Chapter 530 - The Ghost in the Camouflage Uniform (2/2)

“Yes, sir.”

The adjutant nodded, turned around, and walked toward the communication set in the command vehicle.

THUD! Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bullet from a sniper rifle ripped through the air, and entered the adjutant’s head from his left temple, and blew a large hole on the right side of his face, spattering a stream of blood and brain from his skull. The adjutant’s eyes looked dull and blank as he collapsed to the ground even before he could cry out in pain.

Hamis jumped in shock and quickly ducked to take cover. His heart was in his throat when he saw that the expressionless face and dull, opened eyes of his late adjutant.

“Lieutenant Colonel!” A captain walked towards him.

THUD! Another bullet streaked from the same sniper rifle for another clean headshot, and a second body dropped on the ground.

“Idiots, f*cking duck and take cover! Do not show yourselves!”

Hamis was an experienced and competent military commander, and he was not overwhelmed by this fearsome adversary he faced. He yelled for his men to take cover, and immediately, those who had initially wanted to run toward him checked their actions and took cover. They bent and stayed behind the cover of the vehicles s they made their way to their commander’s side.

The Libyan rebel fighters were shocked that Mie had survived the collapse of the building. After a barrage of high explosive rounds, the building was now nothing but rubble, and yet Mie was still alive–only God knew how he had escaped to the adjacent residential building during the bombardment. The rebels now realized that they were up against something that was not a human.

“F*ck, is there another sniper?” Hamis growled, keeping his back flushed against the side of the truck.

“Every shot he makes strikes the head. It seems like it’s that Mie from Hua Nation again. He is still alive …”

SLAP!

Hamis thwacked the man brutally across his face for saying that and glared fiercely at him. “Are you still asleep, or are sleep talking? How can he not be dead? Try hiding in the residential building yourself after 50 or 60 shells were launched at you, and see if you would die?” he growled. Hamis then looked in the direction where the sniper rifle bullet came from and said, “The two residential buildings are 20 to 30 meters apart–unless he can fly, he couldn’t possibly have moved to the other building, could he?”

“Yes, Sir. There must be another sniper; it could not possibly be Mie!”

Hamis’s other subordinate quickly agreed with him, unwilling to be struck by his superior. But, deep down in the men’s hearts, it was apparent that there was no other sniper–the “new” sniper could be no other than Mie. If there really was another sniper, then why didn’t he shoot until now? It did not make any sense, but no one dared to voice out their hypothesis in the presence of their commander.

“Haha, haha …”

Hamis started to laugh aloud, satisfied that no man dared to challenge his views. But despite his bravado, the fear in his eyes could not be concealed from his men. “Continue launching, blow him and the residential building into pieces!” he roared.

“Yes, Sir!”

The order was passed down, and again, a barrage of shells was laid down on the other residential building.

This time the target area was no longer restricted to the residential building but the whole built-up area. The rebels kept dropping mortar rounds into the heavy tubes and did not rest until every last shell in the crate was used.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The earth shook with every explosion, reverberating like the roar of thunder. A cloud of dust and sand rose into the air as the barrage extended outward to level a wider area around the building. When the barrage stopped, the whole area was obscured by a haze of fine dust, and visibility was no more than five or six meters. It looked like countless smoke bombs had been discharged in the area.

The Libyan rebels were on the verge of losing their minds, for Xiao Luo had become their worst nightmare, and that was why such extreme measures were taken!

Xiao Luo was like a phantom decked in camouflage fatigues, lurking in this hostile environment. Under cover of the haze, he started to reap the lives of the rebel fighters. The dagger in his hand was the Grim Reaper’s scythe, and wherever he went, not a single soul would be spared.