52: Chapter 52 Sniper! Cat and Mouse Game

Staying here is just waiting for death!

The only chance of survival is to move and rush out of this area locked down by the opponent's aura!

"Follow me! Don't run in a straight line!"

Qin Feng let out a low growl, pulled Zhao Hu up, and dashed off in the opposite direction from where the dark shadow had disappeared.

The two of them ran frantically through the muddy mountainous terrain, one after the other.

With slippery mud beneath their feet and the howling wind and rain in their ears, Qin Feng pushed his Agility attribute to its absolute limit.

Every step landed on the firmest foothold, his figure moving like a ghost.

Zhao Hu followed closely behind; his stamina was top-tier, but he could only barely keep up with Qin Feng's pace.

However, the faster they ran, the stronger the sense of crisis in Qin Feng's heart grew.

Wrong!

Something is very wrong!

The opponent didn't chase them, and didn't even fire a shot.

This doesn't look like a hunter pursuing prey, but more like... herding them.

Herding them into a pre-set slaughterhouse!

A thought flashed through Qin Feng's mind like lightning.

Crack!

A thunderous bolt of lightning tore through the sky.

The high ground!

He abruptly looked up, toward the cliff shrouded in rain and mist to his front-left!

That was the best sniping spot in this entire area!

He had fallen for it!

The opponent's goal from the very beginning wasn't close-quarters combat, but to drive them into this open field,

and then, from the high ground, pick them off one by one like target practice!

"Get down!"

Qin Feng's eyes were bloodshot with rage, and he lunged toward Zhao Hu with all his might.

But it was too late.

Just as he lunged out.

"Pfft!"

A dull sound, almost completely masked by the wind and rain.

It was the distinct sound of a suppressed sniper rifle.

Out of the corner of his eye, Qin Feng clearly saw a flash of glaring red suddenly burst open on Zhao Hu's back!

The power of that paintball was astonishing!

Zhao Hu's burly body was carried forward by the massive kinetic energy, then he fell heavily into the muddy water, splashing up a cloud of filth.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream.

He was "killed in action" on the spot!

Qin Feng's heart sank heavily.

Dead!

Zhao Hu, this recruit with outstanding physical fitness, hadn't even lasted a second in front of this mysterious person.

The opponent's marksmanship, timing, and tactics were precise to a hair-raising degree!

They even anticipated that Qin Feng would give a warning, so they pulled the trigger just before that!

No time for grief, no time for anger.

Because the moment Zhao Hu fell, that icy, bone-chilling killing intent had already locked onto Qin Feng like a maggot on a bone!

The crosshairs of the sniper scope felt as if they were already imprinted between his eyebrows.

A narrow escape from death!

Only these four words remained in Qin Feng's mind.

He lay in the muddy water, not daring to move an inch.

If he made any move to lift his head, the next bullet would precisely blow his "dog head" off.

What to do?

What to do!

Run? Where to run?

There was no decent cover in this area; running out meant becoming a living target!

Wait? Wait for the opponent to come over? That would be a dead end for sure!

Rainwater slid down his cheeks, cold and bone-chilling.

He could feel that the sniper in the distance was patiently waiting.

Like the best hunter, waiting for the prey to make a mistake.

Time became meaningless in this moment.

Yet Qin Feng's brain was operating at an ultra-high frequency.

He pushed his "Danger Perception" to the limit, sensing the source of the gaze locked onto him.

Front-left, cliff, distance about eight hundred meters.

Wind speed, rainfall, trajectory...

Countless data points flashed through his mind, all ultimately pointing to one result.

A dead end!

Unless...

Unless he could break this dead end!

Qin Feng's gaze fell on the steep, muddy slope beside him that had become soft from the torrential rain.

A crazy idea sprouted in his heart.

Gamble on it!

He used all his strength to hurl the paintball gun in his hand in another direction!

"Whoosh!"

The paintball gun traced a parabola in the air.

On the distant cliff, the dark shadow's attention was indeed diverted for a fraction of a second.

In a duel between top experts, victory or defeat lies within a hair's breadth!

Now is the time!

Qin Feng didn't choose to run; instead, he flipped his body backward and used all his strength to kick the slope beside him!

"Boom!"

The already soft slope couldn't withstand the massive force and instantly collapsed!

A massive amount of mud and rocks, like a mudslide, engulfed Qin Feng's body and tumbled down toward the mountain stream below!

"Bang!"

Almost at the same time, a bullet whizzed past his scalp, striking where he had just been and kicking up a spray of mud.

That was close!

Just a hair's breadth!

Qin Feng had no time to celebrate; his body had already been swallowed by the surging mudslide, the world spinning around him as countless rocks struck his body, bringing waves of intense pain.

He endured the severe pain, protected his head, and let his body tumble along with the mudslide.

He didn't know how long it had been before he felt the ground beneath him vanish, and his whole body slammed heavily into the mountain stream.

...

Cold!

Bone-chilling cold!

The moment Qin Feng slammed into the mountain stream, he felt as if he had fallen into a giant ice cellar.

Every pore on his body contracted in an instant.

The icy stream water rushed frantically into his mouth and nose, making his lungs ache with a burning sensation.

The impact from the mudslide made his bones feel like they were falling apart.

Waves of sharp pain came from his left arm and ribs; clearly, he had sustained significant injuries while tumbling.

But he didn't dare to stop for even a second.

Survival instinct made him immediately adjust his posture in the water and paddle desperately toward the surface.

"Splash!"

He suddenly broke through the surface, gasping for air.

The torrential rain continued to pour, the rainwater keeping him barely conscious.

He looked around.

This was a narrow mountain stream, with steep rock walls on both sides, the rapid current carrying him downstream.

Temporarily safe.

That damn sniper should have lost sight of him for the moment.

But Qin Feng's heart didn't relax in the slightest.

He knew this was only temporary.

He was like a mouse that had fallen into a sewer; although he had temporarily dodged the cat's claws,

as long as he followed the sewer, sooner or later he would meet that cat again at the exit.

And this mountain stream was his sewer.

The only way.

He had to leave here as soon as possible and return to the complex terrain of the jungle.

The next second.

He struggled, wanting to swim toward the rock wall on the bank.

However, just at that moment.

"Pfft!"

A bullet whizzed past his ear by a hair's breadth, shooting into the stream and kicking up a small splash.

Qin Feng's body instantly froze.

He abruptly turned his head to look in the direction the bullet had come from.

It was that very cliff!