The deadly silent snowy canyon was shrouded in mystery. An armed helicopter lay motionless on the snow, its wreckage scattered everywhere. The fuselage was ablaze, the rotor blades dug into the snow, emitting an air of desolation, like a hero in twilight. The gray dusk was steeped in slaughter and the scent of blood. The biting cold wind howled, lifting snowflakes into swirling flights; amidst the desolate, bloody night, endless danger lurked.
After taking out one target, Luo Zheng quickly observed the last target through the sniper scope, only to find the enemy retreating, startling him momentarily. Realizing their intention to flee, he roared angrily, grabbing his sniper rifle without hesitation and leapt out of the cover, charging forward.
