The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 565 - 558

Chapter 565: 558

No plan, however meticulous, can surpass the burst of luck.

You Zixing’s current situation could be summed up as the dialectical relationship between chance and inevitability.

The Sanitation Workers had been constantly monitoring Gao Yuan’s movements, knowing his location all too well. Now they had dispatched a helicopter to reach Gao Yuan’s side as quickly as possible, intending to bring him back.

As for You Zixing, all he could do was search aimlessly in the sky, hoping for the emergence of the enemy to reveal Gao Yuan’s precise position.

Chance was You Zixing needing the enemy to appear precisely when they did; their meeting brimmed with happenstance in timing.

But behind this chance lay inevitability, shaping and restraining it.

The Sanitation Workers were bound to find Gao Yuan and would certainly send someone. You Zixing just needed to wait, so his encounter with the enemy’s Black Hawk helicopter in the sky was inevitable.

Nevertheless, it was a stroke of luck that You Zixing spotted the helicopter first, and moreover, the helicopter had drawn all the monsters to it. Additionally, the helicopter had begun to descend, while You Zixing was still in the sky, above the heads of the enemy.

What was this, if not character exploding, luck bursting through the roof? Just a slight difference in timing, a slight difference in position and elevation, and You Zixing, from the sky, followed the enemy’s line of sight to see Gao Yuan.

The helicopter started to land, dropping at a very fast pace, almost crashing into the ground within the limits of what the Black Hawk helicopter could withstand, heavily slamming to the earth.

The pilot was skilled, decisive, efficient, and concise. In the numerous collaborations between You Zixing and the Army Aviation Brigade, he had only seen one pilot of this caliber.

But a landed helicopter is no chicken.

You Zixing had already locked onto a body on the ground... A corpse?

Was that a corpse? It didn’t seem like it in thermal imaging.

Corpses cool down. To You Zixing, experienced in using thermal imaging, even a slight color difference was enough for him to discern between a live body and a corpse. However, if someone had just died not long ago, their body temperature wouldn’t have dropped, making it naturally impossible to distinguish the difference.

But the issue was, the temperature of the person lying on the ground was too high.

In the thermal imaging’s red-hot mode, the person on the ground shone with a color significantly brighter than those who had just jumped from the helicopter, and the brightness was uniform all over.

Typically in thermal imaging, one sees human faces, hands, armpits, and groins glowing brighter, while cloth-covered areas appear much darker.

If one wears a combat suit that masks the infrared signal, basically only the head and hands can be seen, because the body’s heat won’t leak out. Of course, if the head is also protected, while it may not be completely invisible in thermal imaging, it certainly can dramatically reduce the distance at which one is detectable by thermal imaging.

So with just a single glance, You Zixing could tell that the four individuals who had jumped from the helicopter were combatants wearing combat gear and helmets, while the person lying on the ground was naked.

So was the person lying on the ground Gao Yuan, but was he dead or alive?

It seemed there wasn’t time to ponder these things now, nor was there time to determine if the figure on the ground was indeed Gao Yuan. In a short time, You Zixing could only decide one thing, how to act.

If he couldn’t take advantage of the fleeting opportunity that the enemy had not yet spotted him to catch them off guard, then You Zixing wouldn’t live up to the name Youzi.

You Zixing stretched out his left hand, showed three fingers, and made a gesture for a rapid descent and direct fire, but just as he completed the gesture, he noticed that the group of Bats that had been following the helicopter were now heading towards them.

Through the night vision device, they appeared like a cloud of black fog; in thermal imaging, like a swarm of densely packed light spots.

The monsters had discovered You Zixing and his traces before the enemy did. Then, completely unprepared, the enemy found the Bats blatantly rushing over in groups.

You Zixing sighed inwardly and decided to disengage his powered parachute, free-falling through the air before using the backup parachute to slow his descent as much as possible, reducing the impact of landing.

As to whether he could land before the bats got to him, You Zixing had no idea.

"Leave it to fate," he thought, hoping that the bats wouldn’t be too powerful and that he would have enough breath left after landing to fire his gun and destroy the helicopter.

It was all or nothing now.

Just then, You Zixing saw a powered parachute swiftly move in front of him, heading straight for the swarm of bats.

You Zixing unfastened his chest buckle and the belly buckle, but his comrade who flew in front of him did not, instead heading straight for the swarm of bats.

You Zixing didn’t make a sound, biting his lip until it bled, but not a whimper escaped him.

You Zixing watched helplessly as a group of bats descended upon his comrade, engulfing him in an instant, and then, droplets of blood began to fall from the sky.

There was no sound, only the deep hum of engines, and as for the man being bitten by countless bats, he didn’t utter a sound.

You Zixing spread his arms and slid out from under the powered parachute, falling head over heels from the sky.

You Zixing didn’t look back at his comrade; his gaze was fixed on the ground where he watched four men lift up the person lying there...

Open the parachute. The backup parachute was small, meant for emergencies and didn’t offer as much lift, not the choice for a normal jump.

You Zixing deployed his parachute twenty meters from the ground, and just as the backup chute had enough time to fully open, his feet touched the ground.

He landed on his feet, kneeled and rolled, with the parachute dragging behind him, and after a roll, he knelt on one knee and raised his gun.

With a snap, a single shot rang out, and one person’s head burst open on cue.

Descending from the sky, landing less than thirty meters from the enemy, You Zixing was the infallible God of Guns at that moment.

The helicopter’s rotor blades spun rapidly, ready to take off at any moment, and its loud noise drowned out the sounds of You Zixing and his comrades.

Pop, pop, pop, a three-round burst came from behind and to the left of You Zixing, from his comrade.

The door to one side of the helicopter opened, with two people guarding the entrance. Two more stood outside, one by the nose and one by the tail of the aircraft, while another two armed men stayed on the helicopter.

You Zixing and his comrade each fired a shot, and the two guarding the helicopter door dropped as they had already spotted them. You Zixing shifted his aim to one of the men inside the doorway of the helicopter and fired again, killing his target with a single shot.

But his comrade hadn’t been able to fire because the enemy on the other side of the cabin had beaten him to it.

No gunshot was heard. There was no need to look or guess; You Zixing knew he was the only one left now.

With the advantage of surprise but outnumbered, he had no time to untangle from his parachute upon landing. All he could do was fight, head-to-head combat.

In an instant, a collision, a moment of life and death.

Youzi, who never fought head-on, now had no choice but to do so.