"Haha!"
The laughter of the Chief of Staff echoed from the tent, resonating far across this mountaintop.
He was genuinely delighted!
Wang Ye had won.
That grenade had unexpectedly exploded just two meters behind this special forces soldier, forcing him to roll quickly.
And then, in the next moment, Wang Ye charged forward and filled the air with bullets, causing him to smoke.
Yes, he had actually fired his gun just now.
But it was futile.
With a distance of more than twenty meters, and the fact that he had rolled, he had no conditions to aim or even lock onto Wang Ye in the first place.
He could only rely on his instincts to shoot when he heard the sound.
"Pah! Pah!" The pistol shots seemed feeble amidst the dense "pupupu" of the Type 05 submachine gun.
Crouching on the ground, rolling, Wang Ye took a kneeling position and aimed his gun.
"Pupupu~"
