However, his movement was still a step too slow. On the crane two hundred meters away, He Chenguang kept his scope locked tightly on the movement here. Seeing the sentry turn around, He Chenguang gently squeezed the trigger. The silenced rifle emitted a faint, muffled thud, and a bullet like a fatal shooting star instantly streaked across the night sky.
The bullet pierced the sentry's glabella with pinpoint accuracy. His body, like a puppet suddenly drained of its soul, collapsed straight backward and crashed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust.
"Two taken care of. He Chenguang, thanks," Liang Song murmured into the communicator, his voice carrying a trace of relief at having narrowly cheated death, while maintaining his habitual composure.
Chapter 391