Chapter 86: Reunion
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Bang!
A gunshot sliced through the dawn horizon.
“Damn! Missed!”
Bang! Bang!
“Hurry, he’s onto us!”
After firing two shots, Shi Junqiang could do nothing but urge the Libyan woman to leave immediately. Clearly, he had failed.
Their opponent was evidently a true expert.
The moment the Russian drew the enemy’s attention, Li Changjiang had already raised his gun within the space of two breaths.
Bang! Bang!
With two quick pulls of the trigger, Shi Junqiang inevitably revealed his position.
Whoosh!
The targeting system swiftly locked onto the enemy, and Li Changjiang squeezed the trigger without hesitation—one shot fired, then he took aim again.
Whoosh—whoosh!
Thud!
Hiss—
“Damn! I’m hit! Get out of here, quick!”
Elisa pressed her lips together, silent. She knew she ought to listen to this Chinese man and leave at once, but as soon as the thought occurred, Li Changjiang’s image flashed in her mind.
No! She couldn’t leave.
To Shi Junqiang’s astonishment, Elisa swiftly shoved him aside. Two dull thuds rang out—the bullets struck exactly where he’d just been lying.
“You—”
“Shut up!”
With a dark look, Shi Junqiang was cut off by the Libyan woman. He wanted to say more, but quickly fell silent as he saw her grabbing the gun lying nearby and taking aim.
“Careful—”
Before the last word left his lips, gunfire erupted by his ear.
Bang! Bang!
Two shots, crisp and rapid. At the sound, Shi Junqiang realized her marksmanship might not be as bad as he’d imagined.
“Can you still walk? We have to leave now! Our opponent is formidable.”
After deftly dodging Li Changjiang’s bullets, Elisa had no intention of struggling further. She had witnessed firsthand the terror of a sniper—against such overwhelming power, luck alone couldn’t guarantee survival.
Shi Junqiang tried moving, but his face contorted in pain.
Hiss—
A sharp agony shot through his left shoulder, nearly forcing a cry from him.
“Damn! I can’t move, you need to go!”
Elisa frowned but ignored his words. Yet, she had no other way to ensure both their survival.
Unless—
To Shi Junqiang’s shock, the Libyan woman tore the scarf from her face and tied it to the gun’s barrel.
What the hell!
“I’d rather die than surrender! You—”
But his words were abruptly choked off, stunned as he stared at her.
Beautiful!
Absolutely stunning!
This fool was utterly captivated by Elisa’s face—cursing his own luck.
On the other side.
After three consecutive shots, Li Changjiang stayed perfectly still, his whole being silent. If not for the glint in his eyes, he could have passed for a statue.
Barely three meters away, the Russian, Nicholas, lay on the ground in agony like a dead dog. Li Changjiang worried he might be hit again.
To his surprise, Nicholas suddenly raised his hand, pointed to his right, then to Li Changjiang’s eyes.
“What?”
“Damn it, what are you saying? I can’t hear you!”
“Damn!” Nicholas was exasperated. He began to doubt whether Li Changjiang’s sharpshooting was just an illusion—how could a sniper, whose skills bordered on perfection, not understand such simple gestures?
Yet he didn’t know that Li Changjiang had never received a single day of formal military training. It would be a miracle if he recognized these signals.
By now, day had fully broken.
Li Changjiang ignored the Russian’s gestures; it was pointless to try to interpret them, better to rely on his own judgment. From the previous exchange, he concluded their opponent was not highly skilled.
As Li Changjiang peered through his sights again, the scene he saw left him both amused and perplexed.
Surrendering?
He frowned slightly but didn’t relax his guard. Nor did he fire—he waited for their next move.
Seeming to understand Li Changjiang’s intent, Elisa clenched her teeth and began to stand up, much to Shi Junqiang’s bewilderment.
Gritting his teeth against the agony in his shoulder, Shi Junqiang tackled her back to the ground.
“Damn!”
“What are you doing? This is war—war means death. This isn’t a game!”
Though a flicker of emotion passed through Elisa’s eyes, her face remained cold as ice, sending a chill through Shi Junqiang. He was momentarily speechless. People often said women with large chests lacked brains; thinking of this, he instinctively glanced at her chest as he lay atop her.
As expected!
“Have you stared enough?”
“Oh! Sorry, sorry!”
He let go.
Elisa stood up at once, her heart pounding furiously. She wasn’t stupid—she knew what her actions might bring.
Either life,
Or death.
But she also understood that rather than resist, it was better to gamble—at least then there was a fifty-fifty chance at survival. Against a sniper’s gun, they had no hope of making it out alive.
What she didn’t know was—
The moment she stood up, Li Changjiang was stunned.
Damn! It was Elisa!
Damn it!
“Nicholas—Nicholas! It’s Elisa! Damn, the shooter was Elisa!”
“What? Damn, how could that be!”
At his words, Nicholas looked as if he’d swallowed something foul. Shot by his own ally—could anything be more unlucky?
While the two men cursed their luck, on the other side, Elisa and Shi Junqiang were gripped by a desperate struggle, terrified that what awaited was not hope, but the crack of a gunshot. Just as Shi Junqiang was about to tackle Elisa again, a look of incredulous joy appeared on her face.
“Are you insane?!”
“I have to say, you’re very lucky.”
Leaving Shi Junqiang dumbfounded, Elisa tossed the words over her shoulder and started downstairs.
Not far away, Li Changjiang, supporting a black-faced Nicholas, stood watching Elisa approach. Li Changjiang nearly laughed—Nicholas seemed to be shaking with rage.
“Li!”
“Elisa!”
The furious confrontation he’d expected did not happen. Li Changjiang, feeling a surge of emotion, embraced Elisa before giving her a long, appraising look.
“Elisa, was that shooter just now you?”
Unable to hold it in, Nicholas finally blurted out the question.
“No! It was a Chinese man!”
At her words, both men looked at each other strangely.
“Damn! That bastard Chinese—where is he? I’ll kill him!”
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