Chapter 568

Chapter 568: The Dragon Knight Falls into a Trap

Qi Fei’s eyes widened in shock; she realized that the bullets were hitting the ground, and the density of gunfire was alarmingly high, causing the ground to erupt like a small spring.

It felt like mischievous children throwing stones at the ground—seemingly harmless, but capable of taking lives if they struck a person.

Even being near the ground where bullets ricocheted was not necessarily safe; ricochets could also be deadly.

Having never experienced such a hail of gunfire, Qi Fei lacked the mental resilience that Lin Mo displayed when faced with overwhelming pressure, and she couldn’t help but scream in fear.

Though she was terrified, she recalled Lin Mo’s instructions and desperately covered her mouth to prevent any unintentional screams from echoing in the desolate wild.

Qi Fei completely lost her usual demeanor of a strong businesswoman, scrambling towards the business van.

After all, she was just an ordinary civilian, and the most intense encounters she had faced involved shouting threats during negotiation meetings with business partners—she had never encountered such a perilous situation.

Unsure how to react, she instinctively knew that panicking and screaming would only attract more bullets.

The bullets struck the side of the business van, creating a clanging noise, and holes the size of fingers appeared in the vehicle. This was not a bulletproof car; the windows shattered, sending countless shards of glass flying everywhere.

Qi Fei successfully squeezed under the van, pressing her face against the rough ground. She trembled uncontrollably, gripping the Lady Hawk handgun, feeling the bullets whizzing past almost within arm’s reach, and sensing the reverberations from bullets hitting the van.

"Quick, Qi Fei, get under the van and don’t stick your head out!"

The Black driver, "Old Jack," sprang up at once, aiming his gun into the night and kicking over the campfire to lower its brightness, quickly moving to a new position.

The scattered burning wood illuminated a large area around him, allowing "Old Jack" to see the nearby enemies clearly.

He naturally didn’t need to worry about Lin Mo, who was clad in Dragon Guard gear, but he couldn’t keep an eye on Qi Fei. The enemy’s fire was fierce, forcing him to shoot continuously to draw attention away from her while he moved closer to the business van and opened the door for cover, continuing to fire back.

In the co-pilot’s compartment, he retrieved an MP5 micro submachine gun hidden in a secret compartment, occasionally firing sideways to suppress the enemy’s fire. In the darkness, the night concealed his skin, serving as natural camouflage.

Lin Mo moved like a ghost in the dark, darting quickly.

He kept pulling the trigger, maintaining steady fire, inching closer to the campfire with his teammates. An attacker dressed head to toe in black tactical gear suddenly blinked; an overwhelming force struck his chest, causing him to involuntarily grunt, and his body was sent flying away as if riding on clouds. The sound of bones cracking echoed from his chest.

Before he hit the ground, the attacker took his last breath; shattered ribs punctured his lungs and heart, leaving him unable to scream.

Another heavy thud rang out, mixed with the muffled gunfire from a suppressor, as another attacker crashed to the ground, twitching only momentarily before becoming still.

Lin Mo’s footsteps never faltered; these were merely two unfortunate souls he dispatched along the way. His real target was not the twenty-plus attackers surrounding him but the snipers posing a greater threat to him and his companions.

The Dragon Guard detected two Barrett M82 anti-material sniper rifles over 500 meters away locking onto him. The 12.7 millimeter caliber special rounds could inflict serious damage, unlike the tickling sensation of AK-74 bullets.

When facing snipers wielding large-caliber rifles, Lin Mo didn’t dare claim absolute victory. He relied solely on the enhanced speed granted by his Battle Energy.

In his rapid movement, he lacked the time to use the Light Mirror Technique, entirely depending on the detection module of the Dragon Guard to find the enemy’s position.

A sniper in the northwest corner suddenly realized his target had vanished, and he began searching with his observer. Although they took advantage of the cover of night, they were equally constrained by it.

Suddenly, both the sniper and his observer froze, their binoculars falling from their hands as a steel Throwing Knife pierced their foreheads, instantly ending their lives.

A figure in fantastical tactical armor appeared beside them, snatching the Barrett M82 sniper rifle from beneath the sniper.

Though snipers were hailed as the strongest infantry, even the best sniper needed to see their target; otherwise, they were no better than a patrol officer wielding an old rifle.

"Confirming the weapon type: Barrett M82, 12.7 millimeter caliber. Activating the auxiliary targeting module."

The system voice chimed in Lin Mo’s tactical helmet as he grasped the rifle.

A crosshair representing the sniper rifle appeared on Lin Mo’s visor, along with shooting parameters, including wind direction, wind speed, temperature, and infrared sensing data, assisting him in aiming.

With a sniper rifle in hand and the support of the Dragon Guard, Lin Mo’s combat capability surged dramatically.

“Locking complete!”

The Dragon Guard provided another assist, making it so that even a civilian could become a professional sniper, let alone Lin Mo.

“Blast you with your face all peach blossoms!” Lin Mo’s body jolted as a massive gunshot suddenly rang out from the night. The flame from the 12.7 millimeter caliber sniper rifle was strikingly bright, like a camera flash in the darkness.

The Dragon Knight effortlessly absorbed the recoil.

Through the night vision system, Lin Mo spotted another sniper’s position. A jet of dark liquid erupted, and then it seemed someone struggled to rise. He let out a cold chuckle, pulled back the bolt, and completed the sniper operation process.

The Barrett M82 could fire continuously for a short time.

Another loud gunshot rang out; the spot where the bullet struck flared and then shattered into many pieces.

This marked the beginning of a grim reaper’s call.

Beside the business van, the Black driver, Old Jack, turned pale, as if bleached, his face taking on a sickly yellow hue. He gasped for breath, shaking all over.

In just a short while, he had been shot twice; one bullet had taken a chunk of flesh off his shoulder, while another had pierced his thigh, blood gushing from both entry wounds. Yet, he still leaned against the van, trying to use the MP5 to spray bullets left and right.

Nine attackers had already closed in on the business van by the campfire. Hiding under the vehicle, Qi Fei knew she had to act, or this would become her grave.

Despite her fear, she shakily raised her Lady Hawk handgun at the nearest charging assailant. Remembering Lin Mo’s instructions, she aimed but then, unable to watch, closed her eyes and bit her lip, pulling the trigger.

This was an off-road style business van, and the chassis was relatively high. Thanks to her build, Qi Fei managed to hold the gun under the van.

Bang!

Her hands jolted as she quickly opened her eyes.

The attacker was gone, only a dark smear on the ground remained, leaving her unsure of their fate.

But she didn’t have time to ponder; she continued firing at the other attackers rushing toward her.

Like a rookie with a gun for the first time, she emptied her magazine in mere seconds.

Click, click—realizing she had run out of bullets made her shiver with regret, realizing she hadn’t grabbed any spare magazines from her bag in her panic.

Oh no! Qi Fei felt a sinking feeling as she prepared to curse her luck, but she noticed the sound of bullets striking the van had lessened significantly. Braving it, she peered out from under the vehicle and found that not a single attacker was standing outside.

Where did they go? After her chaotic shooting, it seemed those guys had mysteriously vanished.

What’s happening? Qi Fei dared to look out for a while, but no movement caught her eye.

Boom!

Suddenly, Old Jack saw an attacker burst apart nearby, exploding into a cloud of blood. At that moment, the sounds of bullets bouncing off the car and ground ceased, and the surroundings fell into an eerie silence.

The stillness after the chaos made the silence seem terrifying, as if a monstrous creature lurked in the darkness.

Old Jack leaned weakly against the passenger seat, propping himself up with his gun, straining to listen for nearby noises. Due to his injuries and blood loss, he had already expended much of his energy, his consciousness beginning to blur.

Footsteps approached, one step at a time, getting closer and closer. A silhouette came into view; the familiar tactical armor of the Dragon Guard eased his tension, but intense pain immediately surged through his nerves, causing him to involuntarily wince and gasp.

“Old Jack, all taken care of. Twenty-seven in total.”

Lin Mo returned to the van, carrying the sniper rifle he had seized. Just now, he had taken out eleven people with that rifle, and each shot left them in pieces.

“Good job, Dragon Knight!” The Black driver wasn’t surprised by the outcome. The acclaimed ultimate battlefield weapon, the Dragon Guard, was rightly matched with such a skilled figure, making their performance expected.

“Girl, you did well!” Lin Mo helped Qi Fei out from under the vehicle. He noticed the other side of the car, unobserved by Old Jack, was littered with fallen attackers—nine of them, all motionless and seemingly dead.

“It was so terrifying! Several guys charged at me. I—I shot at them, and I ran out of bullets! It scared me to death.”

Qi Fei still tightly gripped her emptied Lady Hawk handgun, shaking in fright. Holding the gun gave her a sense of safety.

Lin Mo scanned the bullet holes in the bodies, his pupils slightly contracting as he smirked. Was this all done by Qi Fei?

All shots to the forehead; that’s terrifying.

He looked uncertainly at Qi Fei and asked, “Did you really aim for their heads?”

“Ah! I—I heard people say in CS to aim for headshots, so I just aimed for their heads,” Qi Fei said, sticking out her tongue innocently. “They— they won’t all be dead, will they?” She dared not look at the bodies of the attackers.

“Uh!”

Lin Mo sighed, surprised to discover the girl had a sharpshooter’s talent. Nine bullets, each a perfect kill; not a single miss. He nodded firmly, saying, “All down, headshots!”

“Ah!” Qi Fei shrieked, tossing the handgun far away. She quickly covered her eyes and dashed into Lin Mo’s embrace, saying, “I killed, I killed! It’s so scary, and headshots—it must look like a rotten watermelon!”

She gagged a few times but managed not to vomit, curling up in Lin Mo’s arms, trembling all over. She feared she would never encounter something so horrific again in her life.

“No, no! It just made a small hole in their heads. It’s not scary. You weren’t afraid when they were alive, so why fear them when they’re dead? Let’s leave this place.” Lin Mo reassured Qi Fei; they couldn’t linger here.

Lin Mo didn’t finish his thought—though the bullets had only made small holes in the attackers’ heads, the backs of their skulls looked just like smashed watermelons.

They quickly gathered their things, and with Old Jack’s injuries treated, Lin Mo and Qi Fei swiftly left the scene.

They found the attackers’ vehicles nearby—two vans. Lin Mo unapologetically claimed one for himself; well, no driver’s license—hopefully, the CIA would help him explain things to the police.

Driving along the highway for over two hours, they finally reached a gas station with an auto motel, booking three rooms before settling down a bit.

After a night of life-and-death battles, hovering on the brink of death, everyone felt exhausted. Old Jack, especially, quickly fell asleep once he got to bed, having lost much energy from the blood loss and pain, lacking even the strength to hum jazz.

Having been quite startled, Qi Fei cried and fussed for a while before fatigue finally sent her into a quiet sleep, and Lin Mo gently tucked her in. After quietly observing her for a moment, he returned to his own room.

Leaning back on the sofa, Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his eyelids growing heavier until, without realizing it, he gradually fell asleep with a soft snore.

He didn’t notice the central air conditioning vent in the room, which was releasing lightly glowing white smoke. The mist quickly dispersed in the air, turning into a sleeping gas that could induce deep slumber.

A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door, and a gentle, pleasant female voice came through, “Sir, would you like special services?”