A swarm of mosquitoes buzzed around Qi Taiguo, his face painfully itchy and swollen from bites, yet he still endured it without moving, lying prone in the bushes, eyes fixed ahead.
Sssshhh.
Whether it was the sound of leaves blown by the wind or something else, Qi Taiguo's gaze suddenly sharpened. Through the night vision goggles, with the lightest of movements, he pulled the trigger toward a big tree.
The training exercise used mock bullets; they couldn't kill, but getting hit on the body would still hurt.
A barely audible curse sounded, and Qi Taiguo's lips curled slightly; he had hit the target.
The opponent seemed unwilling to fall behind and fired two shots back in his direction, but they missed Qi Taiguo.
However, Qi Taiguo dared not take it lightly. Everyone said Wan Zhisen was a skilled sniper; if he was feigning weakness to draw him out, wouldn't he be falling into a trap?
