The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 566 - 559

Chapter 566: 559

The choice of targets was deliberate.

The enemies outside the two helicopter doors were on guard. The moment they spotted the parachutes landing, they reacted, poised to prevent any zombies from suddenly approaching. Therefore, when You Zixing and his team landed, those two sentries were already about to open fire.

But suddenly, someone jumped down from the sky, rolled upon landing, and immediately opened fire. Even though the sentries were vigilant, they ultimately couldn’t respond in time.

The two inside the doors were ready to assist with bringing the corpses into the cabin, so their attention was naturally focused on the four people carrying the bodies.

The enemy at the front and rear of the aircraft were also on alert, but they were watching the sides, so their reaction time was even slower.

Thus, the order of attack was the two outside the doors first, followed by the two inside the doors, because their field of vision was narrow, but this also allowed them to react faster.

Last were the two who were guarding at the front and rear of the aircraft. After eliminating these six, who kept their guns at the ready, prepared to fire at any moment, the last targets were the four carrying the corpses.

Because none of the four were armed.

The enemy couldn’t be called careless—in fact, they were very cautious. However, You Zixing and his team were just faster.

But the enemy was extraordinary. You Zixing fired a second shot, but his comrade didn’t get the chance to fire again, as an enemy who had quickly reacted shot him.

Experts are experts, straightforward and serious. Regardless of how powerful the backup or how advanced the weapons, in a face-to-face, gun-to-gun duel where life and death are decided in an instant, what matters most are basic skills and training.

You Zixing’s comrade died honorably because he had already killed one, the one who posed the greatest threat, which is why the enemy had the chance and time to shoot before him.

This was always a duel where the one who fired first would survive, because You Zixing and his team weren’t facing any rookies or weaklings but one of the most powerful special forces on the planet, or at least among them.

You Zixing won twice, his comrade won once, but that one win allowed You Zixing to secure his third victory.

You Zixing was quicker than his enemies yet again, because the enemy had to shoot at his comrade first. Another key factor was that You Zixing and his comrade were ten meters apart, while the enemy and his comrade were less than a meter apart, so You Zixing’s gun had a shorter distance to move, allowing him to shoot faster.

With a bang, You Zixing blew away the enemy’s crown.

A bullet whizzed past You Zixing’s ear, but it didn’t matter, it was just the enemy’s nerve reflex action.

Moving his gun again, You Zixing aimed at the fourth target, the enemy at the rear of the aircraft, who was rapidly raising his gun to aim.

Once again, he was quicker, but after killing the enemy, You Zixing felt his helmet shake—a bullet had struck his helmet, but it had veered off, skimming past the helmet instead.

Even among three units, all claiming to be the strongest, a ranking could still be established.

Among three people, all very strong, a ranking could still be established as well.

A squad of ten people, no, now just six, could likewise be ranked from first to sixth.

You Zixing was lucky; he left the weakest for last. Although he gave the enemy ample time, the victory was his.

Whether by chance or inevitability, the absence of any one factor would have meant You Zixing’s death. But now, You Zixing was alive, and when he aimed his gun at the four enemies carrying Gao Yuan, they hadn’t even managed to aim their guns at You Zixing.

They had no choice but to drop the corpse, raising the rifles that hung by their sides, or to draw their pistols. None could fire before You Zixing did.

So, when faced with the last four enemies, You Zixing was actually the most relaxed; he took them down one after another with successive short bursts of fire, all within twenty meters, whether they were lying down or sprinting to one side.

At this distance, missing was not an option, it was only a question of how quickly they could be taken down.

You Zixing stood up and began to rush towards the helicopter, but the intense downdraft from the helicopter’s rotor made it impossible for him to move forward; in fact, You Zixing had been shooting amidst the massive interference from a spare parachute.

However, the helicopter’s rotors similarly created great interference for the enemy soldiers because under the strong wind, especially right beneath the rotor blades, it was nearly impossible to even keep one’s eyes open, so in terms of shooting difficulty, both parties were equally challenged.

You Zixing discarded his rifle, grabbed the spare parachute backpack with both hands, and spread his arms wide, letting the strong wind help him break free from the constraints of the parachute before he dashed toward the helicopter.

He drew his pistol as he leaped onto the helicopter, You Zixing arrived at the realization of a severe pain in his left leg; it turned out he was indeed injured during the descent, and it was serious. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be feeling the pain now, wouldn’t even notice it.

You Zixing jumped into the cabin of the helicopter, pistol in hand, and roared at the two pilots who turned their heads in shock, "Don’t move!"

To his disappointment, the pilots were stubborn, or rather brave, and were completely undeterred by the threat to their lives, immediately reaching for the pistols at their waists without hesitation.

These were men who would not submit, You Zixing instantly made his judgment and fired two shots in succession, killing both pilots.

Now there was no one left inside the helicopter, no one to stop him anymore. You Zixing turned and leaped out of the cabin, his left leg once again throbbing with pain, causing him to collapse to the ground.

As he got up from the ground, You Zixing looked up and saw no trace of his comrades in the air, no paragliders either.

"Brother, they can’t hear you..."

Somehow, after this thought surfaced in You Zixing’s mind, he picked up his rifle and, dragging his leg, quickly moved to the figure that had just been carried by four men—whether it was a person or a corpse.

Although he was mentally prepared, the sight of the body, covered in glistening black blood, vaguely human in appearance yet utterly unrecognizable, sent a harsh shudder through You Zixing’s heart.

Is this Nemesis?

As someone who was not well acquainted with Gao Yuan, You Zixing could not identify whether the body was indeed Gao Yuan; he simply assumed it was a corpse, and hoped it was merely the body of a zombie. But he needed to confirm that this was indeed a corpse and not just make a judgment based on its appearance.

He placed a hand on the neck, but You Zixing quickly realized his mistake and instead moved his hand to the chest of the cadaver; it was as if his hand was scorched by a hot iron.

Withdrawing his hand, You Zixing pulled out a flare gun, raised it, and fired a flare into the sky.

Tossing aside the spent flare gun, You Zixing first hopped on one leg, then rolled and crawled to the side of his comrade’s body.

The comrade had been shot through the bridge of his nose, and the back of his head was a gaping hole, but You Zixing didn’t look at the body. He pulled out the flare gun from his comrade’s waist, lay on his back, and shot another flare into the sky.

One flare signaled the need for support.

Two flares signaled the need for rapid support.

Although the flares were not launched simultaneously, but consecutively, and even though there was no prearranged understanding of what two flares meant in this sudden rescue operation, You Zixing believed his comrades would understand the message.

So the question arises, why did You Zixing think that this charred, unrecognizable figure was Nemesis?

The answer was simple: what other monster, burnt to a crisp and yet still alive with a strong heartbeat, could it be if not Gao Yuan?