The wind picked up, dark clouds obscured the sun, making the sky turn gloomy. The whistling wind rustled through the trees on the mountain ridge. Luo Zheng, Lan Xue, and Mountain Eagle lined up, their sniper rifles aimed ahead. The chilling muzzles emitted an aura of death as the trio coldly aimed forward, adjusting their state, preparing to strike.
Luo Zheng calculated the distance and wind speed and whispered quietly, "Mountain Eagle, target the enemy camp's radar, Xue Er, the helicopter in the camp, I'll take out the terrorist leader confronting Arctic Bear Country. Any problems?"
