The Xueyu unit's counterattack started when Ye Jian fired the bullet.
In her night-vision gear, she saw a man directly in front of her turn his phone outward as if he were talking to someone. He let the caller hear how fierce the sound of bullets was on their side.
They were just carrying submachine guns, not machine guns, let alone heavy weapons. Yet they really thought they'd succeed in suppressing the firepower.
Heh, arrogant and conceited!
Being arrogant and conceited on the battlefield would cause them to die!
Ye Jian smiled. Although it was beautiful, it was chilling.
Bang!
This gunshot merged with the high-frequency gunfire. It was not abrupt at all, nor did it immediately attract attention.
The man who was shot in the head held the phone in his right hand and lay motionless on the damp rock. Red and white liquid trickled slowly from the hole in his head and into his dark eyes. Then, it slowly ran down his face, completely hiding the conceited look on his face.
