Han Yu looked around; besides the rocks in front of him, there was no good cover.
Fortunately, he was not far from the water.
He carefully surveyed the boathouse and spotted three abandoned sand transport ships inside.
If he wasn't mistaken, the sniper should be in one of them.
With this thought, he took a deep breath, picked up a rock from the ground, and hurled it into the air with all his might.
Bang!
Another gunshot rang out, and the bullet shattered the rock.
Seizing the moment, Han Yu rolled over like a donkey, quickly rolled to the lakeside, and plunged into the water with a splash.
Bang bang!
Two bullets hit the lake, but Han Yu had already disappeared.
On the deck of one of the abandoned sand transport ships in the boathouse, a man dressed in black and wearing a mask furrowed his brow and set down the sniper rifle in his hand.
Three times!
He had pulled the trigger three times in total, but had not hit the target.
"Am I hallucinating?"
