Leitao first took a deep breath to steady his breathing, then lowered his stance and moved quickly through the alley in an extremely standard crouching posture. His back remained straight, his knees slightly bent, and his steps alternated swiftly and lightly. Every footfall was precise and silent, as if he had undergone countless trainings like a top-tier operative. Making full use of the debris in the alley and the corners of the walls as cover, he stopped from time to time to listen closely to the surrounding movements, continuing forward only after confirming there were no anomalies.
During this circuitous advance, he skillfully avoided the Japanese Army patrol squads and temporary guard posts. Whenever he encountered an open area, he would first observe the surrounding environment, calculate the timing and route, and then dash across like a sprinting cheetah, instantly melting back into the shadows.
Finally, Leitao successfully reached the rooftop ridge at the back of the Japanese Army Military Police headquarters. Without the slightest slackening, he immediately dropped prone, pressing his entire body tightly against the edge of the roof ridge while firmly mounting his submachine gun. His shoulders were naturally relaxed and his elbows slightly flared outward to form a stable support. Bringing his eye close to the scope, he began to carefully observe the Japanese Army Military Police soldiers below. From left to right, from far to near, he rapidly locked onto his targe…
Chapter 152