Chapter 1489 - 1490: You're Really Unlucky
The crowd was abuzz with discussion, all not favoring Yang Fei.
The Caucasian Captain grinned, his lips revealing canine teeth, as menacing as a jackal.
He stepped back: "Alright, it's happily decided then."
"I didn't expect in the Blue Sword Brigade, there would be a hero like you."
He said, lowering his voice, leaning closer to Yang Fei, with an even more sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Lieutenant, I admire your courage, but I must tell you, you're dead."
The Caucasian Captain finished speaking, with a flick of his hand, the automatic rifle in his hand suddenly turned into a heap of parts.
Then, under the gaze of everyone, the Caucasian Captain's hands, like performing magic, left afterimages in the air, then abruptly stopped.
A fully assembled rifle reappeared in his hand.
His actions carried an air of bravado and showmanship, but this masterful gun assembly left many with their mouths agape.
"Holy cow, this gun assembly stunt is truly godlike."
"Blue Sword is doomed to lose; no normal human could achieve this hand speed."
"These mutants are truly formidable; it's said this man has the genes of a cheetah and a hummingbird."
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Listening to the crowd's discussion, Li Guoqing's expression also changed.
He walked up to Yang Fei, lowering his voice.
"If it doesn't work out, let's just admit defeat; we've already won one match anyway."
Yang Fei chuckled, shaking his head: "No need, Captain, just watch closely."
Li Guoqing spoke worriedly.
"Or, maybe don't use real bullets; this kind of play is simply murder."
Yang Fei snorted: "Even if it is murder, it depends on his skill. It's not certain who will kill whom yet."
He finished speaking and ceased chatting idly with Li Guoqing, raising an eyebrow at the Caucasian Captain.
"Let's start; even if we have to report to hell, we shouldn't be late."
The Caucasian Captain smiled, nodding slightly at Yang Fei with respect.
"Having an opponent like you, I am honored."
The second round of the contest was between Yang Fei and the Caucasian Captain.
In a narrow encounter, gun assembly and shootout, such a contest was too dangerous for a group event.
All the special forces teams gathered around the training ground to watch the final match between the two.
Automatic rifles and bullets were scattered on open ground five hundred meters away.
Yang Fei and the Caucasian Captain stood facing each other.
In complete silence under the gaze of the crowd, Walker raised a signal gun, fired it into the sky with a bang.
Bang!
As the gunshot echoed, both Yang Fei and the Caucasian Captain moved almost simultaneously.
The Caucasian Captain's figure, like a real cheetah, instantly reached a speed of a hundred meters per second.
The explosive power of his muscles left afterimages in the air as he sprinted to the location where the scattered guns were placed.
What shocked everyone was that as the Caucasian Captain reached the gun parts' location, Yang Fei's light and nimble figure arrived almost at the same time.
Compared to the Caucasian Captain's explosive sprint, Yang Fei's posture was relaxed and agile, appearing to have plenty of energy.
This left everyone with their mouths agape.
In front of both the Caucasian Captain and Yang Fei was a heap of gun parts and bullets.
The scattered gun parts included parts of rifles, large caliber handguns, and even heavy machine guns.
To find the parts for an automatic rifle amongst this mess and assemble them quickly, then fire,
required not only extremely fast hand speed but also sharp eyesight and extensive knowledge of firearms.
Ordinary soldiers, if they could sort these parts, would already be considered good.
The Caucasian Captain seemed to have suddenly grown Three Heads and Six Arms, his hands so fast they were a blur, assembling the gun parts rapidly.
In such a contest, even a second's hesitation could allow the opponent to shoot first and blow your brains out.
His cheetah genes were pushed to the limit. In only 6.41 seconds, the rifle was formed in his hands.
With a clack, he chambered a bullet, aimed the muzzle at Yang Fei, who was right in front of him, and pressed his finger on the trigger.
"Don't move!"
At this moment, a cool command came, the cold metal barrel of a rifle was aimed directly at the Caucasian Captain's head. Behind the barrel were Yang Fei's dark, bright eyes, filled with a smile.
The Caucasian Captain froze; his bullet hadn't yet been fully loaded into the magazine, and his gun's muzzle was angled 45 degrees to the sky, yet to aim at the Blue Sword Special Forces soldier before him.
However, at this exact moment, the contest was already over.
Outside the training ground, Smith stared wide-eyed at the stopwatch, showing a time of 4.12 seconds.
Yang Fei was two seconds faster, and those two seconds were enough to decide victory or defeat, life or death.
Staring at the dark muzzle, the Caucasian Captain was suddenly disheartened.
All his life, he had pursued the peak of speed, believing after integrating mutant genes that in both gun assembly and shooting, he was the best in the world.
Yet now, he was defeated by an ordinary person, and there was no excuse.
Everyone, witnessing this extraordinary contest, was slack-jawed with their mouths wide open, unable to close them.
These elite special forces were all skilled with guns, but no one could match Yang Fei's level of mastery.
His lightning speed, skillful actions, flowing naturally and seamlessly, achieved in one continuous motion.
Such a terrifying enemy, if encountered on the battlefield, nobody could escape his hunt.
Looking at the pretty-boy-like Yang Fei, everyone felt a deep sense of fear and helplessness.
The combat power of Huaxia Special Forces had reached such a frightening level!
The strength of the army leads to a strong nation; everyone felt clearly the rise of an Eastern great power, sacred and inviolable.
The Caucasian Captain heaved a deep sigh and dropped the gun in his hand.
"Fine, you win, go ahead, shoot."
Yang Fei blinked: "You still have a chance to escape, I'll count to three, then shoot!"
The Caucasian Captain was stunned, not expecting Yang Fei to give him a chance to escape.
Feeling a surge of hope: "Are you serious?"
Yang Fei diverted the muzzle, smiling at him: "Of course, would I lie to you?"
As he moved the muzzle away, the Caucasian Captain's figure suddenly vanished on the spot.
An afterimage disappeared at lightning speed in the nine o'clock direction.
Yang Fei shouted loudly: "Damn, you're cheating, alright, I'll start counting, one, two, three!"
At the count, he fired a bang, and the Caucasian Captain had already dashed a thousand meters away, about to disappear into the jungle.
A thousand meters out, the Caucasian Captain's body abruptly stopped.
He slowly turned around, blood gushing rapidly from his chest, his eyes wide open.
"Damn, it turns out the first shot was a real bullet, you're really out of luck."
Yang Fei, somewhat surprised and slightly apologetic, muttered, cursing softly, gently blowing away the smoke from the barrel.