Chapter 694: Poor DragoKnight

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Wang Zheng sat on a dense tree that was over twenty meters tall, looking through the sniper rifle scope at a group of American soldiers walking ahead. It seemed that this group of Americans had suffered some losses previously; several people were injured with blood all over them, but most still retained their combat capabilities.

In fact, these Americans were walking quite dispersedly, stretching out for a long distance to avoid being targeted by concentrated enemy fire. But how could Wang Zheng be deterred by such tactics

Comrade Evil King of the East smiled slightly and then pulled the trigger!

Bang!

The gunshot suddenly rang out in this quiet forest, sounding extremely jarring.

At the same time, one of the American soldiers far away had a large hole blown open in his abdomen and fell down abruptly!

"There's an enemy!"

Upon seeing their comrade get wounded, these American special forces immediately became vigilant, many sniper rifles scanning back and forth. Unfortunately, there was no sound-based sharpshooter among them who could pinpoint the direction of the shooter based on the gunshot; otherwise they would have been able to determine Wang Zheng's location!

At this moment, a group of mercenaries several kilometers away heard the gunshots and immediately became excited!

"He's nearby, let's go and encircle him! We can't let this guy escape again!"

The mercenaries immediately accelerated their pace.

King Wang, the hired killer who had instigated this conflict, was leisurely lying on a thick branch, watching as the American soldiers and mercenaries came closer and closer until they started shooting at each other!

Obviously, at this point, the mercenaries were treating everyone not on their side as enemies. When the first American soldier appeared in the scope of the forward scout's rifle, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The group of American soldiers, who had just been ambushed and were still seething with anger, naturally assumed that it was these mercenaries who had fired that cold shot earlier when they saw them taking action first. As a result, there was no need for Wang Cheng to incite them further; the two groups clashed fiercely, gunfire ringing out continuously.

Wang Cheng had been watching this spectacle with great interest when he suddenly heard the sound of helicopters roaring through his earpiece.

Through the gaps in the leaves, Wang Cheng saw a private helicopter flying overhead. It hovered a few hundred meters away from him before lowering a rope down to which a man dressed in black clung as he jumped out of the aircraft.

This must be yet another unknown individual conducting an aerial insertion!

Now that everyone was already engaged in a chaotic free-for-all, Wang Cheng wouldn't mind wasting a bullet at this moment.

"Oh dear, what perfect timing. You've walked right into the crosshairs. Better buy some lottery tickets when you get back."

Without hesitation, Wang Zheng half-sat up and fired at the black-clad man rapidly descending on the rope!

"Groove! I missed!" With this shot from Wang Zheng, he was just a fraction away from hitting that guy, but the bullet hit the rope connecting him to the helicopter instead!

Without the rope's connection, the black-clad man lost his balance and fell over from twenty meters up in the air!

Even though this is a primitive forest with dense branches and thick humus layers, falling from such a height—equivalent to six or seven floors high—is not something an ordinary person can withstand, even if the impact was reduced by tree branches during the fall.

A comrade named Dragante, who ranks second on the Guild's overall ranking list, certainly never expected that his first appearance in Wilson Peninsula Forest would end up like this!

He originally wanted to make a dramatic helicopter insertion, but unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out of the cabin, the rope was cut! Falling from such a height, even if there were thick humus and shrubbery on the ground and his physical fitness surpassed that of ordinary people, Dragante still got knocked around pretty badly and saw stars!

Especially his right ankle hit an unknown rock jutting out somewhere; it hurt like hell! Dragante didn’t even know if he had a hairline fracture in his foot!

Recalling the previous scene, cold sweat started to appear on Dragante's forehead.

If that bullet had deviated just five centimeters downward, it would have blown off his skull!

"Who dared to do this I won't let you go!" Enmity flashed in Dragante's eyes; hearing the sporadic gunfire around him, he immediately understood that there was a firefight nearby and many people involved. Someone must have fired a cold shot at him while he was making his helicopter insertion!

Dragante has been a rising star in the Western Dark World over recent years. In just two years, his score skyrocketed to second place on the overall ranking, with only a few thousand points separating him from the Eastern Evil King at the top.

When Dragante thought he was about to catch up with the Evil King, the latter's score suddenly surged by over ten thousand points! This completely dashed all hopes of surpassing him.

Dragante knew that if the Evil King didn't die, there was no way he could ever exceed him. This guy had always been arrogant and competitive; after making such remarkable progress in recent years, he couldn't bear to be second best. Thus, the Eastern Evil King became his personal demon. Never did he expect someone would actually post a task calling for everyone to hunt down the Evil King. Could there be a better opportunity than this Dragante certainly wouldn’t miss it.

Thinking about how he originally came here to kill the Evil King, yet ended up in such a humiliating situation, Dragante was extremely unwilling to accept defeat. Who was he to be manipulated by these minor characters

In an instant, Dragante set his mind on eliminating both groups of people involved in the shootout!

After firing the first shot, Wang Zheng held his breath and remained motionless, even slowing down his breathing. He had already noticed that the guy who came out of the helicopter was a seasoned pro, and one should always be cautious around高手（here it seems to refer back to "a seasoned pro", which is redundant in English translation but kept to maintain consistency with original Chinese text）; however, this guy's way of making an entrance was just too foolish.

If the opponent doesn’t move, neither will I. Without absolute certainty, one shouldn't take the initiative to attack. Wang Zheng was waiting for that guy’s next move.

Moreover, with so many people fighting below, whoever moves first would be the first to reveal their position and risk being targeted by dozens of gun barrels. Patience is key in such a situation.

In battle, courage and patience are both indispensable.

Dragante rolled into a hidden bush, rubbed his swollen ankle that was hurting badly, and glared with extreme malice in his eyes. He knew he wasn’t in the best condition to fight now; if he encountered any高手（translates as "experts", but redundant as it is kept same as before for consistency）, there would be no way out except death. Thus, gritting his teeth and enduring both physical pain and mental frustration, Dragante limped off quietly.dress is very nice but doesn't show off its beauty on you because you are too radiant."Shishi instantly changed from anger to joy again: "Really"No girl would refuse praise for her looks, and the Miss...