he was taking Xu Jingzhe to practice shooting.

He was even mocked by Cold Qing, who said that Little Old Six was the one who created 'miracles,' not him.

Xu Jingzhe could only explain to them that he wasn't that powerful. Perhaps he had unleashed his potential when he saw the boss and Third Sister in dire straits.

The others didn't doubt it; with bodies infected by the Pollution Zone, anything was possible.

No one could clearly explore why human bodies would mutate in such a way.

The lead person's movement speed was approximately five meters per second, walking in a straight line. The scope showed the distance between them as 12,000 meters, while the modified AWM's optimal shooting distance was within 10,000 meters.

Xu Jingzhe calculated in his mind: within optimal range, there were no large obstructions.

11,500 meters, 11,000 meters, 10,000 meters... "1."

"2."

"3."

He cast aside distractions, held his breath, and pulled the red trigger.