Goro Ishida knelt on the ground, staring blankly at Naoto, who was losing temperature in his arms, without saying a word.
They used to be mercenaries abroad and had formed a mercenary group.
In the beginning, there was a group of spirited young men, more than thirty of them.
But in the end, after one bloody battle after another, only they and Nakamura were left.
It could be said that the thing they experienced most in their lives was parting.
Naoto's body convulsed violently a few times in Ishida Goro's arms, and then his eyes gradually became empty and lifeless.
In those dying eyes, there was fear of death and reluctance to part with his fiancée.
Until Naoto's body gradually became cold and stiff.
Poets often describe the word "separation" in a less cruel way, even imbuing it with a sense of anticipation for reunion.
But the true meaning of parting is actually quite simple.
That is, never to see you again.
The three of them would never see that boy named Zhiren again, who would come running over every morning, still half asleep, to buy each of them breakfast.
They will never hear Naoto's energetic voice as the first thing he said to them every morning.
"Good morning, big brother..."
Kirisawa Jin took a deep breath, suppressing all his sadness and anger.
He immediately regained his composure and said in a deep voice.
"Kazama, estimate the enemy's location!"
"Ishida, go get the equipment from the trunk!"
Upon hearing this, Kaoru Kazama, who had been silent all along, immediately took off his coat and threw it violently into the open space to his left and right!
"Pfft! Pfft!"
The jacket was still tumbling in mid-air when two bullets precisely tore through the air, shattering it into pieces!
Kazama Kaoru's pupils suddenly contracted, and he made a judgment in an instant.
"The enemy's weapon is a Barrett M82A1 large-caliber sniper rifle with an effective range of 1800 meters and an aiming speed of less than 0.5 seconds. The estimated distance is about 300 meters, and it is equipped with at least military-grade thermal imaging night vision devices!"
After listening, Kirisawa Jin didn't say a word. He quickly took out his phone from his pocket, his fingers flying across the keyboard, and sent an encrypted text message.
This is within the True Dragon Society, second only to the highest level of red alert.
It will only be activated when a "Dragon General" level cadre of the organization suffers a fatal attack.
The highest level of alert, of course, would only be issued if Ryuzaki Makoto himself were assassinated.
Their phones are equipped with GPS tracking devices, and I believe that the True Dragon Society's support troops will arrive soon.
Now, between them and the sniper lies an open, unprotected grassland.
In this situation, charging directly towards the enemy's position is tantamount to deliberately becoming a sitting duck, which is no different from courting death.
The best solution, of course, can be summed up in one word.
wait.
They are waiting for someone to come and rescue them.
Moreover, the apartment building is only one kilometer away, and support will arrive in less than ten minutes.
The three of them are no longer the hot-blooded, impulsive young men they once were.
They wouldn't act rashly and rush out to their deaths just because of Naoto's death.
They must live.
Only by living can one have a chance to avenge that young man!
Just then.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
Several more muffled gunshots rang out!
Several large-caliber bullets accurately penetrated the body of the Hummer jeep!
A pungent smell of gasoline instantly filled the air.
The car's fuel tank has been punctured!
Kirisawa Jin's expression changed instantly.
He realized instantly that the other party wasn't just randomly attacking!
They wanted to detonate the fuel tank, blow up the entire car, and kill the three of them right there!
Just then, Goro Ishida took advantage of the sniper's blind spot to retrieve a black tactical equipment bag from the trunk of the car, and then tossed the equipment inside to Jin Kirisawa and Kaoru Kazama one by one.
The tactical vest was filled with AK-47 magazines and had several hand grenades hanging from it.
Heavy bulletproof vest;
Thermite chaff can interfere with thermal imaging equipment;
Smoke bombs;
And three modified AK-47 assault rifles equipped with tactical rails;
There are also military night vision devices.
These pieces of equipment were all traded from Li's gang last time.
Normally, when the three of them travel together, they always keep these kinds of equipment in the car, just in case something like today happens.
Of course, there is also a reason why we are so passive today: the True Dragon Society's apartment is located in a relatively remote suburb, and the surrounding environment provides snipers with excellent ambush conditions.
In a densely populated urban area, the other side would absolutely not dare to use a large-caliber sniper rifle so openly.
As Kirisawa Jin quickly put on his gear, he glanced at his two brothers beside him and a cold smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Looks like these guys are planning to blow up our car. We can't stay here any longer; we probably won't be able to wait for our men."
Ishida Goro's eyes were still bloodshot. He pulled the bolt of his AK-47, making a crisp metallic sound, and a bloodthirsty expression appeared on his face.
"I've gotten so bored of stomping noobs lately, but I've run into a few interesting opponents, so I'm definitely going to have some fun with them!"
Kazama Kaoru had already put on all his gear. He pulled down his night vision goggles and said in a cold voice.
"When we were abroad, we encountered more dangerous situations than this before, so this is nothing."
The three brothers, who had faced countless life-or-death situations together, exchanged a glance.
Jin Kirisawa made a tactical hand signal.
The three of them immediately understood and jumped back in unison, rolling and hiding in the roadside bushes.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
Two more bullets hit the jeep's fuel tank precisely.
The sparks from the bullet instantly ignited the leaking gasoline!
"boom--!!!"
A deafening explosion! The entire Hummer jeep was engulfed by a massive fireball, and the blast wave sent burning debris flying into the air!
Meanwhile, on a small hill 300 meters away from the explosion point, three snipers dressed in ghillie suits lay motionless in the grass.
There was no communication between them; their gazes were coldly fixed on the burning inferno through their sniper scopes, waiting for their prey to escape from behind the flames.
Just then, several cylindrical objects were suddenly thrown out from behind the burning vehicle.
"laugh--!"
Thick white smoke spread rapidly, completely enveloping the area.
The lead sniper sneered inwardly.
idiot.
Did they think they could block our view with smoke grenades?
Our own military night vision devices are equipped with thermal imaging capabilities.
How could a mere smoke grenade possibly stop infrared rays from penetrating?
However, the next moment, when they looked at the smoke again through the sniper scope, they realized something was wrong.
Suddenly, more than a dozen blindingly hot heat sources appeared in the smoke!
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
The three snipers pulled the triggers almost instinctively, extinguishing the clearest sources of heat.
But they soon realized something was wrong!
The heat sources in the smoke became more numerous and brighter, completely interfering with their observations and blurring the entire thermal imaging view!
Moreover, new smoke grenades and thermite flares were being continuously thrown out from within the smoke.
Even with the most advanced military thermal imaging equipment, all they could see were blinding, blurry patches of heat, unable to capture any clear human-shaped targets!
Amidst the dense smoke, the three Dragon Generals communicated rapidly and precisely through tactical headsets.
"Ishida, left wing, be on alert!"
"Kazama, right flank, keep an eye on the high ground!"
"Alternating cover, advance!"
Under the cover of smoke grenades and thermite flares, the three of them, in standard tactical formation, slowly approached the small hill where the sniper was located.
The three snipers on the slope, seeing this, knew the situation was dire.
They squinted, put down their heavy-duty sniper rifles, and pulled HK MP5 submachine guns from their backs, aiming the dark muzzles at the edge of the ever-moving smoke...