Long Zhan activated the laser mounted on his rifle and stood up, reappearing at the perimeter.
The laser beam, visible only through the night vision goggles, resembled a long and thin antenna extending from the rooftop to the chest of Clay, about seventy to eighty meters away.
Clay Cat was next to a window in a building, contemplating how to seize an armed pickup truck.
As Long Zhan's bright laser light shot over, it was impossible for him not to notice, and he immediately activated his own laser in response, signaling that he had received the message.
"Okay, quick reaction, that's good news," Long Zhan muttered to himself. He kept his left hand steady on the rifle while his right hand hovered over the IR laser indicator switch, starting a rhythmic on-and-off pattern.
"Morse code?"
Clay was competitive and eager to show off, but this flaw didn't overshadow his excellence as a newcomer. He quickly understood what Long Zhan was trying to convey.
This immediate reaction was enough to prove his potential.
Mastery of Morse code wasn't a strict requirement for Navy SEALs, but Long Zhan had learned it simply because his mind was sharp, and as a soldier in the U.S. military, with weekends off and various holidays, he had a lot of free time.
He was alone in this world, and with so much free time, boredom often took over. Aside from occasionally going out to hook up and solve his physical needs, most of his time was spent learning various odds and ends, including global mainstream languages.
Clay, on the other hand, specialized in intelligence and communications, and mastering various encryption methods was his foundation.
As Long Zhan's varied laser signals continued, Clay gradually understood what Long Zhan was trying to convey.
"You provide fire support, I'll take the armed pickup truck, then we meet up at the alley exit to retreat?"
Upon hearing this plan, Clay's heart leaped with joy.
Clay had recently become a lone wolf after being hit by a stray bullet during a sudden heavy machine gun barrage. The bullet grazed his right chest and nearly killed him on the spot.
Fortunately, the bullet was deflected by the bulletproof vest's protection, passing through the ballistic inserts and being deflected away, flying through his armpit. This was the reason why neither Jason nor Long Zhan received any response from Clay.
Though Clay had survived, the heavy machine gun's bullet still carried immense kinetic energy.
The stray bullet collided with the ballistic insert, but the impact still passed through the protection, striking Clay's chest with the force of a hammer, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to collapse.
It took him a full four to five seconds to catch his breath and get back on his feet.
At that point, the rest of Team B had long since run off. In the darkness, the armed pickup truck's visibility was poor, and it didn't notice Clay lying on the ground.
Eager to prove himself, Clay watched the armed pickup truck drive past and couldn't resist the bold idea of sneaking after it and taking it!
From this moment on, it's clear that Clay, at his current stage of being hotheaded and competitive, and Long Zhan, who doesn't follow conventional tactics, were remarkably similar. Both had dangerous, unconventional ideas.
Clay thought it, and then he did it.
Thanks to the advantage of his night vision goggles and his personal abilities honed by years of tough training, Clay smoothly made his way to the back of the pickup truck.
The reason he hadn't made his move yet was because there were too many people around the truck, and he couldn't handle the situation alone.
At that moment, Long Zhan suddenly contacted him and expressed that he also intended to seize the armed pickup truck.
This was exactly what Clay had hoped for!
There was no need for further consideration. Clay immediately activated the laser on his rifle and responded to Long Zhan using the same Morse code.
"I'm ready. I can act at any time."
That was Clay's reply to Long Zhan.
"Sonny, Clay has agreed to the plan and is ready to go. We'll do it as usual. You take the heavy machine gun, and I'll handle the infantry nearby."
After speaking, Long Zhan added, "Oh, by the way, I hope you can be more accurate. I want to play with that old antique from the last century. I think it'll be fun."
"You won't get the chance because I like that brutish thing too, haha."
With a way to break through the current situation, Long Zhan's mood lightened, and Sonny's spirits clearly improved, a familiar smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
As they spoke, they both stood up, resting their guns on the perimeter.
Through the side-flip three-times magnification sight of the Eotech G33, they locked onto the heavy machine gunner's chest, aiming through the red-dot holographic sight in front.
Beside him, Long Zhan also prepared, setting up his rifle on the perimeter.
The two muscular men, holding almost identical light machine guns, locked onto their respective priority targets.
"Countdown synchronized: three, two, one!"
Sonny maintained his aim as he counted down, and upon reaching one, he squeezed the trigger.
At the same moment, Long Zhan also opened fire.
"Dut dut dut!"
"Dut dut dut dut dut!"
With flames spewing from the gun barrels, a three-round short burst followed by a five-round long burst sent eight bullets flying like venomous snakes.
As a seasoned machine gunner of Team B, Sonny hit his target twice with the three-round burst from a long distance.
The first shot hit the target square in the chest, while the second, due to the natural recoil of the gun, struck the target's mouth.
The mouth was a vulnerable area, and the entire lower jaw was torn off, leaving a gaping, blood-filled hole.
The technique of targeting the lower part of the enemy with the first shot to ensure the accuracy of subsequent shots is a basic method of light machine gun firing.
Sonny's first shot hit rate demonstrated his mastery of this technique.
On the other side, Long Zhan also performed excellently.
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