Smiling and nodding, you said to Heavenly Fox, "Little White, you cover me from the rear. I'll go in first to scout the path."
"No problem." Heavenly Fox shrugged with a smile, "I haven't acted in a while, might be a bit rusty. If something goes wrong and you lose an arm or a leg, don't blame me, captain."
You symbolically lifted your foot, and Heavenly Fox quickly ran off, reaching out to take the M99 from the Special Police.
Heavenly Fox glanced around and pointed to a police car a few meters behind Liao Yong, saying to him, "Black Bull, give me a hand."
"Sure thing!"
Liao Yong turned and ran to the police car, pressed his back against it, crossed his hands, and squatted down slowly; by the time he squatted down, Heavenly Fox had already placed one foot on Liao Yong's palm, holding the 12-kilogram M99 semi-automatic sniper rifle, jumped straight onto the car roof.
Once atop the car, Heavenly Fox immediately set up the tripod and performed the first alignment.
