Chapter 405 Sniping!
On the shelter side, a group of people had been waiting for the enemy's arrival since the morning, not daring to slack off for a moment.
When they got hungry, they ate some portable food to replenish their energy.
The food Nora prepped? was strictly for during the battle—key for replenishing Supernatural abilities.
Finally, around 1 PM, Steven's tactical goggles detected a slight movement on the snowy field.
"Everyone, attention! The enemy has appeared," Steven said through the communication device.
Everyone's eyes flashed with caution, and they quickly prepared for battle.
Especially Lily, whose fighting spirit was almost uncontrollable!
Steven's next words were, "The distance is still 3 miles."
They didn't dare to relax and had to wait for the enemy's attack.
At this moment, it was Steven's turn to fight alone.
The first to arrive were the people from Silverlake Base.
Compared to other forces, they had fewer concerns.
After all, the most important resources of Silverlake Base were the harbor and ships.
And these things couldn't be managed by outsiders who didn't understand them.
So they brought their team early, aiming to seize the best attack position.
The four forces fought independently, and no one could command the others.
But both Leonard and Megan were almost certain that their advantage was too great, and they could crush Steven with sheer strength.
So there was no need to deliberately coordinate or strategize when facing a small shelter.
The convoy slowly drove across the snowy field.
Similarly, there were a dozen modified cars, each filled with heavily armed Silverlake Base soldiers.
They wore white combat uniforms with wave symbols on their chests.
The cars were also painted white, making them hard to spot without careful observation.
When they arrived not far from Emerald Estate, they immediately saw the ice and snow barrier!
Leonard said, "It looks like the other forces haven't arrived yet. Let's stop here! First, take the advantageous terrain. That way, our cannons can hit the front of the shelter!"
His deputy, Oliver, looked through binoculars at the ice and snow barrier and couldn't help but laugh. "Ice blocks for defense? That won't help against a damn cannon. And honestly, it's gonna work in our favor—they'll never see it coming."
But Leonard didn't laugh.
Instead, he calmly said, "First, you need to understand one thing. With so few people, they could still build such a magnificent barrier. It shows that they have a powerful Psychic among them!"
Oliver laughed, "But no matter how strong the Psychic is, they can't withstand the combined attack of our four forces!"
Leonard smirked, flexing his beefy wrist. "This is a done deal—not even a real fight. But I'm curious about the folks in that shelter. If they survive, I might just recruit 'em."
Oliver complimented, "That would be their greatest honor!"
The convoy was still a good distance from Emerald Estate, only catching a faint glimpse of its outline.
They slowed down and halted a few miles out, not pushing further.
The vehicles were armed with cannons, and their plan was to start with a long-range assault to blast through the icy defenses.
Once stopped, the soldiers got ready to line up the cannons and take their shots.
But suddenly, the windshield of the frontmost car shattered.
At the same time, the driver's head exploded!
It wasn't pierced through; it just burst open!
"Enemy attack!"
The soldier in the passenger seat immediately ducked his head and informed everyone through the communication device.
But just a second later, a bullet pierced through the car's front and created a big hole in his chest!
The soldiers were still preparing to adjust the cannons but were startled by the sudden attack!
In one of the cars in the middle of the convoy, Leonard and Oliver were still chatting. They were also a bit surprised when they received the news of the enemy attack.
Surrounded by a vast expanse of snowfield with no place to hide, where did the enemy come from?
Moreover, according to the intelligence, there were fewer than ten people in that shelter.
Now they dared to come out and ambush an elite unit from a base?
How was this different from seeking death?
Although he didn't fully understand the current situation, Leonard immediately issued an order. "Everyone, be on guard and find the enemy!"
The soldiers of Silverlake Base were professionally trained.
Although they couldn't compare to the professional soldiers of West Mountain Base, there were mercenaries and professional bodyguards among them.
Upon receiving the order, they quickly loaded their bullets and used the car bodies as cover while cautiously searching for the hidden enemy.
A soldier beside a car was shot in the head again!
Steven was using an anti-materiel sniper rifle, capable of destroying armored vehicles.
When it hit a person, even a graze would result in an explosive outcome!
At this moment, many soldiers had disembarked from their vehicles, preparing for a bombardment on the defense line, without guarding against an enemy from 2 miles away.
So, for a moment, they became live targets on the snowfield!
Those who didn't dodge in time were all picked off by Steven one by one!
Three soldiers didn't have time to move and were still standing in place when their upper bodies turned into a mist of blood!
Such is the violence of a large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle!
Human flesh and blood are more fragile than dirt!
The soldiers of Silverlake Base were not professional soldiers; most were temporarily trained recruits.
Facing such a terrifying death, they turned pale with fear and even forgot to run!
And the fate awaiting them was, of course, one cold bullet after another!
Soon, the white snowfield was bursting with clouds of blood mist.
This kind of death was extremely gruesome, yet had a strange beauty to it!
The deaths of multiple soldiers caught Silverlake Base off guard, completely unprepared!
Sure, casualties on the battlefield are nothing new, but these guys weren't exactly seasoned pros. A long-range ambush in the middle of nowhere? That was the last thing they expected.
With intel on Steven's abilities being sketchy at best, the base descended into chaos.
They hadn't even figured out who—or what—they were up against, just assuming it was some lone sniper picking them off.
"Snipers in the area! Locate and eliminate!" one officer barked over the comms.
At the same time, Silverlake Base also had snipers aiming their rifles in Steven's direction.
As veterans, they could confirm Steven's position from those few shots.
However, their scopes couldn't see the scene 2 miles away.
All they saw was a vast expanse of white snow.
They were instantly bewildered.
"Where did this bullet come from?" a sniper muttered in confusion.
The next moment, his head was also shot.
Every shot fired would invariably take a life!
And this was even when they were on guard!
This finally made the people of Silverlake Base realize something was wrong.
"What's going on? Why can't we find the sniper?"
"Judging by the power, it's definitely an anti-materiel rifle. He can fire continuously; he must be a Psychic!"
That's right, Steven could use his spatial Supernatural ability to offset the recoil of the anti-materiel rifle.
Otherwise, firing this gun three times would severely injure an ordinary person's shoulder.
Steven remained silent, continuing to shoot quietly.
Shooting distance was not an issue.
Accuracy was also not an issue.
As long as any part of those soldiers' bodies was exposed, he would pull the trigger!
If the head was exposed, he shot the head.
If the foot was exposed, he shot the foot.
In this temperature, even a graze would be fatal!
In the icy snowfield, the gunfire never ceased.
One soldier after another fell, each death extremely tragic.
Some even hid behind cars, only to be pierced through along with the vehicle!
And they never even found out where the enemy was!
Facing this situation, Leonard finally couldn't stay calm.
"Using my men as target practice, how arrogant!"
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