The brothers Martin and Mark came from a family of hunters. Since childhood, they had followed their father deep into the mountains and forests, making a living by hunting. Years of hunting had forged in them extraordinary marksmanship. The guns in their hands felt like extensions of their own bodies; whether tracking moving prey or hidden targets, nothing could escape their aim. They always managed to find the optimal shooting angle in complex situations, as if they were born sharpshooters.
The encounter between Xu Lin and the brothers felt like a marvelous story woven by the threads of fate. It happened deep in the mountains near the Special Operations Team training camp. Because the game at the edge of the mountains had grown increasingly scarce under the brothers' day-after-day hunting, they had been forced to push deeper into the interior. On that particular day, deep in the mountains, the brothers were lying quietly in the grass as usual, their sharp eyes locked tightly on their quarry ahead. It was a well-proportioned stag, its magnificent antlers flashing a captivating sheen in the sunlight, completely unaware that it had become a hunter's target. Just as the brothers were about to squeeze the trigger, a gunshot suddenly rang out from the distance. Though not loud, it sounded like a bolt from the blue, instantly shattering the tranquility of the mountain forest and startling the prey not far away. The stag bolted like a frightened deer, vanishing into the dense woods…
Chapter 47