Jiang Feng adjusted his breathing, synchronizing his heartbeat with the sound of the wind.
The high-powered crosshairs in the scope slowly shifted with millimeter precision between the limited positions where the machine gunner might appear.
His finger rested steadily on the trigger, at the critical point between semi-automatic and burst fire.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds...
The machine gunner seemed about to change the ammo belt or adjust the shooting direction, having to slightly raise his body to observe the position of the assault troops ahead.
At the moment when his helmet and shoulders were exposed about five centimeters more—
Jiang Feng pulled the trigger.
But almost at the same instant the bullet was fired, that machine gunner, relying on some beast-like battlefield instinct, sensed the deadly crisis, and his head shrank sharply downward!
