At midnight, moonlight spilled onto the earth like liquid silver, caressing the lush woods behind the Training Team's hill with a gray haze. Occasionally, a few night birds fluttered into the night sky, vanishing quickly. Perched on a branch of a large tree, an owl sat motionless, its eyes flickering with an eerie glow. Suddenly, it swooped down like a streak of lightning, seizing a mouse that had ventured out to forage, and then just as quickly flew away, disappearing without a trace.
Not far from where the owl hunted, in a thicket of bushes, a head raised up, watching the departing owl with eyes dancing with a cold light, then quickly turned back to the sniper scope. The sniper rifle was camouflaged with dried grass and was practically indistinguishable at first glance. The head was crowned with a ring of grass and the body was draped in a grass coat—it was Luo Zheng, engaged in sniper training.
