316: Chapter 305: The Dust Settles 316: Chapter 305: The Dust Settles Song Yun instantly rushed to the left, leaning next to Iron Bucket and incessantly firing towards the sniper.
Perhaps feeling attacked, the sniper quickly shifted his focus from the main battlefield to Song Yun.
Song Yun continuously sought cover, knowing he had to be cautious since the area was so open.
He surveyed his surroundings from behind an abandoned truck and realized that moving forward would mean entering a barren land with no buildings for protection.
Song Yun took a deep breath and adjusted himself to the limit, then suddenly dashed towards a small house about ten meters away.
The sniper, seeing Song Yun’s figure approaching, switched his sniper rifle and shot at Song Yun’s body.
Song Yun quickly changed direction, moving in an “S” pattern towards the enemy.
After missing with the first shot, the sniper fired two more shots at Song Yun.
“Damn it, it’s a semi-auto sniper rifle,” Song Yun cursed internally.
If it were a bolt-action sniper rifle, it would be one thing, but a semi-automatic could keep firing as long as it was loaded.
At this point, Song Yun was almost cursing out loud, cursing Da Long’s ancestors in his mind.
He could only fire two shots back and then swiftly retreated.
Seeing the remaining glass on the abandoned truck, Song Yun forcefully tore off a large piece.
Calculating angles, he turned the glass and the sniper was suddenly hit by a glaring reflection, causing him intense eye pain.
“Damn, reflection,” the sniper muttered, rubbing his eyes affected by the bright light.
Once his vision cleared and he looked down, his target had vanished.
Taking advantage of the reflection, Song Yun had swiftly made his way to the side of the house.
Though the building was about four meters tall and accessible by an internal route to the roof, Song Yun didn’t plan to be an easy target.
He inspected the protrusions on the exterior, climbing up like a parkour athlete using the bumps and ledges.
The sniper waited at the roof access for Song Yun, but when another flash of light hit him, he didn’t even have time to close his eyes, leaving him temporarily blinded.
As the sniper suspected something ominous, a gun was suddenly pressed against his forehead, sending a cold sweat down his spine.
He didn’t dare make any sudden moves, puzzled how the target had dodged his shots.
A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes to see a mocking Song Yun looking back at him.
“Who…
who are you?”
“Me?
Don’t you know who I am?
Aren’t I your target today?” Song Yun playfully pointed the gun at the sniper’s head and smiled, “Do you want to die or live?”
“I want to live,” the sniper said straightforwardly.
“Then snipe at Panlong’s men.
If I see you hurt any of our men, you’re dead,” Song Yun said coldly.
“Understood,” the sniper replied, swallowing hard.
Due to the intense battle below, Da Long didn’t notice the sniper had switched sides.
Suddenly, an explosion rattled his close aide’s head, making Da Long swiftly use the body as a shield, cursing the bullet’s unseen origin.
Had Song Yun anticipated the current situation and set up a sniper to ambush him?
Bang!
He felt the corpse in front of him continuously hit by gunfire, which was very suspicious.
Da Long threw his cellphone up only for it to be shot mid-air.
Damn, someone was targeting him—a sniper, it seemed.
And since the casualties on the opposing side seemed to have stopped, this sniper must be one of his own men.
Upon realizing this, Da Long nearly panicked.
Was the sniper a fool?
Why target his own men?
Da Long thought for a moment, not suspecting the sniper’s loyalty, but perhaps he had been killed.
Nonetheless, this didn’t alter the fact that the sniper’s target was him.
Da Long carefully used his dead aide as a shield and inched towards the back door, hoping to escape.
Once the leader left, his men wouldn’t fight to the death without him.
Meanwhile, Panlong’s men searched in vain for their leader, while their comrades were being precisely targeted by the sniper, causing widespread panic.
“We surrender, no more fighting, we surrender!” a burly man kneeling on the ground shouted.
Once one yielded, the idea spread quickly, and soon all of Panlong’s men knelt, waiting for Shura Alliance’s decision.
“Panlong’s men have surrendered,” the sniper said, retracting his weapon.
“Then you can die too.”
“But didn’t you say you’d spare my life?” the sniper retorted with a trace of venom, firing several shots towards where Song Yun was standing, only to find no one there.
“Now do you understand why you must die?” A dagger hovered at his throat.
Before he could beg for mercy, his throat was slit, and blood bubbled profusely.
Limping, Song Yun, holding the semi-auto rifle, approached the battlefield.
Iron Bucket rushed to support him, laughing, “Boss, I knew you were the toughest.”
“Get me to the hospital quick,” Song Yun collapsed, having lost too much blood from a gunshot through his calf.
Although a cloth had initially stemmed the bleeding, his vigorous rolling and intense movements had torn the wound open, drenching his lower body in blood.
In the hospital, Li Yueyue watched anxiously as Song Yun lay on the bed while Wang Hu, Iron Bucket, and Meng Ku sat on a nearby sofa, waiting for him to wake up.
“Today’s event was my fault.
I really didn’t know they had an ambush set up.
If I had known, I wouldn’t have let the boss risk it, even if it meant slowly taking over the markets,” Wang Hu said through clenched teeth.
“It’s okay, today’s fault lies with Da Long.
Have you guys sent people to find him?” Meng Ku asked, covered in blood; he had stopped a truck from entering the battlefield by taking down several men armed with sub-machine guns.
As they concluded their conversation, the cleanup after the fierce battle began.