On the other side, left alone, Feng Zhi carried the sniper rifle and walked through the woods, trying hard to recall the terrain and direction mentioned by Fang Rui earlier.
In his hand was a Barrett M82A1, known as the king of long-range sniper rifles, capable of tearing a person into pieces from 1600 meters away and penetrating cover and light armor for anti-material attacks. However, it was utterly unsuitable for close-quarters combat in forest terrain. Moreover, how could he possibly use such a powerful weapon against his ‘collaborator’? Fang Rui leaving behind such a rifle was definitely intentional trouble!
Feng Zhi carefully traced through the woods, following the direction of the central area, and quickly found a makeshift house, apparently a guard post for the military zone, but unfortunately, there was no one there.
There wasn’t much dust on the table, indicating regular visits. Feng Zhi removed the magazine, placed the sniper rifle steadily on the table, patted the all-black, rigid body of the gun, and turned to leave. He was here to negotiate cooperation, so there was no need to wander around with a weapon. Even if Fang Rui left him a suitable weapon and enough ammunition, he wouldn’t point the gun at the owner of this place. Carrying this big guy around was just an unnecessary burden for him.
Then, he was attacked—bullets whizzed past his ear, grazing it. If not for his keen senses, he would have lost half of his ear by now.
Feng Zhi: “…”
As soon as he entered the woods, he knew he was being followed. However, the other party was familiar with the terrain and had extensive experience in jungle warfare, making it difficult for Feng Zhi to discern their position. He left the gun at the guard post to show sincerity, but the other party showed no sense of honor. Not only did they lack honor, but they were also shameless. They waited until he put down his weapon and left the guard post before opening fire. By the time he considered returning to retrieve his weapon, it was already impossible. Judging by the power of the gun, it was not much inferior to the Barrett he had just abandoned.
So, is this Ilya’s way of hospitality?
Feng Zhi swiftly dodged through the woods, with the pursuer hot on his heels. The person behind him was extremely fast, and even a strong Alpha like Feng Zhi could only barely discern their position. Despite his efforts, Feng Zhi couldn’t locate the person. Judging by the destructive power of the bullets, in such dense jungle terrain, the pursuer was definitely not far from Feng Zhi.
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Shot after shot, each bullet whizzed past Feng Zhi’s side, like a cat playing with a mouse. The other party, relying on their speed, weapons, and familiarity with the terrain, controlled the rhythm of the entire pursuit. Feng Zhi did not exert his full strength, but the feeling of being ‘played with’ by someone made him very uncomfortable. He needed a closer distance, where the opponent’s weapon couldn’t be as effective, and he also needed an opportunity to quickly conceal himself… like now!
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When the person entered Feng Zhi’s field of vision, he was somewhat surprised. It was a very beautiful young Caucasian person, tall and slender, with short golden hair and gray-blue eyes, dressed in jungle combat gear, moving with the grace of a feline. This appearance, no matter how you look at it, resembles… an Omega? However, with the skill just displayed, how could an Omega possibly possess such dexterity and endurance?
That young person approached step by step, with a calm expression. Although the situation had shifted, with Feng zhi in the shadows and them in the light, he showed no signs of nervousness. Soon, halting steps, raised the sniper rifle in hand after confirming that Feng Zhi was nearby.
Bang—
This shot was fired into the sky.
“Last bullet,” the young person spoke in English. Then, quickly disassembled the magazine, tossing both the gun and the magazine into the nearby bushes. There were ten bullets in total, the same number as the ones Feng Zhi had received from Fang Rui. The young person had been calmly firing their gun until they had just finished firing the last bullet.
Now, they were even.
Feng Zhi still hadn’t shown himself. After being chased and shot at for so long, he wasn’t planning to engage in ‘fair combat’ anymore.
When the young person approached, Feng Zhi suddenly pounced out. The young person reacted swiftly, but Feng Zhi’s attack was too sudden. The two immediately engaged in a struggle, and the young person found themself at a disadvantage for a moment. Feng Zhi was surprised by the opponent’s strength and agility, and once again confirmed that the young person had been toying with him with the gun earlier. With such sharpness, and in familiar territory, if they were truly enemies, Feng Zhi reckoned he would have been at the young person’s mercy after just five shots.
This was an extremely formidable opponent. Feng Zhi had initially suspected the young person to be an Omega, deliberately suppressing pheromones. However, in the intense close combat, he no longer had the luxury to consider such things. The scent of tobacco seemed to assail the young person as if it were tangible, yet showed no reaction, maintaining a cold expression as they grappled and maneuvered, unaffected by Feng Zhi’s every move.
Not an Omega after all, but a formidable Beta?
Feng Zhi rarely engaged in physical altercations nowadays, and encountering such a formidable opponent, the struggle lasted quite a while. However, he was ultimately a powerful Alpha with extensive combat experience. Finally, seizing an opportunity when the young person was off guard, Feng Zhi twisted his opponent’s arm back, and they both fell to the ground.
The young person ended up with both head and shoulders on the ground, revealing a fair and delicate neck. It was then that Feng Zhi noticed the tattoo winding behind the ear—a dark red snake. A red poisonous snake, precisely the emblem of Ilya’s family.
Feng Zhi confirmed the young person’s identity, maintaining the pressure on the person without relenting, and said, “Ilya, is shooting at a first-time acquaintance your idea of hospitality?”
Ilya remained silent, exerting force with the arm suppressed by Feng Zhi, attempting to break free from the constraint. Feng Zhi, of course, refused to let go so easily. No one had made him suffer like this in many years, and he wouldn’t release his grip until the other surrendered. He continued to exert pressure against Ilya, with absolute confidence that Ilya wouldn’t break free. At the same time, he couldn’t help but feel a hint of admiration—usually, in such a situation, others would have known when to give up and concede defeat. But this Ilya firmly struggled with him, seemingly wanting to overturn him with this posture? What a joke? After all, he’s also a strong Alpha…
However, as these thoughts flashed through his mind, Feng Zhi heard the sound of fabric tearing— Ilya’s arm was gradually rotating, seemingly oblivious to pain, and erupted with an incredibly strong force to resist Feng Zhi. The fabric on Ilya’s arm, tightly grasped by Feng Zhi, began to tear gradually in the struggle, revealing a metallic gleam…
Feng Zhi stared in astonishment at the arm, seemingly harboring infinite strength, and then, he was flipped over.
“Y-you…” Feng Zhi fell into a pile of fallen leaves nearby, still clutching a torn piece of camouflage sleeve. He stared in astonishment at Ilya’s exposed metallic arm.
Ilya’s speed in leaping up was astonishingly fast. In just an instant, went from being suppressed to gaining the upper hand. He raised the arm that had been restraining Feng Zhi’s neck, removed his glove, and the cold, silver metal was fully revealed—this was a complete metal arm.
Five flexible metal fingers moved in front of Feng Zhi, emitting an uncomfortable friction sound. Ilya chuckled slightly, with a hint of imperceptible pride as a victor.
“Cooperation partner, I’m not interested, but I am quite curious about my future sister-in-law.” This sentence, Ilya spoke in Chinese, the phrasing awkward and unfamiliar.
“What… what?” Feng Zhi didn’t immediately react to that word.
“Not bad skills!” Ilya commented, extending the mechanical hand to help Feng Zhi up. “Didn’t expect A-jin to like the same gender.”
“…”
“Welcome to the base.”
“…”
Wow, Ilya just raised the flags of all omega
Is he insinuating that he is an omega?
I don’t understand the ‘same gender’ comment of Ilya.
Thanks for the chapter 🤍
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