"Huff, huff, huff!" The sound of high-speed running wind rang by his ears. Facing a formidable enemy, Luo Zheng felt unprecedented pressure, bursting out at full speed and constantly changing his running path to avoid creating a pattern the enemy could grasp. His heart leaped to his throat. Just one careless shot from the enemy, and he would be undoubtedly dead.
He ran to the middle of the open area, the most dangerous section. The time spent running here was enough for the enemy to aim effectively. If it were him, he would undoubtedly choose this moment to shoot, and the sniper's position would be about a meter ahead. This foresight matched perfectly with his speed. Thinking of this, Luo Zheng's scalp exploded, he halted abruptly, and his body instinctively fell backward, rolling away.
"Whoosh!" The enemy had fired. Everything happened just as Luo Zheng had anticipated. The bullet drew a cold, merciless shockwave, lunging forward as though Death God himself was sneering.
