Chapter Thirteen: Bloody Assassination

  The next day.

  "In the next month, you have a special task. This task is very easy and simple. You all know that China has a large population, so there are many death row prisoners. My armed police comrades alone can no longer complete the task of executing the death penalty well. So, you will take your own chosen weapons to help my armed police comrades, on the one hand to punish evil and promote good, and on the other hand to experience the feeling of killing, witness the scene of blood splashing everywhere, so that you won't faint in the future battlefield."

  Zhao Zilong smiled warmly: "The bullets used for execution are specially made, don't worry about using them."

  Zhang Hang and the others gazed at Zhao Zilong's smile, and a chill ran through their bodies involuntarily. It wasn't that they were afraid of killing people, since they were death row prisoners, they must have committed heinous crimes, deserving of death, and couldn't be considered human.

  His smile was somewhat awkward and made people feel uncomfortable, just like watching someone step on dog poop.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, on the first day of returning from the task, all the participants cursed Zhao instructor as a turtle son of a bitch in bed at night.

  The execution by shooting is to cover the head of the prisoner with a hood, kneel on the ground with his back to himself. The executor raises the gun half a meter behind him and aims at the prisoner's head, then fires a shot. Until that moment, I finally understood the true meaning of the instructor's smiling face: one shot down, the special bullet can blow up almost half of the prisoner's brain, instantly splashing white brains with bright red blood everywhere, with some sticky things in between.

  Enough to make someone lose their appetite for three days!

  The dinner in the evening only had a small portion of beef, chicken and fish, and even had white pig brain, which must be eaten.

  After eating and vomiting, vomiting and eating, wasting a lot of food, I can finally end the most unforgettable dinner in my life!

  "Damn it! Boss, today's pig brain dish is really not bad, I don't know whose stupid idea it was to add soy sauce. You don't know, the dead prisoner I dealt with today, his brains not only splattered all over me, but the small part of his brain that remained in his skull, along with the crimson blood, kept twitching slightly." Chu Lin's face was full of disgust.

  "Damn! What was that? The custom 14.5mm bullet Zhao Zilong gave me, the one I used to blast that head with my South African anti-materiel rifle... you wouldn't even recognize it now. All you can see is bright red blood spraying out of that small piece of skull still hanging from his neck." He Lian Guang shook his head: "No wonder most snipers in the world like to go for a headshot, the scene is absolutely stunning, absolutely bloody!"

  "Cut! Do you think I'm easy to deal with? The bullets Zhao Zilong gave me had all been processed, with a cross-shaped mark on the tip. So his head was like a watermelon with explosives embedded inside, and with a loud 'bang', this watermelon burst from the inside out, like a dazzling firework, exploding before my eyes. It wasn't until my eyelids were stained with a crimson color that I realized the fireworks had finished burning."

  ……

  More than 20 days later, Zhang Hang and his team could eat those bloody and pale foods with a straight face while discussing the scenes of their recent mission with relish.

  What made Zhang Hang unbearable was that Ouyang Qiushui uniformly rejected his kisses during this period, and even after presenting the palm thunder pistol specially prepared for her, he still didn't get through.

  After a month, Zhao Zilong saw their naturally joyful expressions and finally smiled loudly: "Great! You've worked hard for this month. From tomorrow on, you can start the confrontational training courses."

  This time, everyone felt that the instructor's smile was more sincere!

  "Damn it, this is no way to play! The captain's like this and we're still supposed to fight back? Three thousand meters super long-range sniper shot, treating us as live targets one bullet at a time, but we can't even touch his shadow! This battle is unwinnable!

  A teammate threw away the helmet that was still smoking and shouted: "Zhang Hang, if you have the guts, throw away that bird gun of yours and let's have a real fight with real knives!"

  Zhao Zilong watched the closed-circuit television, his face a mixture of laughter and tears. Zhang Heng was too abnormal, always firing guns three thousand meters away from the enemy, letting people die before they even saw what the enemy looked like, how could this be endured?!

  "Zhang Hang, you son of a bitch, don't be a turtle and hide your head, come out and face me. If you're afraid, get the hell out of here, I don't want to see your face around me again!

  Zhao Zilong cursed at Zhang Hang through the intercom, then suddenly changed his tone and shouted: "You guys are really something, knowing he's a freak but still openly recruiting him on the streets. Don't you know how to use natural cover to advance stealthily? I've wasted my time teaching you!"

  "Captain, I'm not afraid of trouble. Mainly, I want to try out the actual combat effect of this thing in my hand, and it looks pretty good." Zhang Hang patted the sniper rifle in his hand, then said: "Come on! You think I'm still afraid of you? Come on, brothers, let's take them down and make them surrender willingly!"

  Zhang Hang quickly made standard battlefield evasive maneuvers, and after advancing 1,500 meters using various natural cover, he finally closed in on the enemy for close combat.

  With a loud "bang", as both sides dodged at high speed, Zhang Hang's arm drew a beautiful arc in the air, and after a 0.2-second pause, the gun in his hand fired 0.8 seconds faster than his opponent's, and a burst of white smoke suddenly erupted from his opponent's helmet.

  A showdown between masters on the battlefield, a 1-second time difference is enough to decide life and death.

  Bang, bang, bang......

  The bullets behind him were chasing Zhang Hang like crazy, until he successfully hid in the bunker and was still roaring outside, refusing to give up.

  Taking advantage of the enemy's brief moment to reload, Zhang Hang suddenly exerted force with his legs and sprang out like a cheetah, instantly covering five meters. In this process, his arm and gun moved as one, and another "enemy" was taken down by him!

  Zhang Hang, however, disappeared into a ditch before the bullet with a fierce flame of revenge could reach him.

  Watching him make a series of quick and standard evasive maneuvers, in less than ten seconds, he even killed one of his own comrades, He Lian Guang waved his hand to let the rest of the team members pursue, while he quietly lay on the ground, using a sniper rifle to find Zhang Hang's figure.

  As soon as Zhang Hang reappeared, he had a 70% chance of "taking him down".

  This group match has reached its final stage.

  More than 200 people were divided into ten groups, each with the first-place winner serving as the temporary team leader on the field. In the previous confrontation, Zhang Hang's small team defeated the other nine teams and took first place. Now it is every small team against the other nine teams at the same time, whoever lasts the longest wins.

  The six teams in front were all cleared within two hours, but Zhang Hang's team has held on for half a day and doesn't seem to be showing any signs of collapse. Everyone is straining with effort, eager to take down Zhang Hang immediately, but unfortunately, Zhang Hang is more agile than a rabbit, faster than a monkey, more cunning than a fox, and his marksmanship is more accurate than a computer. Although everyone studied the same subjects, when it comes to actual application, they really can't compare to him.

  So Zhang Hang still holds his unique sniper rifle and continues to eliminate his own living forces.

  They knew that only by eliminating Zhang Hang first could they annihilate his squad in one fell swoop. So they suffered casualties and bit tightly onto Zhang Hang, as long as their three snipers found an opportunity, it would be enough.

  At the same time, Simen Ding's Huo Shen Pao was also closely pursuing Zhang Hang's figure, and as long as he made a slight mistake, the Huo Shen Pao would leave a batch of bullet holes on his body.

  Bang, bang! Two shots rang out, and Zhang Hang successfully dodged the two snipers' bullets, just as he was about to jump into a natural shelter.

  No way, this is so familiar!

  He suddenly remembered that he had buried a landmine here. In the flash of the flint, Zhang Hang could only use the gun tip to probe, while his body borrowed force to quickly dodge to one side.

  Damn it! It's all because of Ximen Ding's Fire God Cannon!

  With a loud "boom", Zhang Hang successfully avoided his own hidden thunderbolt.

  Before he could even secretly congratulate himself, the 14.5mm South African anti-material rifle's unique roar sounded again, "Boom!"; Zhang Hang only felt his helmet shake, and a burst of clear smoke emerged instantly.

  Khalun's iron fist heavily smashed onto the ground, deeply breathed in, and finally settled it!

  At this time, twelve hours had passed since the start of the confrontation. Zhang Hang's teammates had all fallen, and were waiting for him on the side. The other nine teams only had thirty-six members left, a miserable victory!

  Zhang Hang killed 36 people at a long distance and 52 people in close combat, while another 29 were blown up by the ghostly thunder.

  Zhao Zilong looked at the score sheet and said in a low voice: "Zhang Hang, your scores are due to your reaction time and hit rate being higher than your opponents. Generally, for special warfare experts, from raising their guns to hitting the target, the entire action takes 3.5 seconds, with an average hit rate of 90% already considered excellent. But you can do the same thing in just 2 seconds, with an average hit rate that still reaches a surprising 95%. On the battlefield, a difference of just 0.5 seconds and a difference of one percent in hit rate is enough to decide life or death!

  "But this time, your failure is due to your own doing. Your Ghost Thunder can inflict massive damage on the enemy, but if you're not careful, it's also a double-edged sword that will send you to the afterlife." He patted Zhang Hang's shoulder.

  "On the battlefield, strength decides everything. In a contest between experts, any slight mistake or difference in strength will only lead to defeat and death! So there's no other way but to train hard! Do you understand?" Zhao Zilong turned his head and shouted to the other team members.

  Got it!

  "One month is left before this year's military exercise. Within this one-month period, each of you must fire three hundred thousand bullets, with an average hit rate of over 90%, and the calluses on your shoulders must be half an inch thicker. Whoever fails to achieve this will never be allowed to participate in the exercise or go into battle in the future."

  "Because I don't want you guys to go die, got it?!" Zhao Zilong roared.

  "Yes!" The reply was a torrent a hundred times more deafening than his roar.

  Night, training camp, barracks.

  A venomous snake with a red tongue and bulging eyes is searching for food on the ground, but after several hours, it still can't find anything to eat.

  It has been starving for three days since it was caught and finally came out today.

  But it also knew that tonight seemed to be out of luck, and after searching for so long, not even a shadow of an old mouse was seen, let alone caught.

  The worst thing is that there is a strong and pungent smell here, which doesn't know whether it's the stench of human feet, something that didn't exist in nature before.

  It finally looked at the person sleeping in a dream and decided to go upstairs to try its luck.

  Slowly along the foot of the bed, silently and quietly, it reached the bed, made a standard snake-like curve, just reaching the waist, suddenly its own seven-inch place was tightly pinched by an iron hand, instantly unable to move.

  With a loud "thud", he was heavily slammed to the ground. After rolling around in pain for several times, hunger overcame fear again, and he crawled towards another bed once more.

  With a loud "slam", he was slammed heavily to the ground again.

  After being thrown seventeen or eighteen times in a row, it finally lay on the ground motionless.

  Zhao Zilong stood quietly, and on the closed-circuit television screen, the warriors were pinching the snake's seven inches and throwing it out while they were asleep.

  Zhao Zilong laughed, his eyebrows twisted into a different shape, and the flesh on his face was squeezed into a heap.

  This is his first hearty and happy smile since last time.

  Laughing with joy, laughing wildly, laughing unrestrainedly, laughing without any scruples!

  For years, he seemed to have forgotten how to smile, forgotten the taste of smiling, and only now did he experience the meaning and flavor of a smile.

  It's great to be able to laugh! It feels wonderful!

  Yes, Zhao Zilong has no reason not to smile. After four years of training in the camp, they have now become a real wolf pack!

  A wolf that understands bloody murder!

  And among them there is also a wolf king!

  A terrible wolf king!