"Whizz whizz whizz—" Everyone continued to probe suspicious areas with gunfire, as the fierce sniper bullets plunged into the sand without any response. Mountain Eagle charged fiercely forward, anger flaring over his brother's death, holding his sniper rifle level on his shoulder, body slightly arched, feet moving swiftly, with the muzzle locked dead ahead, constantly scanning for targets and firing rapidly at any suspicious point.
Soon, two black shadows emerged from the sand slope, rushing frantically toward the canyon, evidently intimidated by Mountain Eagle and the others' reckless fighting style, unwilling to linger long. Their speed was like a gust of wind, making it impossible for Mountain Eagle to react; due to the angle, there was no shooting opportunity. With a grim expression, he ran after them.
