Chapter 1487 - 1488: When Paths Cross
That night, the Blue Sword Squad barracks were very quiet. Yang Fei even abandoned the guard post, letting everyone return to the camp to sleep.
Yang Fei knew that today's sniping of the Golden Tri-Leaf Genetic Warrior was definitely seen by many Special Forces' higher-ups.
This will create a terrifying deterrent, making many Special Forces dare not target Blue Sword any longer.
Of course, the Golden Tri-Leaf Special Forces are an exception.
After today's battle, the Golden Tri-Leaf Special Forces will list Blue Sword Special Forces as their number one enemy, trying every possible means to target Blue Sword.
Yet, so what?
The genetic warriors of Golden Tri-Leaf are indeed strong, but the Martial Arts of Evil Dragon's unruly Warrior Kings all go from Core Formation to Divine Communication, and Fan Yi has even broken through Gang Strength.
The Twelve Evil Dragon Kings are also not to be trifled with.
Yang Fei remains unperturbed, because of the confidence in the ever-growing Evil Dragon Warrior Kings he personally nurtured.
At the Golden Tri-Leaf Special Forces HQ, Smith stood grim-faced, looking at a stretcher on the ground.
On the stretcher lay a corpse, it was none other than Electric Eel, who had his limbs broken and was disabled for life.
Electric Eel had committed suicide.
From being a Special Abilities Warrior King with powerful abilities to becoming a cripple forever bound to a wheelchair—a huge psychological gap no one could endure.
Electric Eel was not a Martial Arts Master, lacking the iron-willed spirit of Martial Arts; once he became a useless person, he lost the courage to live.
Smith stared at Electric Eel's body, thinking about Bat who died in the wilderness.
The humiliation of failure left his eyes burning red with anger.
Every gene-enhanced soldier is one who stands out among hundreds of experimental subjects in the laboratory.
And those soldiers who fail the experiment often end up dead.
The process of integrating alien genes for each soldier is akin to a living hell.
What a Martial Arts Practitioner endures in ten years, these genetic soldiers taste entirely within one to two years.
Thus, every successful gene-enhanced soldier is a treasure of the Military Department.
They are also the beloved of the scientific maniacs in secret labs.
Whenever they return to the lab to have their vital signs re-measured, those scientific maniacs in secret labs are on edge, as if facing a great enemy.
However, in this trivial Special Forces contest, the Golden Tri-Leaf Special Forces unexpectedly lost two genetic warriors in succession.
This responsibility is heavier than the sky.
If the higher-ups hold him accountable, Smith as the captain will inevitably be unable to escape punishment.
Smith looked at Electric Eel's body, gnashing his teeth, worried.
The barracks door opened, several tall and short figures were reflected in.
Smith slowly raised his head and found seven or eight genetic warriors standing outside the barracks, all wearing black armbands on their arms.
Each genetic warrior's eyes were filled with sorrow.
In recent years, the Golden Tri-Leaf special squad traveled the world, fighting together, their bond was closer than real brothers.
However, Bat and Electric Eel died, slain by a normal Special Forces unit.
Smith noticed the hatred and burning battle will in each soldier's eyes and waved vigorously, signaling everyone to come in and talk.
A lean and short Caucasian Captain spoke calmly.
"Tomorrow is the shooting contest, I will challenge Blue Sword, avenging Electric Eel and Bat with their blood."
As the Caucasian Captain said this, a ferocious expression appeared on his face.
"In tomorrow's shooting contest, I will invite them to a narrow path encounter, battling to the death."
Smith was suddenly startled: "A narrow path encounter? That's too dangerous."
The Caucasian Captain smiled confidently: "Don't worry, Captain."
"Don't forget, my genetic advantage is in speed. When it comes to encountering battles, I have never met a rival."
"As for the ones who could confront me among Blue Sword, I'm afraid they haven't been born yet."
Smith hesitated a little, looking at the Caucasian Captain's confident eyes, finally nodded.
"I trust your ability, let's engage in a narrow path encounter with them."
The Caucasian Captain's integrated genes derive from the Cheetah and Hummingbird.
These two animals are the fastest in the world, with the quickest reflexes.
After integrating both animals' genes, the Caucasian Captain's reflexes are not only swift, his body movements are ten times faster than ordinary people.
He excels in encounter battles and street fighting.
And a narrow path encounter emphasizes assembling the gun in the shortest time and firing a bullet for a deadly hit.
The next day, according to the competition rules, over a dozen Special Forces teams participated in the shooting contest.
The contest is divided into two forms: precision shooting and mobile target shooting.
The contest randomly determines opponents, and then the two squads compete, the losing side is eliminated and scores zero points this round.
Then, the winning side continues into the computer to randomly match and find opponents to compete against.
This kind of contest not only emphasizes individual shooting level, but also values collective shooting proficiency.
Even if a squad of ten has a King Sniper, if the other nine soldiers are rookies, the squad cannot win.
The Blue Sword Squad luckily encountered the Cold Country Rage Tide Special Forces at the start.
Blue Sword's shooting scores in both categories overwhelmingly defeated the Cold Country Rage Tide team.
Afterwards, the Blue Sword Squad defeated another Special Forces team.
Meanwhile, the Golden Tri-Leaf Special Forces consecutively defeated two Special Forces teams, finally meeting Blue Sword Squad in a narrow path encounter.
The final battle began between the two squads.
In the Blue Sword Squad, Yang Fei's sniper ability is without question.
Mad Blade and Fan Yi are also sharpshooters, but the sniping abilities of Three Swords, Long Xia, Shen Feng, and others are a notch lower.
Initially, in the precision shooting contest, Blue Sword Squad's data was far behind the Golden Tri-Leaf Special Forces.
Yang Fei was secretly anxious, but in this team competition of overall quality, Yang Fei alone cannot save the entire squad.
Fortunately, at this moment, the opposing team's precision shooting had errors.
And from Blue Sword's side, only Yang Fei and Mad Blade remain without firing, yet they were already 118 points behind.
This means that in Mad Blade and Yang Fei's next shots, each bullet must hit the ten-ring. Sixty rings for six bullets, combined these two must add up to 120 rings for a chance to win back.
In this, if any bullet veers even slightly, this contest is lost.
With everyone staring intently, Mad Blade appeared confidently and bravely.
This guy with his rifle fired continuously; whether precision shooting or moving target shooting, his accuracy was as if measured by a ruler.
All the Special Forces watched Mad Blade with admiration and obedience.
Not every Special Forces soldier can achieve a hundred percent hit rate.
However, this fellow rarely aimed, raising his hand to shoot casually with a cool demeanor, this is the most terrifying.
This type of soldier, on the battlefield, with a rifle in hand, kills both gods and buddhas encountered, absolutely the most dreadful nemesis.