Chapter 396

With the final Japanese Army soldier collapsing under Leitao's precise sniping, the battlefield finally fell silent. The morning sun slowly pierced through the thick smoke of gunpowder, casting its light over the scarred land and clearly illuminating the cruel marks left behind by war: scattered corpses, shattered firearms, and an unyielding, nauseating, pungent odor of gunpowder mixed with a heavy stench of blood. Confirming that all Japanese Army soldiers before him had been killed, Leitao slowly stood up. Carrying the still-warm TSVL-8 Tactical Sniper Rifle, his face etched with exhaustion, he walked with steady strides toward his room. Back inside, Leitao gently placed the TSVL-8 Tactical Sniper Rifle on the table and went to work with practiced hands, quickly removing the bolt, disassembling the scope, separating the stock from the barrel, and wiping down and inspecting each component carefully. He then placed the parts one by one into the equipment case, where the sponge padding fit them perfectly, leaving no gaps. Afterward, he closed the lid and raised a hand to store the case away into the mystical Bagua Spinning Top Space.