Chapter 509: Mercenary’s Forbidden Zone

Chapter 509: Mercenary’s Forbidden Zone (Update 2)

P City, at an obscure high vantage point.

A twenty-millimeter large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle, about the same size as the one Xiao Yu carries on his back, is set up here.

Its muzzle is fixed on Xiao Yu!

A white sniper wears a cold, emotionless smile.

Through his scope, he clearly sees the expression on Xiao Yu’s face.

He mocks, ‘The soldiers of this country are nothing special. In the mercenary world, I’ve taken out a hundred of this trash already!’

This white sniper appears to be in his thirties.

Yet his eyes reveal a calm, bloodless disregard for life.

Only a true killing machine could maintain such composure and precision.

There’s also a barely contained, burning madness and cruelty simmering beneath his demeanor.

As the mercenary team’s acknowledged top sniper,

no ordinary human movement or instinct can escape his well-calculated judgment.

And he is supremely confident.

At this moment, a light squeeze of the trigger would turn Xiao Yu, seen through the scope, into nothing more than a corpse.

And he is about to do just that.

Just as the white sniper is about to pull the trigger for the 487th time,

he suddenly freezes.

He sees a pair of eyes staring coldly at him.

Those eyes feel like laser beams burning his neck.

But that’s not all; as he locks onto those eyes,

he also notices an anti-materiel sniper rifle materialize in Xiao Yu’s hand, raised and aimed straight at him.

Without hesitation, the horrified white sniper abandons the trigger and rolls to the ground.

Boom!

As he rolls,

he clearly sees the scope on his sniper rifle explode.

Had he hesitated even for half a second just now,

his head would have burst like a watermelon!

“This can’t be!”

The white sniper lies prone, fixated on his now-defunct sniper rifle.

That’s right—the gun is already shot to pieces.

Anyone who knows a thing about shooting understands

that the scope is the soul of every sniper rifle.

Without its soul, the rifle is dead.

Over 800 meters away—how did he spot me so quickly? The white sniper’s face is a mixture of bewilderment and disbelief.

Anyone encountering something that defies logic and science

would be utterly dumbfounded, right?

Even more confusing, as he scrambles to escape,

he can’t help but glance with his binoculars toward the direction where Xiao Yu had just been.

His expression freezes.

“Where is he?”

He quickly scans with the binoculars,

but sees nothing.

The white sniper is stunned again, his face ghostly with disbelief.

With years of battlefield experience, his entire body suddenly tenses, every hair on end as he considers one possibility:

He… has come for me!

At that moment, an icy chill run through the white sniper.

It’s as if he feels an invisible Grim Reaper, swinging a scythe, slowly drifting toward him.

No… The white sniper jumps up and dashes toward the far edge of the building.

Grabbing a rope from the rooftop, he slides rapidly down the building.

It’s a fifteen-story building, over fifty meters high.

In under ten seconds, the white sniper lands on the ground.

As he unties the rope to make his escape,

“Snap!”

he hears the sound of a lighter igniting.

The white sniper’s body stiffens, his neck slowly twisting in awkward rigidity.

Then he sees a young man lighting a cigarette.

No, it’s a terrifying soldier bristling with a full array of short-, mid-, and long-range weaponry.

What’s even more baffling to the white sniper is

(chdj)

that this terrifying soldier was clearly over 800 meters away just moments ago.

In merely ten to twenty seconds,

how did he end up right in front of him?

Science?

“Huff!”

Xiao Yu exhales a smoke ring and calmly fixes his gaze on the white sniper, now five meters from the wall corner. “You know an armed helicopter costs a fortune, and our National Security only has three. Losing one, Big Boss will definitely blame me… Let’s talk. You pay me up, and I won’t kill you. How’s that?”

White Sniper: …

He understands Chinese and catches every word Xiao Yu says.

But really, under these circumstances, is it appropriate to discuss helicopters?

You’re killing the mood!

The white sniper raises his hand.

In that instant, a pistol appears in his grip.

Bang… a knee collides with his chest.

The white sniper is sent flying, crashing into the wall.

In fact, he is practically ‘nailed’ to the wall by that knee!

As Xiao Yu retracts his leg and lands, the white sniper’s once-powerful body crumples like a heap of sludge on the ground.

“I’m a reasonable guy,”

Xiao Yu crouches beside the nearly unconscious white sniper and gently slaps his face.

Smack, smack, smack.

It doesn’t sting, but the sound is loud—clearly meant to humiliate and keep him from blacking out.

“You hit my helicopter, so now I’m coming after you.”

Xiao Yu grins slyly. “Fair enough, right?”

White Sniper: …

Recalling earlier, he had even called him trash.

Trash he could have killed a hundred times.

He never expected the slap to come back so quickly.

Earlier, he had heard a legend;

in that legend, there existed a mercenary’s forbidden zone.

Anyone who entered that zone met a gruesome death.

Last year, a mercenary squad, defying fate, accepted a mission and entered this forbidden zone.

And the result was…

This year, tempted by high commissions, he too entered this forbidden zone.

And he encountered a terrifying, monstrous soldier.

He knew his end was inevitable!

“I don’t have time to waste here with you,”

Xiao Yu locks eyes with the white sniper. “Answer me two questions: First, what is your purpose for coming to our country? Second, where is your African companion?”

The white sniper grits his teeth but stays silent.

Then a gun stock, along with the weight of his sniper rifle, falls onto the white sniper’s ankle.

Crack!

His ankle shatters, and the white sniper screams in agony.

“I said, I don’t have time, and I won’t repeat myself.”

Xiao Yu articulates every word slowly, “Got it?”