Chapter 768 - 343: Block War in the Streets

Chapter 768: Chapter 343: Block War in the Streets

"You’re a step too late with that. Gu Ji and Gao Bo are already pinned down in the flower bed, unable to move."

"Zhou Yu, do you know the sniper’s position?"

"Li Yaoguang, Gao Bo, are you all also..."

Hearing his teammates speaking one by one on the radio, Zhou Yu finally realized they were specifically looking for him and Ling Yousong.

After a moment of silence, he spoke again, his voice noticeably altered, "Ling Yousong and I have been pinned down, afraid to expose ourselves, unable to determine the position."

"Let’s not talk about it for now."

Gu Ji directly interrupted their exchange, snapping off a branch from the flower bed, placing the long branch along the bullet’s impact mark, then looked up to the broken window on the top floor, "I’ve marked the bullet trajectory with the branch. Can you see it?"

"We can see it."

As the voice came through, he also caught a glimpse of a tiny dark shadow by the window, it was Li Yaoguang, "Oh! I get it now, Gu Ji, you’re a genius!"

"I’ve found the sniper!"

With the trajectory marked, Yao Zhan used the rangefinder binoculars to spot the target in two breaths, "Two snipers are hiding on the far-left corner of the rooftop of that brown European-style building at my 10 o’clock direction, about 540 meters away from us!"

"That’s great! We..."

Gao Bo’s face lit up with joy but quickly darkened again.

Although they successfully located the enemy snipers, the entire block was still within the enemy’s firing range.

"Zhou Yu, Li Yaoguang, coordinate with my position, apply suppressive fire, give Li Yanan cover to move, Li Yanan, it’s all on you now!"

At the moment, they had two marksmen in the team, but only one was at a high vantage point, only Li Yanan with her HK417 could make an accurate shot at the 540-meter range.

"Understood!"

"Is everyone ready? Gao Bo, with me!"

As soon as the words fell, Gu Ji rolled over in an instant like a crocodile, lying on the ground, poking the muzzle out of the flower bed, "tut tut" two shots, aiming at the distant brown building.

Almost simultaneously.

Gao Bo from the left, Zhou Yu and Ling Yousong from the front, as well as Li Yaoguang and Yao Zhan on the building behind, five or six guns directed at the enemy snipers’ position, providing suppressive fire.

As the gunfire erupted, Li Yanan on the rooftop resembled a mother leopard, grabbing the rifle, rushing to the nearest edge of the rooftop wall, then crawling swiftly.

"Bang—!"

A bullet whizzed past the wall, landing next to Li Yanan.

She immediately rolled to the side, pressing her back against the wall.

Only when the sniper fire ceased, she propped herself up, resting her rifle on the rooftop wall, right eye to the optical scope, scanning the brown building’s rooftop left corner.

Sure enough.

Two dark figures appeared in the scope’s crosshairs.

One was a bearded figure aiming downward, while the other slender figure seemed to be aiming back at her!

"Bang—!"

Li Yanan’s heart contracted violently, instantly pulling the trigger.

As the gunshot went off, the figure jerked backward.

She didn’t even dare to look, immediately retreating with her rifle under the wall, "Gu Ji! Hit one sniper, unable to confirm if he’s dead!"

"Seen! One’s down!"

From below the flower bed, Gu Ji through his adjusted scope also noticed the sniper on the rooftop fall.

Just as he was about to direct Li Yanan to take down the other one.

The street ahead erupted with gunfire, the other sniper no longer showing his face.

Indeed.

This area harbored too many forces; once the snipers were pressured, they lost it and began a frantic counterattack. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

"Move! Advance forward!"

Without another word, Gu Ji charged out of the flowerbed with his team, diving towards a white pickup truck nearby.

He immediately saw Zhou Yu and Ling Yousong crouched by the wheel hub.

[Final Objective: Prevent PM from acquiring the stolen goods before the arrival of Brazil’s 1st Special Operations Corps!] (Extreme Difficulty)

What does this mean?

Gu Ji’s eyelid twitched.

The tense atmosphere on site allowed no time for deep thought, but by initial brain analysis, the game seemed to push him into opposing both factions.

One being PM, the other, Brazil.

No, more precisely, it was the Brazilian military.

The mission clearly did not want the stolen mysterious items to fall into the hands of PM or the military, hence the time constraint before the 1st Special Operations Corps’ arrival.

Could it be that there’s an issue with the Brazilian military?

The 1st Special Operations Corps originated from Brazil’s paratrooper rescue unit established in 1957, specializing in rescue missions in tropical jungles, an elite version of the Jungle Expeditionary Army Yasen served in.

Its headquarters in Rio de Janeiro, with secret training bases nationwide.

Due to its organizational structure under the Army Paratrooper Brigade, this unit has extreme mobility, capable of deploying across Brazil within 1 hour and 20 minutes by transport planes and helicopters.

Theoretically, such a top national elite unit is unlikely to have internal issues.

Could there be other reasons...

"Chris! Chris!"

On the brown building rooftop, bearded Shadik supported his subordinate, pressing against the shoulder wound, slapping his face repeatedly.

"Ugh..."

"Damn it! Shadik, what are you guys doing!"

"Cohen, our position’s been compromised, Chris took a bullet to the shoulder and is semi-conscious, I need time to tend to his wound!"

"Give him a shot of adrenaline, wake him up, get to Point B immediately, absolutely cannot let GRU and DIA get in; you know the consequences of failure!"

"Understood!"

Shadik, looking at his subordinate, gritted his teeth, pulling out a syringe from the waist-mounted first aid kit, plunged it into Chris’s thigh.

"Ugh!"

In a moment, Chris’s eyes shot open, pupils dilating as if on adrenaline, his whole demeanor revitalized, "Boss, we..."

"Cohen wants me at Point B. I can’t stay; tend to your wound quickly, find a way to meet me at Point B. This position is compromised; do not approach the rooftop, got it!"

After briefly explaining the situation, Shadik grabbed the G28 precision marksman rifle and left the rooftop in haste.

Watching his boss leave, Chris bit down the pain, unbundled the first aid kit from his back waist, pulled out some hemostatic dressing, pressing it to the wound, "Ugh!"

The hemostatic agent’s sting, along with the wound pressure, overwhelmed the adrenaline’s pain-muting effect instantly.

Chris shivered violently from the pain.

Gradually, his vision blurred and doubled, with consciousness muddling, "I need to get out of here, I can’t die..."

Gritting his teeth, Chris used his rifle as a crutch, propping himself up towards the rooftop stairwell.

But with too much blood loss and pain, he couldn’t control his steps, stumbling towards the rooftop edge.

In a crucial moment, Chris pushed an arm against the wall, avoiding a fall from the rooftop, but as he tried to get up.

"Thud!"

A bullet struck his head, bursting into a large splash of blood!

"Enemy sniper eliminated!"

From 430 meters away, atop a white mansion, a mixed-race man with brown skin holding a dark green Mk11 precision marksman rifle, pressed the radio button and said.

"Well done! Usman!"

"Who knows which organization dismantled the double sniper blockade so fast. As the Xia Kingdom says, ’The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.’ I’m the one striking from behind!"

"’Oriole behind,’ indeed. Without snipers, let’s move quickly!"

At the wall edge below, two blonde, blue-eyed American special agents, holding short-barrel AR series rifles, pressed forward toward the building zone, "We must not let the items fall into GRU’s hands!"