Chapter 1 Section 36 You can't

  The bright moonlight gazed coldly at Chen Yang crawling through the thistle bushes, a few spiders had climbed onto his hair without him noticing. The sharp stones on the ground and the chaotic, angry thorns of the grass roots were like small knives, constantly stimulating Chen Yang's body, but he seemed to be unaware, his eyes fixed firmly on the front. At this moment, everything was ignored by Chen Yang, the only thing he wanted to do now was to find that sniper, and then...

  Lin Lie's mood was beyond description, madman, this is his only description of Chen Yang. Lucioff gave up on equipment and blended into the night to make it easier for himself to act and play to his strengths, but he still carried a gun loaded with rubber bullets, while Chen Yang was thoroughly crazy, an airborne knife, that's all.

  Sniper, although the most skilled should be sniping, don't forget that a sniper's required qualities are not just about sniping, but also hiding tracks, close-range self-defense. As a sniper, unlike ordinary soldiers, they only have one chance, so they can't fail. In terms of training, for a handgun, from drawing to firing, the time requirement is within 1.5 seconds, and the data that an elite sniper can produce is absolutely not just these.

  For a sniper, the most important thing is to hit the target with the first shot. Lin Liefeng had once watched a video where a soldier drew his gun, fired and hit the target within one second. The target was an egg placed on top of a bottle 25 meters away!

  It's unclear whether the warrior in the video is a special forces soldier, but even if he were, it's unlikely that a sniper from the special forces would be any worse than him. Lin Lie looked at the helmet Chen Yang had left behind and suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion rising up inside him, making him want to shout out loud! At this moment, Lin Lie's mind was filled with images of Chen Yang appearing near the sniper, who then sprang into action, his right hand leaving a trail in the air as he fired a shot that hit Chen Yang squarely in the head...

  Quietly crouching in the grass, Ma Fu Gang had no tension at all, his eyes fixed tightly on the world in the sniper scope. Unbeknownst to him, a spider drew down a silver thread from the front of the scope and slowly fell down. Ma Fu Gang didn't move, still steadily watching the world in the scope. Not to mention just a spider, even a poisonous snake couldn't stop him.

  Far away, a helmet rose from the thistle bushes. Although only a head was exposed, Ma Fugang still sensitively captured this scene in his sniper scope. However, he laughed afterwards, and it was clear that the helmet was being controlled by someone. It was likely that someone had used their gun to lift up the helmet, trying to lure him into firing and revealing his position. As for this little trick, Ma Fugang just found it amusing. In his heart, he always believed in one phrase: "Don't throw a hawk if you don't see a rabbit!"

  At this point, the situation fell into a stalemate. Lin Lie Feng continuously used his helmet to provoke Ma Fu Gang's line of sight, while Ma Fu Gang sat steadily on the fishing platform. Neither of them expected that Chen Yang, who was crawling on the ground, would discover something although he only knew the general direction of the sniper. As time passed, he constantly adjusted his route and gradually discovered it.

  With a nervous and excited mood, Chen Yang stared tightly at the camouflage that would be easily overlooked if one was not careful. It was a clump of wormwood with a yellowish color. If it weren't for the gun barrel sticking out from the wormwood, which was less than ten centimeters long, Chen Yang wouldn't have thought that this ordinary-looking grass was actually hiding a sniper.

  Chen Yang's movements became more and more cautious, every step forward had to think of ways to minimize the sound emitted, but in fact, it was too difficult to achieve this. Chen Yang, who had circled around Ma Fu Gang's back, had just approached within ten meters of Ma Fu Gang when the sound of a dry branch underfoot startled Ma Fu Gang awake. In an instant, Chen Yang no longer cared about making a sound and suddenly rushed out.

  Ma Fu Gang suddenly understood that his disguise had failed, and with a flip of his body, Ma Fu Gang sprang up. The movement was almost an exact replica of the scene in Lin Lie Feng's mind. He slightly lifted his feet, his right hand drew a residual shadow in the air, and in the blink of an eye, he pulled out a gun from his leg.

  However, he didn't have the chance to fire, and Chen Yang, like a leopard that had just escaped from its cage, charged towards Ma Fu Gang while his black paratrooper knife flew out of his hand, carrying with it Chen Yang's rage, transforming into a dark blade that shot straight at Ma Fu Gang's face.

  Ma Fugang's instincts flashed, and the black muzzle brushed past his face. Just this flash, Ma Fugang completely lost the opportunity to fire, and Chen Yang, who was furious, had already pounced on him, grabbing the hand that held the gun with a loud "thud". Then, he twisted it forcefully. Ma Fugang's heart was shocked, if he continued to try to hold onto the gun at this moment, his hand would clearly be snapped off with a cracking sound.

  Let go, release the gun. Ma Fu Gang's arm suddenly seemed to have no bones, following Chen Yang's direction of force. Ma Fu Gang's body turned around and unexpectedly managed to wrest his arm out of Chen Yang's hands. However, he didn't even have time to feel happy before a huge force slammed into his chest. His body instantly lost control and flew out of nowhere. And just as he was in mid-air, he finally realized that the person who had attacked him was Chen Yang.

  Surprise!

  Under the silver moonlight, Chen Yang's furious face seemed like a sculpture in a museum, with two sword-like eyebrows rising up in anger, eyes spewing fire, one leg raised high, and against the silver background behind him, Ma Fugang suddenly felt an invincible feeling.

  Boom!

  Ma Fu Gang flew out for three or four meters and heavily fell to the ground, but he instantly did a backward roll, using that momentum to get up, moved his wrists around, and coldly stared at Chen Yang in front of him.

  On the desolate wilderness bathed in silver moonlight, Ma Fugang and Chen Yang stood facing each other. A gust of wind swept by, causing the rustling grass to sound like a battle horn being blown for them. Chen Yang glanced at the handgun by his feet and the sniper rifle that had fired a rubber bullet at Sun Er Hao. Under Ma Fugang's gaze, Chen Yang kicked both guns far away with his foot, then unbuttoned his collar, revealing a bronze-colored physique in the moonlight.

  Ma Fugang smiled, hand-to-hand combat, in the special forces team, there was no one who couldn't fight, and no one wasn't a master. Originally, he was still worried that Chen Yang would take advantage of his advantage to pick up the gun first, but Chen Yang was too stupid and gave up this opportunity.

  With a faint smile, Ma Fugang's hand came out and he raised his index finger, shaking it back and forth in front of Chen Yang's eyes. The meaning was simple: Kid, you're not good enough.