Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 1912 - 1977: The Sharpshooter Worthy of Awe

This slap was considered a minor episode. Li Yifei slipped away, found a car to crawl into and sleep, while Sophia sat on the slope, occasionally reaching back to touch her buttocks, seemingly still feeling a bit unusual. It wasn’t painful or itchy, just awkward.

Even without a night watch, Sophia was destined to have a sleepless night tonight. After all, it was Li Yifei’s drunken pat that caused it.

The next day, Li Yifei and the others prepared themselves completely. Everyone set off together according to the plan; today was the day for the attack. However, they weren’t in a rush since after Mig drank last night, he promised Li Yifei that there were still five drone missiles that hadn’t been launched.

These five were originally unplanned, but thanks to Li Yifei’s actions last night, Mig materialized these five small drone-borne missiles as his cost, on the condition that Li Yifei, as he claimed, was simply here for revenge, and would leave after dealing with the organization’s personnel.

The group split up to act. Mig had fully deployed. These drone-borne missiles were small, but their explosion power was tremendous. The efficacy had already been tested yesterday, not only being able to destroy ground targets but also capable of damaging areas underground as deep as five meters or even deeper if equipped with specific warheads.

The missiles that were previously deployed were within the agreed consumption, budgeted for. However, today’s five were beyond budget. To use them, one would need to report to higher-ups and possibly get approval from the supreme military command.

Only with Mig, who held considerable authority in the forces, could Li Yifei’s conditions be met. Otherwise, it would be impossible for anyone else.

Muhan’s Revenge Organization waited all night, remained vigilant throughout, but things stayed calm. Many had complaints from staying up all night. As dawn broke, many couldn’t even eat, preferring to catch up on sleep. A few leaders assumed it was unlikely there’d be an attack during daylight, considering they’d retaliate fiercely if the opposition dared approach, and their robust weapons certainly had the enemy at a great disadvantage. So, they ordered their subordinates to rest to ensure they were alert during the night.

The assumption was correct, but little did they dream that the Americans, who had secretly supported them all along, allowing their growth, even providing armament, would suddenly change their stance. It was even their missiles being launched.

It was a huge miscalculation by the organization’s leaders. Having endured the night, they too wished for rest, retreating to their underground bunkers for a nap. Meanwhile, two of the most advanced drones took off from a US military base, swiftly reaching the targeted area, hovering high above, awaiting command.

At the same time, Li Yifei and his group arrived at the target region. The path was unobstructed, checkpoints already dismantled. With the Americans leading the way, the journey was consequently secure, avoiding even landmines.

Li Yifei was accompanied by Mig, who remained cautious of Li Yifei. If feasible, Mig planned to escort Li Yifei clear out of the border. Li Yifei understood this unspoken agreement, knowing that having him as an escort enhanced their safety.

At ten in the morning, Li Yifei and Mig discarded their cigarettes before boarding their respective vehicles, issuing combat preparation orders to all personnel. Five minutes later, their vehicles roared to life, speedily bearing down on the target camp.

At ten-twenty, Muhan’s Revenge Organization’s outpost suddenly noticed an intrusion of people, hurriedly reporting back to the camp. Inside, many were asleep. The abrupt alarm startled them awake, groggy from sleep. The leaders, upon receiving reports, quickly convened in the meeting room to aggregate the received information, realizing they were besieged from four directions now, with enemy numbers exceeding two hundred.

Damn it, the leaders’ eyes glowed fiercely, desperate to mobilize weapons and slaughter these foes.

All Muhan’s Revenge Organization soldiers gathered to receive weapons, listening closely to the rousing and threatening words from the leaders.

Right then, several kilometers away, Mig spoke into the mouthpiece by his ear, "Locate the targets, fire."

A few seconds later, a response came through the headset. The drone’s reconnaissance device had detected the enemy. The two drones swooped down from the clouds, aiming for the densest crowd, launching airborne missiles. The whistling of missiles piercing the air was heard as they detached from the drones, hurtling towards the cluster below at tremendous speed.

In under a minute, several missiles descended. The people below looked up sharply, noticing the missile traces too late to react. The missiles struck down, erupting sky-high mushroom clouds, obliterating any people and structures within range, the central heat instantly vaporizing many.

All five missiles fell, igniting five blazes,

Under normal circumstances, these five small missiles wouldn’t serve such a grand function. They’d kill some but not so many. However, just moments ago, the leaders had gathered everyone for orders. With such a large gathering, the surprise missile launch meant even those who noticed couldn’t escape, perishing instantaneously.

Of course, there were survivors, those whom debris grazed, or those agile enough to escape upon sensing danger and ran for their lives, thus narrowly surviving. These individuals had little chance to rejoice as they soon faced ground attacks; enemies seemed to surge from all sides, swiftly encircling them.

The rattling of continuous gunfire enveloped them, with bullets showering down indiscriminately. Their frontline was under full suppression, worsened by the enemy snipers’ deadly precision, picking off any exposed targets instantly.

Inside armored vehicles, Li Yifei and Mig were in a shoot-off; both wielded Barretts. Needless to say, these heavy sniper rifles packed an unbelievable punch, with an effective range of one to two kilometers, long, large bullets and exceptional penetration. The soil walls of the terrorists’ homes were easily pierced, rendering them unsafe.

The two competed vigorously, their vehicles in motion, without slowing their trigger fingers. Once within range, Li Yifei and Mig unleashed continuous fire, ammo clips seamlessly swapped by dedicated personnel, gun smoke streaming nonstop from the extended barrels, gunshots pounding consistently.

Li Yifei’s brought team lost themselves; expecting arduous combat, they hadn’t predicted Golden Eagle’s pervasive abilities in enlisting the Americans, securing their aid and drone bombing. This unforeseen assistance overwhelmed them.

With victory seemingly in their grasp, how could anyone hold back? Even Ayurhan’s men were equally maddened. The opponent was Muhan’s Revenge, a massive, daunting organization, and it had been dispatched with such ease. Eyeing the remaining enemies within, these men didn’t just see it as a payday but were resolute in exacting vengeance.

They charged forth, as Li Yifei and Mig’s results emerged from their contest. Within ten minutes, Li Yifei fired over thirty bullets, successfully sniping twenty targets, while Mig lagged, hitting ten despite shooting fifty rounds—five shots to hit one versus Li Yifei’s two out of every three—this hit rate was frightening.

Upon learning the outcome, Mig inhaled deeply, then sighed profoundly, realizing Li Yifei had exceeded him again in marksmanship. In terms of gun skills, Mig trumped Satan; therefore, not only was Mig outmatched by Li Yifei one-on-one but also fell behind Satan. His shooting was leagues apart.

This was an unreachable disparity, a true distance even if Satan committed to daily rigorous practice, firing a thousand bullets he could never equal Li Yifei. This wasn’t achievable through mere practice, especially with long-range sniping demands routinely executed during motion—a feat beyond human capability.

Cradling the sniper rifle, Mig muttered, "So, there are true gun gods after all."

His hands, indeed his entire body, trembled, weakened, and ached from recoil and stock vibrations. Even firing two consecutive shots could ruin a novice, much less fifty; Mig had truly pushed his limits trying to win.

With these two monsters’ long-distance suppression, the already scattered enemies were further terrified, abandoning defense and fleeing blindly to the back mountain. However, compared to their original numbers, these escaping were few.

A bombing wave along with suppressive fire had eliminated nearly everyone. Yet, a few leaders somehow survived, hiding briefly in underground bunkers, preparing to flee once the missile hail ceased.

Amongst average terrorists, escape is a preordained lesson, often necessary. For Muhan’s Revenge Organization leaders, they hadn’t fled for a while, seldom this disgracefully as they drifted across borders for profit.

This time was severely dire; they remained clueless as to their aggressor’s identity but suspected US involvement due to the missiles alone. On this land, only the Americans had the audacity; no other country’s forces extended this far, especially with missile deployment.

Despite losing a few during the escape, the leaders hastened up the mountain, heading for an escape route behind. From the initial bombing strike, they understood this was a serious assault, beyond contestation. However, Li Yifei and others allowed no deliberation—quickly decimating most.