Number 8 had begun to realize that fighting Zhang Heng in the castle might not be a wise decision.
They had only been here for less than 10 minutes, and they had already lost almost half of their people. Although they still had the advantage in terms of numbers, losing No.2 and No.3 gave No.8 a bad feeling.
Although this operation was supported by two federal police squads, Number 8 knew very well that he could only rely on the two companions around him. Each of the members of the emergency response team, starting with Number 0, was a combat genius who was proficient in all disciplines. They were far superior to ordinary federal police officers. Even if the two squads tonight were made up of the elites of the federal police, they could only play a limited role in a battle of this level. They could only play a supporting role. The ones who really decided the outcome of the battle were the three emergency response team members.
These were all Number 8's previous judgments, but now he was a little shaken. Zhang Heng killed his two companions neatly, and he didn't make a sound at all. It was as if he was a ghost hidden in the smoke. What Number 8 couldn't understand was that even if Zhang Heng was also equipped with a heat detector, how could he know the movements of so many people so accurately? At the same time, he could come and go as if he was not affected by the smoke at all.
And at this time, he also realized that it wasn't a surprise that he was the only one among the three emergency response team members who survived until the end. Compared to No.2 and No.3, he had been shot by a sniper rifle twice before. His skills and mobility were reduced, which was why Zhang Heng left him at the end. But the question was, how did the other party identify everyone clearly in the thick smoke?
Coupled with the previous failures of No.6 and No.9, Number 8 even began to doubt the entire operation tonight. At this point, he had no choice but to accept the result of his failure.
Number 8 wanted to retreat, but before he could speak, the next moment, the gunshot rang again.
This time, the gunshot was obviously not a recording. Number 8 could hear that the person who fired the shot was nearby, and he was moving at high speed. So, Number 8 immediately began to fire back at the place where the gunshot came from. At first, he felt a little strange. From Zhang Heng's previous attacks, he could see that the latter's goal had always been clear.
Logically speaking, after No.2 and No.3 were gone, the most valuable target should be him. However, Zhang Heng's shot just now wasn't aimed at him. Soon, Number 8 thought of something, and his nerves tensed up again.
He already knew what Heng's target was!
— Heat Detector!
Before entering the castle, they were equipped with a total of three heat detectors. In a smoke-filled environment, these things were equivalent to their eyes. Needless to say, Zhang Heng had already taken away the one on No. 2. Now, there were only two left. No, there was only one left. Zhang Heng must have killed another police officer with a heat detector.
No. 8 made a prompt decision. He didn't want anyone to pick up the heat detector anymore. He directly commanded the remaining people to keep shooting while retreating out of the castle.
This time, Zhang Heng didn't play any tricks. Relying on the excellent vision provided by the Filter Lens, he quickly weaved through the rain of bullets. Every time he raised his hand and pulled the trigger, a life would be taken away. He was like the Grim Reaper wielding his scythe.
In contrast, his opponents could only rely on their senses and hearing to fight back. The only one who could pose a threat to Zhang Heng was No.8. However, Zhang Heng had to be careful of stray bullets, so he didn't push too hard.
Even so, after No.8 left the castle and counted the people around him, he found that only six of the thirty people who entered the castle were left.
No.8 no longer expected to rely on these people to kill Zhang Heng. After that, he ordered the remaining six people to spread out and look for cover. At the same time, he kept an eye on the entrance of the castle, not letting Zhang Heng come out. After that, he used the excuse of asking for backup to sneak out of the castle while the others were not paying attention.
Now, No.8's goal had changed from killing Zhang Heng to saving his own life. Not long after he left, he heard gunshots behind him again. No.8 didn't stop running. In his eyes, those federal police officers were cannon fodder and expendable for this operation. Since they failed to surround Zhang Heng earlier, it was a good idea to buy time for him to escape.
However, the gunshots only lasted for less than two minutes before they ended.
Number 8 was a little regretful, but he also knew that the gap in strength between the two sides was too wide. Such a result was not unexpected to him. At the same time, it also sounded the alarm for Number 8, causing him to speed up again from his original speed. He even forgot about his broken ribs and turned into a cheetah.
On the other side, after Zhang Heng killed the last federal police officer, he realized that No.8 had escaped. However, he wasn't in a hurry. He threw away the pistol in his hand, turned around, and returned to the second floor. He opened the window on the south side, placed the Barrett on it, and aimed at the figure in the distance that was about to become a small black dot.
Zhang Heng didn't rush to shoot. Instead, he adjusted his breathing, felt the wind speed and direction again, and then held the sniper rifle in his hand again.
At this time, the distance between the two had reached 2,300 meters, out of the range of the Barrett. No.8 breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down a little, and prepared to run in the direction of the gate.
However, the moment he turned around and looked behind him, Zhang Heng, who was 2,300 meters away, finally pulled the trigger in his hand.
The next moment, No.8's body flew backward again, but this time, he was not as lucky as the previous two times. Although the bulletproof vest was still not penetrated, the huge impact caused his already broken ribs to stab into his lungs.
Number 8 did not die immediately. He lay in front of the burger shop, trying to get up and continue running. The powerful sniping skills Zhang Heng displayed had completely destroyed his courage, making him feel fear. He could no longer think of fighting against Zhang Heng. All he wanted to do was run faster and faster. However, he soon realized that he could no longer stand up from the ground. At the same time, it became more and more difficult for him to breathe.
No.8 gasped for air, reaching his hand to his waist, trying to take out the emergency medical injection inside. However, his vision was getting blurrier and blurrier. If someone was beside him, they would see that his whole face had turned red, and his veins were bulging. This was a sign of hypoxia.
In the end, the emergency medical injection in No.8's hand fell to the ground, and his body stopped moving after a few spasms.
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