My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 960: Stalemate

In Zone One, three of the five snipers at the front of the outpost were taken down; now, the remaining two snipers have entered sniper mode, lying on the ground, clutching their rifles, aiming the cold gun barrels at the front.

Ye Fan turned his gun around, locking onto a target.

Decisively, he fired, blasting a target’s head, accompanied by an explosion of red and white matter in the dark night, killing instantly.

The other sniper remained completely unaware of the death of his four comrades; yet another bullet took care of the remaining threat.

And just like that, all five snipers in Zone One were dead.

During this time, even though they executed certain evasion maneuvers, it was all in vain.

Ye Fan ruthlessly sniped; these five snipers were caught unprepared, and given the distance between them, they were unaware of their comrades’ deaths. In an instant, five mighty warriors became cold corpses.

Ye Fan swiftly moved again, casting his lethal intent over the five snipers in Zone Five.

At this moment, members of Hunting Team Nine advancing in groups of three with iron shields were about thirty meters from the outpost. This distance was already very close; a counterattack must be made immediately. The hunting team members cannot get any closer, or it will be dangerous.

"Zone One and Zone Five, area shooting, take care not to expose all fire points," Ku Eryue issued the order.

Suddenly, gunfire exploded like thunder in the pitch-black night, with each bullet containing a razor-sharp aura ripping through the space, rushing straight for the target.

Shell casings jumped, bullets angrily shot, breaking the silence within a ten-mile radius with their roar.

The night is no longer silent, as the rampaging killing intent dances violently.

On the road in front of Zone One, the first group of three first encountered a thunderous assault, with the thickened special metal iron shield gradually deforming as bullets rained down upon it. It’s not just one bullet landing on the iron shield per second, but dozens, along with their lethality and force, crashing into the iron shield.

Bullets from the heavy machine guns did not initially pierce the iron shield, indicating just how tough and sharp it is.

However, the group of three could no longer advance; the impact of the bullets blocked their progress.

Thump, Thump, Thump!!!

The sound, crisp like muffled thunder and deep like a drum, exploded when bullets struck the iron shield, heavy as iron.

The iron shield blocked bullet penetration but couldn’t stop the impact force, and the two shield-bearers in the group of three sweated profusely, their footsteps continually moving backward, trying to offload some of the force. The more they moved back, the faster they retreated. Under the battering of bullets, even if these two had the strength to overturn a small vehicle, they could not withstand the current surge of force.

"Damn it, those bastards born of dogs, how do they have heavy machine guns? Damn, with such weapons, as long as there are enough bullets, they could bring down concrete buildings; damn, it’s too despicable and treacherous. If a bullet landed on us, flesh and bone would turn to pulp, undoubtedly fatal. Without eliminating the threat of heavy weapons, imagining storming the outpost would be a pipe dream. Even the fury of bullets coming from this small area is frightening, at least six heavy machine guns are firing; considering the whole outpost, how many heavy machine guns must there be?"

"Where are those sons of bitches snipers? Weren’t they supposed to assist us, taking out the fire power? Why is there no damn movement? Are they just going to watch us turn into corpses?"

The group’s three men felt fear striking their hearts, angrily cursing relentlessly. They were rare among strong men, in direct combat with the wild alliance members inside the outpost, any one of them could pull out and kill a hundred wild alliance members. But moving forward under gunfire was like gambling with their lives. As warriors, there’s nothing more frustrating than dying under a hail of bullets, dying by the hands of these small vermin.

But what can anger do?

Their current situation allows no complaints.

If it weren’t for the toughness of the iron shield, probably, they’d have died without leaving a complete corpse. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Yet even so, the iron shield is gradually deforming, likely not to sustain much longer.

On the road in Zone One, the first group of three encountered concentrated firing, while the second group of three faced intimidation from two firing points. But even so, it frightened the second group as well; let alone the predicament of the first group.

At this moment, the three in the first group, like a wooden boat in a storm, could be torn to pieces at any moment.

Behind the attacking group, the Human Body Limit strongman responsible for attacking Zone One’s demeanor was terrifyingly gloomy, roaring, "Where are the snipers? Where are our snipers? Knock out the fire points now! Must we let them die at the hands of those vermin?"

Faced with his questioning and wrath, those around him remained silent. This Human Body Limit strongman is their leader; if the leader doesn’t understand, how could they possibly get a clue?

No wonder this Human Body Limit strongman was so angry; seeing the attack group’s situation worrying, how could he not be anxious? His men are all precious resources; losing even one hurts deeply.

Hunting Team Nine launched an attack on a small outpost, and if there were casualties, how could Hunting Team Nine maintain face? It’s something no one could accept.

Thus, ensuring zero casualties is the principle Hunting Team Nine upholds.

If this strongman were to learn that all five snipers in Zone One were dead, he’d surely be furious enough to vomit blood. The death of these five elites pained him beyond imagination.

In Zone One, six heavy machine guns locked onto the first attack group, while two heavy machine guns targeted the second attack group. Yet, after continuous combat and firing so many bullets, not a single person was killed, but Ye Fan eliminated five snipers with five bullets, which could suggest many underlying issues.

"Master, what’s going on? The snipers assisting us in targeting the fire points have vanished. Did they lose their way? After knocking out the lights, did they get lost and unable to find their bearings?" This Human Body Limit strongman contacted Jonard, complaining.

"You’re the frontline commander; why are you asking me about such petty things? I only watch the action; apart from being interested in Ye Fan, don’t bother me with trivial matters. If you’re incompetent, just admit it, don’t make excuses," Jonard chastised irritably.