Chapter 868 - 715: It’s Really Lively Outside Second Prison—Are They Welcoming Me?

Chapter 868: Chapter 715: It’s Really Lively Outside Second Prison—Are They Welcoming Me?

In this calculation, including the white human spiders still searching for "corpse thieves" near the fire wall, there are unexpectedly four White Masks lurking in this grassland?!!

The appearance of one White Mask might still be explained as a coincidence or unexpected encounter.

But four of them?

This is no longer a simple coincidence or unexpected encounter; rather, it feels more like a pre-set battlefield, or... a trap aimed at certain people.

The target of this trap could obviously not be the one dead and one injured person in that wrecked car, it does not require four White Masks to deal with such weaklings.

Therefore, the answer becomes clear—this trap is aimed at...

Zhang Shenyi’s heart sank suddenly, his gaze involuntarily glanced quickly at the man from the Mechanical Department beside him.

The man from the Mechanical Department’s trembling lips and constricted pupils similarly exposed his inner turmoil.

"It’s aimed at him, no, it should be said that the target knew someone would come to ambush him, so made a counter-ambush plan in advance, and then our Worries Relief Studio foolishly followed this guy, stepping directly into their trap...."

As if to verify Zhang Shenyi’s suspicion, he saw on the screen that the path of the two running "shadows" was directly pointing to... the coordinates where Group Two had arrived early to set an ambush.

Xiaoyou’s cold voice came from the earpiece again, announcing an imminent crisis without any emotion:

"According to target movement speed and path simulation calculations, it is estimated that Group Two will make contact with the enemy high-speed approaching unit in four seconds and be exposed.

Contact probability: 97.3%."

After the percentage, there was thoughtfully included a steadily decreasing countdown timer:

3...2.....

At the same time, two vehicles coming from the direction of Second Prison seemed to have finally discovered the anomaly on the road—a car wreck still smoking, and the straight fire wall rising from the grass.

Yet instead of slowing down to observe, the two vehicles accelerated forward as if receiving some command.

This scene, combined with the two shadows suddenly appearing at Group Two’s ambush point, fell into the eyes of the Worries Relief Studio, appearing as if Group Two had been discovered and was caught in the enemy’s pincer attack.

An unexpected White Mask means triple advantage for me!

But now, with four White Masks ambushing, it’s my own team’s members that are surrounded.

Then how much advantage do I still have left?!!

Zhang Shenyi hadn’t had time to figure it out, and the countdown on the screen turned into "1".

He immediately shouted:

"Fire!!!"

The moment the command fell, three figures leapt boldly from the dense grass, leaves scattered, soil churned.

The three formed a triangular formation; the weapons in their hands emitted a death roar, light flashing.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Two of them lifted their guns and shot at the "shadows" behind, their actions coordinated as if they were one person.

Their assault rifles spat terrifying flames, the muzzle brake suppressed the fierce jumps, bullets swarmed like a precisely targeted bee swarm, densely shooting at the two shadows rushing towards them.

"Crackling——"

The bullets collided with an invisible barrier, the water wave-like surface contours suddenly rippling densely and fiercely, as if a transparent "Water Clothing" was being violently torn, shattered by raging forces.

Vaguely revealing a corner of the sinister white exoskeleton armor below.

A fleeting glimpse of white, in the flickering firelight, seemed even more eerie.

And at the end of the triangular formation, He simply disregarded the threats behind him, trustingly leaving his back entirely to his teammates.

He was shouldering a tech-laden man-portable rocket launcher, now already aim-locked.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

His fingers rapidly pressed the firing button twice, two "Falcon" type tracking missiles dragged pale blue tail flames, like the Death God’s messengers, drawing two elegant yet deadly arcs in the air towards the flank of the second vehicle.

"He, dodge!"

A teammate shouted loudly in his ear.

He had no time to visually confirm where the threat was coming from; muscle memory and absolute trust formed from long-term side-by-side combat allowed him to react instantly.

With core strength exploding, his whole body twisted sharply sideways, at the same time both feet powered, executing a mid-air side flip.

"Slice!"

A segment of semi-water wave, semi-white scorpion-tail shape sharpness, carrying a chilling wind that stung the skin, grazed past his tactical pouch.

If he were delayed by another tenth of a second, he would have been gutted by now.

He was still in midair, the rolling action not yet completed, yet he forcibly adjusted the rocket launcher’s angle using core strength, barely glancing back as he fired the last missile in the tube behind him.

"Boom!"

The missile fired almost skimming the ground, then suddenly arced upwards briefly, crashing towards the pursuing Shadow Scorpion and Fort.

No words needed, years of side-by-side combat had already forged a seamless connection.

Just as He fired the missile, with his body about to land, a teammate immediately grasped his shoulder, using the momentum to bring him tumbling sideways.

Another comrade leaned backwards slightly, military boots stamped rapidly on the muddy ground, the posture odd like a frog bouncing back but astonishingly quick, instantly pulling several meters apart.

Simultaneously, the machine gun’s muzzle in his hands flashed madly, spewing out dense tongues of fire, forming a fan-shaped barrage without dead angles, precisely enveloping all possible dodging spaces of the Shadow Scorpion and Fort.