My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 958: Every Shot Hits Its Mark

Night falls, and inside the stronghold, lights blaze as members of the Wild Alliance at each shooting point are ready for battle, as if the enemy were about to arrive, fully prepared to strike.

Outside the stronghold in the open area, the lights are equally bright, illuminating the night as if it were day.

Ye Fan made a simple adjustment to the stronghold’s defense and devised several plans for Ku Eryue to personally command, ensuring thorough preparation.

At this moment, Ku Eryue continues the final rehearsal, issuing orders through the headset to any person or combat group.

"Will Jonard really come?" Nami asked, uncertain.

Ye Fan affirmed, "He will definitely come. Jonard is threatening the Wild Alliance to draw me out of Huaxia, and since he hasn’t revealed his hiding place, it’s because he doesn’t want me to find him. He’s sure to attack first, using overwhelming strength to crush the Wild Alliance, establish his statement, and then target me to demonstrate his power. After all, the Ninth Hunting Squadron, to which Jonard belongs, is formidable, with many strong fighters. With such power, would Jonard consider anything else?"

"I’ve already informed the emergency forces to prepare for battle. Once the enemy emerges, they’ll strike," Nami said with anticipation and eagerness. She was ordered by Kasam to assist Ye Fan, not alone, but with Ba Country’s military ready to mobilize at any time. As Ba Country’s second-in-command, her power and status were naturally very high.

As expected, the emergency forces were stationed nearby, ready to quickly engage.

On the wilderness hill west of the stronghold, trees were sparse, and shadows spread around in the darkness.

This group was none other than the entire Ninth Hunting Squadron under Jonard’s command.

The core stronghold of the Wild Alliance was positioned between two cities, in a desolate place, with roads leading to each city in front and behind. Building the stronghold in such a place was the best choice.

Jonard cast a sinister glance toward the direction of the stronghold and the lights shining in the darkness and sneered, "If I personally venture, it would be like autumn leaves swept away by the wind, leveling the stronghold, slaughtering the ants, and finally capturing Ye Fan. If the organization didn’t insist on capturing Ye Fan alive, I’d certainly kill him to add a significant achievement to my record."

"Sir, the organization sent word, advising caution. The Elders suggest Ye Fan should not be underestimated," Jebson cautiously reminded.

"What’s there to worry about? I think those Elders are overly concerned. With the might of my Ninth Hunting Squadron, we are an unbeatable force in Ba Country. Even killing the leaders of Kasam, Yahward, and Lani’s factions would be straightforward, traversing Ba Country back and forth effortlessly," Jonard spoke confidently.

However, his words conveyed sheer confidence, not merely because of the six Human Body Limit fighters at his disposal, but even the hundred other members were formidable. Each one rivaled Ku Eryue in combat power levels, illustrating how strong they were. Jonard’s disregard for Ye Fan and his team was thus understandable.

"Indeed, sir speaks the truth. Wherever the sir goes, no one can withstand him. Dealing with Ye Fan is almost beneath him," a Human Body Limit fighter earnestly praised.

"Act according to the original plan. Each of you take a force and block the two roads leading to the stronghold. Kill everyone trying to flee or rescue. Inside the stronghold, there are tanks — can’t let a single person escape. Attack Kasam’s armed force, disrupt communications, kill the leader. The rest of us will attack the stronghold. Tonight, let’s have a killing spree, relish in a slaughter, wipe out everyone, and establish the Ninth Hunting Squadron’s renown with the blood of our enemies," Jonard instructed, pointing out for three Human Body Limit fighters to block the two roads and encompass Nami’s emergency forces within their attack range.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The three Human Body Limit fighters went off to work, each taking ten members.

By Jonard’s side were three Human Body Limit fighters and seventy members.

"After taking out the lights, advance swiftly along the two roads leading straight to the stronghold. Jebson, you approach from the flank. Once you break through even a little, you can blossom from the center, dismantle the stronghold’s resistance, and eliminate all enemies. Remember, there are mines on the advancement route; be extremely careful not to die from a mine blast. We’ll intensify attacks from the sides to attract firepower, minimizing the pressure on you," Jonard issued a series of orders.

Jebson and the three each took their orders and went off to work, each bringing twenty people, while ten others lay dormant in the darkness, aiming at the lights around the stronghold.

By Jonard’s side, not a single subordinate was left. He sniffed, seeming to smell the impending scent of blood, his face flushed with joy.

Viewing the stronghold with a night-vision scope, his smile was filled with cruelty and brutality.

Once the attack teams on all three sides of the stronghold were ready, Jonard coldly instructed, "Let’s begin, and annihilate everyone in one fell swoop."

The battle began.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!!!

The first ten snipers fired, bullets spewing from gun barrels, and amidst the flare of muzzle flash, bullets shot from different angles, directly targeting the lamps.

Every shot hit its target, ten bullets all succeeded.

The ten lamps shattered in crackling bursts and sparking arcs, leaving them defunct.

The lights outside the stronghold dimmed significantly.

Then came another round of bullets, and with the buzzing of the void and the lamps’ demise, the lights dimmed even further.

After firing twice, the ten snipers swiftly changed their positions to prevent exposure after attacking.

They struck first to catch the enemy off guard but remained vigilant, relocating post each firing round and not lingering in the same spot.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!!"

"Enemy attack!!!"

Wild Alliance members within the stronghold awoke as if from a dream, quickly regaining composure, rushing into battle mode, vigilant as they faced forward, hands gripping triggers, covering their shooting zones under their gun barrels.

Having all been battle-hardened, they hadn’t immediately detected the approaching enemy, underscoring the enemy’s prowess, starkly contrasting their disparity.