Chapter 132 The Bullet Vanishing Technique

He didn't say anything to thank me, nor did he leave any last words.

He was originally adopted by the Zhu family couple in the war zone. Over the years, the allowances they had saved were always kept by Madam Zhu. If he were to die, the pension would be given to the relative listed in the records, which only had one name on it: Madam Zhu. This was his final act of filial piety.

Now, all he has to do is risk his life to give the two elderly people a way to survive.

This is his responsibility, and it is also his petition.

Wu Liu knew that with the two old men's combat experience and strength, leaving behind this sentence was enough. After saying that, he turned sideways and prepared to rush out from behind.

He could die, but not blindly; he wanted to do everything in his power to give the two elderly people the greatest hope.

"Wu Liu, come back!"

Instead of heading towards the source of the gunfire, Bai Nuo quickly moved eastward to the mountainside, using the images transmitted back from the trees to find the most suitable vantage point.

He crouched on one knee among the branches of a towering tree, pulled out an M200 sniper rifle with his backhand, its 2286-meter range more than enough.

The system was completely stunned when its host took out that camouflage sniper rifle.

Why would such a lethal weapon exist in space?

Something's not right!

At the same time, Bai Nuo pointed his gun at several people hiding in the woods near the roadside.

Calling out names one by one!

"Bang!"

A man who was completely covered up suddenly froze, and the next second he fell from the tree, with bright red blood slowly flowing from a hole in the back of his head.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the instant the man fell to the ground, a tiny blade of grass slowly moved, burrowed into the bloody hole, dug out the bullet, and quickly rolled it back into the ground.

On the other side, Wu Liu was pulled back by Zhu Dadao. Before he could even speak, a muffled sound came from the opposite forest.

Something's not right!

Yu Guosheng raised his hand to help Zhu Dadao hold down Wu Liu, his brows furrowed, and turned his head to look at the opposite mountain forest.

One person died!

"Is someone helping us?"

Zhu Dadao's eyes lit up, and he immediately punched Wu Liu on the head: "You little brat, stay put and don't move without my orders, or your godmother will beat you up when we get back."

"yes!"

Soldiers obey orders without question. Even though Wu Liu wanted to sacrifice himself to give the two elderly people a chance to live, he dared not move under his commander's orders.

Bai Nuo's gun was equipped with a special silencer, so the people at the foot of the mountain could not hear any noise. After the second person also fell to the ground, the people who were lying in ambush in the woods at the foot of the mountain finally panicked.

"Something's not right, there's a gunman."

"It's a sniper!"

"Baka, you bastard, the intelligence was wrong, find the sniper... bang!"

The little girl in the mountains, kneeling on one knee among the branches, held a green camouflage sniper rifle. Her eyes gleamed with a sinister green light as she watched the figures flashing rapidly at the foot of the mountain. Her finger on the trigger did not hesitate for a moment. Her warm red lips moved slightly as she read out numbers. One by one, the people lying in ambush at the foot of the mountain fell to the ground.

"five!"

"Bang!"

"eight!"

"Bang!

"Damn it, mission failed, retreat now."

"Nine!"

"Bang!"

"The last one, go to hell! Ten!"

"Bang!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl in the tree put away her sniper rifle, her red lips slightly upturned, and she looked coldly down the mountain. The leaves swayed slightly, as if celebrating for their owner.

Like a mountain fairy, the girl was cute and petite, with fair skin and a delicate, adorable face that was exceptionally beautiful.

But who could have imagined that this seemingly elfin little girl, wielding a sniper rifle, would silently take ten lives?

"There's no sound!" Wu Liu frowned, his expression even more somber than before.

He was certain that they hadn't sent any extra people to secretly protect their leader, and Old Yu hadn't had anyone secretly follow them when they went out.

However, how could someone who could assassinate ten assassins in just a few minutes be an ordinary person?

Moreover, he didn't hear a single gunshot.

Wu Liu carefully observed the situation from the shadows, and after confirming that there was no sound of breathing coming from the other side, he rushed over and entered the forest, where he clearly saw the person lying on the ground.

"Commander, you and Elder Yu should stay here. I need to investigate."

"be safe!"

"yes!"

Wu Liu quickly investigated along the traces and finally found all ten corpses. After confirming that there were no other ambushes, he walked towards the mound.

"All the assassins are dead. The wounds appear to be gunshot wounds, but there are no bullets inside."

"How is this possible!" Yu Guosheng exclaimed in shock, standing up abruptly and striding towards the other side.

"Be careful," Zhu Dadao said, running after him with concern.

“They’re obviously one of our own, but we don’t know their identities.” Yu Guosheng waved his hand without any concern.

At their most critical moment, the man suddenly appeared and silently killed ten assassins, but made no move against the three of them. Whoever the man was, it was certain that he was on their side.

"Could it be one of Fang Xiaoer's men?" Yu Guosheng suddenly thought of Fang Meng, who was lurking in the Qishui Brigade.

He did know a little about Fang Meng's unit. It was the elite of the elite, a small but powerful and mysterious force comprised of only the best of the best.

He racked his brains, and the only thing he could think of was that Fang Meng had such a powerful army.

But what about the bullets?

Where did the bullets go?