Under the night sky, a black figure dashed swiftly, casting a long shadow across the snow, resembling a cheetah sprinting at high speed. Yet, the people trailing him were not simple either, persistently following, totaling ten, fanned out in a semi-circle. Perhaps because they intended to capture him alive, there was no gunfire. Luo Zheng coldly observed this scene, watching the running figure through the sniper scope—it was Shadow. Looking at the people chasing behind, he didn't recognize a single one, but they were well-equipped, each exuding a killing intent, clearly not good people.
Luo Zheng couldn't understand why Shadow would bring people here, wasn't he afraid of encountering the enemy? Or did he encounter an ambush on the retreat path, with no escape route, so they had to come this way? Luo Zheng did not fire, calmly observing the approaching enemies, thinking. Seeing no pursuers behind them, he suddenly realized that Shadow intended for him to eliminate these people.
