Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 134 - 124: Quite Ordinary

Chapter 134: Chapter 124: Quite Ordinary

Everyone looked down on Wind Vane, but Gao Yi was different. He regarded Wind Vane with appreciation, so his attitude towards Wind Vane wasn’t as harsh.

Everyone knew that Wind Vane wasn’t trusted, fearful and quick to flee at the first sign of trouble. Such characteristics indeed made him unsuitable for the battlefield and untrustworthy.

However, from another viewpoint, Wind Vane was quite suitable for the assassin’s profession.

Being an assassin didn’t involve fighting wars; one just needed to make a shot and hit the target with the first bullet, then could turn and run, unlike having to stay on the battlefield, waiting to be swept by machine guns or bombarded with shells.

Therefore, Gao Yi didn’t show any disdain towards Wind Vane. On the contrary, he respected him quite a bit.

In Gao Yi’s eyes, every sniper deserved respect. It couldn’t be helped; snipers were the "moonlight" of his heart.

Peter and his team had already started their forceful entry, while Wind Vane, armed with an AX50 sniper rifle, had positioned himself atop the highest building nearby in advance.

Just like those police and criminal films, two snipers were always arranged before an operation.

Wind Vane placed his sniper rifle on the ground and started observing through a telescope. One could say he might run at the first sign of danger, but this pre-combat relaxation actually reflected the demeanor of a true expert.

Judging the distance was sufficient; no need to measure wind speed because the distance was only about 200 meters. At this range, the bullet would maintain its trajectory, and even strong winds wouldn’t have much of an effect.

"Brother Feng, how is it, any problems?" Gao Yi felt that calling Old Feng wasn’t quite appropriate, since Wind Vane wasn’t that old, but he didn’t know Wind Vane’s real name, so he just casually called him Brother Feng.

"Oh lord, I’m flattered, you’re the big brother here." Wind Vane, as if his tail had been stepped on, immediately turned around, bowing and scraping, and said, "Boss, you don’t have to be so polite, I dare not be called ’Brother’ by you; just call me Old Feng, or if that doesn’t suit, Little Feng."

This time, he seemed a bit sycophantic. Gao Yi was speechless, unsure why Wind Vane reacted so strongly.

"Um... Old Feng, you don’t have to be so... tense. We’re just friends, that’s all."

Gao Yi was a bit uncomfortable and dryly added, "By the way, what’s your actual name?"

Wind Vane chuckled and said, "Feng Biao, ’biao’ as in marker, not ’biao’ as in brave—the association should be easy."

Feng Biao; Wind Vane—it was indeed a pun and very easy to associate.

After saying that, Feng Biao suddenly asked, "Can I ask what your honorable surname is?"

"My last name is Gao."

"Gao, that’s a good name, ’Gao Xing’, ’Gao Da Shang’, all good words. I like this surname very much." Gao Yi was speechless; he realized Feng Biao could flatter no matter what.

Feng Biao glanced back, then immediately said, "Sorry, President Gao, I need to keep watch."

He needed to do his job, so Feng Biao first greeted and then put down the telescope, picked up the sniper rifle, adjusted his position behind the scope, and then reported in English, "Sniper three in position, over."

Gao Yi squatted beside Feng Biao, looking at Peter and his team, who were about to attack, and then at Feng Biao. He hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided to keep quiet.

It was time to focus on the task at hand, no distractions.

Peter signaled, and then the four of them, bent over and sticking to the wall, dashed forward.

The target was in a small street-facing building without a yard, and the door was wide open, so there was no need to break through the door.

Feng Biao’s role was to block and prevent anyone from escaping from the house, but since Peter and his team had neither captured nor immediately pursued the target, Feng Biao’s contribution seemed limited.

But just as Peter and his team were about to enter the building, Feng Biao’s gun barrel suddenly swiveled, and then a thunderous roar followed.

The gunshot rang out loud. Gao Yi, who wasn’t wearing earplugs, had his ears ringing from the noise.

"Target is prepared, repeat, target is prepared, second-floor window, over!"

Feng Biao had fired the shot, and as he quickly worked the bolt of his rifle, he sharply warned, "Watch out for hand grenades!"

Right after his words, two hand grenades were thrown out from the second-floor window.

Peter and his team stopped, crouched, and the grenades exploded about ten meters in front of them, one after the other. After the successive explosions, Feng Biao fired again.

Gao Yi took up a telescope, curious to see how Feng Biao selected his shooting targets. Through the telescope, he saw a figure flitting across the window of the second floor where the target was hiding.

Gao Yi had only seen a figure, but just as he spotted it, Feng Biao’s gun sounded, and then he watched as a blood mist burst out behind the figure.

He hadn’t seen anyone getting hit, only the aftermath—a mist of blood, which by the extent of its burst indicated that the person had probably been blown apart.

Feng Biao murmured, "Hit the explosives. Those inside are highly alert; this must be a nest ready to launch a suicide attack at any moment."

Gao Yi had barely seen anything clear, but Feng Biao had already made the shot; the gap seemed a bit large.

Three people ran out from the building’s back door. Gao Yi hadn’t seen, but he had heard Cliff’s shout.

"Sniper one, three targets spotted, open fire!"

Several gunshots followed, the three who ran out from the back door quickly fell, then Cliff continued to shout, "Enemies incapacitated, over."

According to the intelligence, there were only six people inside. Now Feng Biao had killed two, Cliff and his team three; that left one presumably still inside the building.

Peter and his team accelerated and rushed inside. Only a few seconds after they entered, Peter reported over the radio, "Target captured, over."

Feng Biao softly whistled, then lifting his head from behind the scope, he looked at Gao Yi with a sycophantic smile and said, "All done, President Gao, you can pay now."

Gao Yi silently handed over one thousand dollars which he had already counted, handing a stack of bills to Feng Biao and said, "Good shooting."

"Thank you, thank you. It’s just a basic skill. You’re too kind. Remember me for any more jobs, thank you, President Gao."

One thousand dollars, and Feng Biao was as happy as a flower.

Bearing the prepared against the unprepared, and with a preemptive surround of the target, a capture mission should be this straightforward; allowing the targets the chance to shoot was actually not ideal.

Fortunately, Feng Biao had detected something amiss and opened fire in time, managing to prevent potential danger.

If it weren’t for that first shot, Peter and his team would most likely have encountered those grenades head-on.

Gao Yi watched Feng Biao put the money in his pocket, then start to pack up his gun, and suddenly asked, "How did you spot it, and how did you aim at the second person? I didn’t even see clearly, but you had already killed him."

Feng Biao ejected the bullet from the gun’s chamber, turned on the safety, and placed the rifle back into a large box, chuckling, "Isn’t this just a sniper’s basic job? You asked how I figured it out; I can’t really say. Just shot a lot, became a habit I guess."

Gao Yi nodded then seriously said, "I’ll find you for jobs in the future, definitely."

Feng Biao closed the box and grinned, "That’s great to hear, I thank you in advance, President Gao. I’ll take my leave now; waiting for your call, ready whenever you need, thanks again, take care ..."

The unremarkable combat had lasted less than two minutes. Two snipers and two machine gunners, a team of four managed to kill five enemies from both sides.

From any angle, this battle was quite routine, and success was expected; failure would have meant collective suicide in disgrace.

Yet, Gao Yi had experienced what it meant to see a difference in class during this ordinary battle.

That instant capturing, aiming, and shooting, that one shot, it shattered Gao Yi’s dream of becoming a sniper quite a bit.

Feng Biao, offering nice words, started descending the stairs, while Gao Yi watched his retreating figure and sighed deeply.

This couldn’t wait any longer. Heading to the hospital, waiting for Li Jie to wake up, to make the gun.