Such talent is extremely rare, and his future is boundless.
However, even though Huan Yu saw these assassins as mere tools, this battle had greatly weakened him.
Too many assassins had died, and the drones and firearms they had managed to bring back were also lost in large numbers!
Most crucially, despite losing so much, the boss in broad daylight had still not died!
Huan Yu couldn't take any more risks, a huge sense of crisis forced him to be more careful, and he could no longer treat everything that happened tonight as a game.
He needed to preserve some strength for himself.
Zhang San led the assassins in retreat, running towards the entrance of Weiyang Lake Park. Enjoy exclusive content from My Virtual Library Empire
Even before this, after killing ten people, Qing Chen didn't linger at the bottom of the lake. Sensing that his Knight Vital Energy was about to be exhausted and he would soon face oxygen deprivation, he swam towards the other end of Weiyang Lake.
Tonight, he had many important things to do.
Because his battle today was not as Huan Yu had imagined, with everything prepared in advance.
He truly fought on the fly, it's just that his last-minute preparations were so thorough that the enemy believed he had been ready all along.
However, thorough preparation didn't mean there were no flaws, and he had patches to apply.
Qing Chen was cautious, even the great joy of his recent promotion couldn't wash away his tenacious mindset.
When Zhang San and the others arrived, they drove twelve vans, each seating seven people, and they were packed full.
Upon retreat, not even one person per van was enough to drive them all, counting Zhang San, there were only eleven people, four of whom couldn't drive.
Facing these vans parked at the entrance of Weiyang Lake Park, it was finally realized how brutal the battle tonight had been.
Fortunately, Weiyang Lake Park is located in the northern suburbs of Xian City, and since it was deep into the night, there were hardly any tourists around.
Even if these vehicles were left here, they wouldn't cause any trouble.
"Let's go, drive away six vans first, the boss will arrange for people to fetch the rest," Zhang San said coldly, then pointed at a person, "You, drive for me."
With this said, Zhang San observed the surroundings cautiously, then picked a van and approached it, sticking close to the shadows between the vehicles.
Moreover, after boarding the van, he didn't sit down but crouched like a cheetah so that no one could see him from the outside through the windows.
The assassins understood that Zhang San was worried about the sniper pursuing them from behind!
The drivers, filled with fear, realized that if even an expert like Zhang San had to be so cautious, wouldn't they be sitting ducks as drivers?
The assassins not responsible for driving hid themselves in the vehicles, one after another following suit, even somewhat relieved that they didn't know how to drive.
But before they could ponder further, a roaring noise pierced the night, and a bullet penetrated a van's fuel tank, turning the entire vehicle into a giant fireball.
The flames soared into the sky, enveloping all three assassins inside the vehicle.
The inside assassins didn't die instantly. The explosion wasn't as powerful as imagined, but the fuel from the pierced tank kept burning, subjecting them to a torture akin to purgatory before they eventually died slowly.
Ordinary bullets cannot make a vehicle's fuel tank explode; these were incendiary rounds from a sniper rifle!
Zhang San was shocked at this thought, even on the Middle Eastern Battlefield, snipers using such specialized bullets were rare!
What was even more strange to him was that the bullet evidently came from directly across the main entrance of Weiyang Lake Park.
In the darkness, just a moment ago, he had even seen the orange-red bullet streak across the sky like a laser, tracing its trajectory.
But wasn't the enemy still at the bottom of the lake? How could they have gotten out of Weiyang Lake Park ahead of them and even found a new sniping point?!
The enemy was determined to exterminate them!
But could the boss during the day not be tired? After such intense fighting tonight, how could he still maintain such vigour?
What he didn't know was that when Qing Chen unlocked the second layer of the Genetic lock, the young man was as good as fully revived.
"Drive! Drive fast, towards 11 o'clock, the sniper is over there! Everyone, charge in that direction, it's death if you don't! Charge at him, and he won't be able to hit the fuel tanks!" Zhang San roared.
It was too late to evade the sniper; he had to rely on the vehicles' mobility and quantity, betting that he could get close to the sniper and eliminate the marksman with close combat!
Otherwise, they only had a one-way ticket to death.
At this moment, some vehicles charged with Zhang San while others turned to flee in different directions. But no matter where they went, their fates couldn't be altered.
The vans escaping in other directions exploded one after another. Zhang San pulled open the sliding door on his right, ready to jump out at any moment.
With a loud bang, the driver of Zhang San's van was pierced by a bullet, splattering blood all over his face.
But he wasn't overtaken by fear. Instead, he crouched in the gap between the driver and passenger seats, one hand steering the wheel, while the other pressed down on the dead driver's leg, flooring the gas pedal!
Zhang San had already pinpointed the sniper's hiding spot—on a large tree 200 meters opposite the main entrance of Weiyang Lake Park!
With a thunderous crash, the van slammed into the tree so hard that it began to shake.
Seizing that moment, Zhang San, from the already opened side door of the vehicle, leapt into the air, back toward the sky.
He was well aware that blind flight was pointless now!
As he leapt from the vehicle, the man who had lived and nearly died on the Middle Eastern Battlefield drew his handgun and unleashed a frenzy of shots into the canopy while in mid-air.
Only when he had emptied the magazine did he come crashing to the ground.
Controlling the vehicle, jumping out the side door, drawing the gun, shooting at the canopy—all these actions flowed seamlessly together.
But there was no movement in the canopy; it was as if all his bullets had been fired into thin air.
A chill settled in Zhang San's heart.
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