178: Chapter 178 Cook! You bastard, you deadbeat!

The sniper nearby heard the commotion, turned his head to look, and was scared out of his wits.

The enemy who should have been hundreds of meters away was now standing right behind his companion, a cold smile on his face.

"Bang!"

The sniper instinctively raised his gun to fire.

But Qin Feng's speed was faster than his neural reactions.

He kicked the sniper rifle, and the gun body fell apart immediately.

The bullet missed.

Taking advantage of the opponent's panic, he lunged forward like an arrow released from a bow.

That sniper was also a tough character; he pulled out his military knife and met the attack head-on.

"Clang! Clatter!"

The two daggers created a series of sparks within the confined space.

The Yang Country sniper's combat skills were quite superb, with every move being lethal.

Unfortunately, he had encountered Qin Feng.

A monster who possessed the memories of a Soldier King from his past life and whose body had been enhanced by the system.

In just three rounds.

Qin Feng slashed the opponent's carotid artery.

"Urgh..."

The sniper clutched his neck, looked at Qin Feng in disbelief, swayed, and collapsed heavily.

Fresh blood stained the ground red.

...

"Eagles Nest."

When gunshots rang out from the "Poison Fang" position and then fell into dead silence, Yaro's heart sank to rock bottom.

It was over.

"Poison Fang" was finished too.

In less than ten minutes, two sniper teams composed of elites had been silently wiped out.

The opponent was only one person.

A fine layer of cold sweat seeped out on Yaro's back.

This wasn't an ambush; this was a one-sided slaughter.

And now, it was her turn.

She felt no fear, but rather a morbid excitement.

As a top-tier sniper, she longed to duel with the strong.

This mysterious Long Country soldier was undoubtedly the strongest opponent she had ever encountered.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

She began to quickly analyze the current situation.

The enemy had cleared away all her wings; now, this vast mountain forest had become a hunting ground for the two of them.

The enemy's utilization of the terrain and grasp of combat opportunities were textbook level.

The most terrifying thing was that, until now, she hadn't even seen the shadow of the enemy.

This meant the opponent's anti-reconnaissance capabilities and stealth skills had reached an unimaginable level.

Playing hide-and-seek with this kind of opponent was purely asking for death.

The only way was to force him out!

Yaro's gaze became resolute.

She no longer hid herself, but deliberately exposed a tiny flaw, letting her rifle scope catch a slight glint of sunlight.

This was a fatal mistake, and also a... fatal bait.

She was gambling.

Gambling that the opponent would seize this opportunity to fire at her.

As long as he fired, she would be able to instantly lock onto his position based on the trajectory and gunshot.

Then, it would be time for her counterattack!

Time passed minute by minute.

The mountain forest was terrifyingly quiet.

Yaro felt her heartbeat slowing down infinitely; all her focus was concentrated on the scope.

However, the expected gunshot did not ring out.

That mysterious opponent seemed to have evaporated into thin air.

What was going on?

Had he not noticed?

Impossible!

With the professional competence he had displayed, he would absolutely not miss such an opportunity.

Unless...

A more terrifying thought rose in Yaro's mind.

Unless he never intended to duel with her using a sniper rifle in the first place!

Yaro's pupils constricted violently.

She suddenly realized she had made a fatal mistake.

She had confined her thinking within the framework of a "sniper duel."

But the opponent, from the very beginning, had no intention of playing this kind of "knightly game" with her.

He was a hunter, a pure hunter born for slaughter!

"Not good!"

Alarm bells rang in Yaro's heart; she sprang up from the ground, intending to change positions.

But it was already too late.

"Hi, beauty, looking for me?"

A mocking voice, like a ghost, rang out from less than three meters behind her.

Every hair on Yaro's body stood on end instantly!

Without thinking, she turned around and delivered a spinning kick, using the sniper rifle in her hand as a club, sweeping it fiercely.

However, she swept at nothing.

Qin Feng cleverly dodged and instantly appeared at her side.

Even wearing that smile that made people grit their teeth in hatred.

"Nice reaction, but unfortunately, a bit slow."

Before the words faded, Qin Feng struck a precise hand-blade blow to the back of Yaro's neck.

Yaro's vision went black, her body went limp, and she lost consciousness.

In the last second before she passed out, she had only one thought in her mind.

This guy... how on earth did he sneak up behind me without a sound?

This is completely unscientific!

Qin Feng hoisted the unconscious Yaro up, just like carrying a sack of rice, and tossed her onto his shoulder with ease.

He hefted her slightly and curled his lip.

"She's got some substance, huh."

He whistled and swaggered toward the direction where Lanna was hiding.

As for the equipment at the two sniper positions, Ghost had already silently packed and retrieved it after the battle ended.

When Qin Feng appeared before Lanna, carrying a Short-haired Woman wearing a Yang Country military uniform.

Lanna was completely dumbfounded.

She opened her mouth wide, looked at Qin Feng, then at the unconscious woman on his shoulder, unable to say a word for a long time.

"You... you... didn't you go to kill people? How... how did you bring one back?"

"Oh, this one?" Qin Feng tossed Yaro onto the ground casually and clapped his hands.

"Mission requirement, caught a tongue. Besides, this journey of ours is quite boring; having an extra companion isn't that bad, right?"

Lanna: "..."

Looking at the well-built and heroic female officer on the ground, and then at herself, covered in dirt and looking like a refugee, an inexplicable sense of crisis welled up within her.

This bastard, could it be that... he's taken a fancy to this female prisoner?!!

"How do you plan to deal with her?"

Lanna squatted down and poked the unconscious Yaro, her tone carrying an inexplicable sourness.

"Deal with her how?" Qin Feng was busy counting the spoils of war and replied without looking up,

"She's the same as you now, also a prisoner, and counts as my private property."

He sorted the scavenged ammunition and high-energy military rations, then fished out an exquisite tactical terminal from Yaro's body.

This thing was a good item.

Perhaps he could dig out some internal intelligence about the Yang Country military from it.

"Having me isn't enough for you, you want others too?"

Lanna was a bit angry, clearly projecting herself into another role.

Qin Feng was stunned and asked curiously: "Of course it's not enough; who would complain about having too much private property?"

"Chef, you bastard, you dead scumbag!"

Lanna looked at Qin Feng's money-grubbing appearance, and felt even more uncomfortable.

She admitted that this female prisoner of war indeed had some beauty.

It was a kind of beauty full of wildness, strength, and heroic spirit.

Completely the opposite extreme from a weak engineer like her.

Don't all men like this kind of exciting type?