At midnight, the thick black night shrouded the Fourth Squadron base. It was already past lights-out time, and the base was pitch black, with only the corridor lights still on. It was quiet, and no one was in sight. Luo Zheng lay silently on the bed, resting, recalling his experiences with the Type 10 anti-material sniper rifle. Half an hour ago, Luo Zheng had a good session at the shooting range with the new sniper rifle, feeling quite satisfied and gaining more confidence for the upcoming mission.
With his current rank, Luo Zheng could have a room of his own, where he lay quietly in bed, feeling wide awake. He simply practiced the Breathing Skill, quickly entering a meditative state. The snores of his comrades within a twenty to thirty meter radius came through clearly—a rather peculiar feeling—as anything farther was hard to discern.
