Leitao lay prone on the rooftop, the air around him thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood. His eye was pressed firmly against the infrared thermal imaging scope of his TSVL-8 Tactical Sniper Rifle. Suddenly, the silhouette of a Japanese Army soldier appeared in the scope, cautiously poking his head out from behind a stone wall, attempting to pinpoint Leitao’s sniper position. Leitao placed his finger on the trigger and squeezed slowly. *Bang!* The bullet flew true, striking the Japanese soldier squarely in the thigh. As the soldier collapsed, screaming and firing his MP35 submachine gun wildly in all directions, the other Japanese soldiers were immediately alerted. A Japanese corporal shouted to the men nearby, "Go over there and see what’s going on!" A faint smirk touched the corner of Leitao’s mouth as he silently thought to himself, "The fish has taken the bait." He swiftly worked the bolt to chamber the next round, his eyes never leaving the scope, missing nothing.
The group of Japanese soldiers crouched low, rifles raised, and inched toward their fallen comrade. Their expressions were tense; their gazes swept the area incessantly, their muzzles shifting back and forth with their line of sight. Just as they drew near the body and reached out to examine it, Leitao decisively squeezed the trigger. *Bang!* One Japanese soldier took a bullet to the forehead, pitched backward, and fell, blood splattering the ground. The remaining soldiers, terrified by the sudden shot, …
Chapter 395