"Let's see... how much skill I still have after so many years without touching this thing."
Lin Mu gave a light smile and flicked his forearm. The AWM in his hands instantly gave off an aura of pure, chilling lethality that radiated from him.
"Leopard Cat, Leopard Cat, respond if you copy. Respond if you copy!"
The voice came from Leopard Cat's communication device at his feet. Lin Mu picked it up and hooked it over his ear.
This piece of communication equipment was high-quality, even by his standards. The rest of the combat gear was also valuable, adding up to a considerable sum.
It seems this mysterious organization has a profound background.
Lin Mu could hear the rustle of leaves and the faint sounds of someone moving, telling him the person on the other end was relocating quickly. A cold smirk touched his lips as he cradled the sniper rifle, and in a flash, he vanished.
"Plan B!"
