Chapter 782 - 348: The Secret Between PM and Cohen (8,000 Words—Seeking Monthly Tickets) (Part 3)

Chapter 782: Chapter 348: The Secret Between PM and Cohen (8,000 Words—Seeking Monthly Tickets) (Part 3)

"Yes!"

The mercenary named Gather coldly responded, raising the AR rifle in his hand and moving out, continuously firing towards Gu Ji’s position.

Gu Ji calmly hid behind the tree trunk, allowing the opponent’s gunfire.

The longer he could drag this out, the more certain he would be victorious once Gao Bo and Zhou Yu arrived!

But Cohen and his team weren’t fools either.

As Gu Ji gradually heard the gunfire getting closer and moving to the right, it indicated that the enemy was closing in and attempting to outflank him from the side.

Timing the moment the opponent paused to reload, Gu Ji swiftly held his gun out to the side and fired a three-round burst.

However, before he could determine if it hit the target.

"Bang—!"

Suddenly, a shot from the forest directly hit the tree above Gu Ji, and in an instant, the bullet brushed past, splitting the edge of the tree trunk, the impact grazed his scalp, and splinters of wood flew, hitting his eyes.

Instinctively, Gu Ji squinted, his body uncontrollably falling backward.

The moment he hit the grass, he knew his body was too exposed and immediately rolled back, his feet finding purchase on a tree trunk, his back bowing as he dodged the bullets, frantically pulling the trigger at the nearest mercenary!

"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"

"Gather! Damn it!"

Shadik gritted his teeth, only regretting that his previous shot hadn’t hit directly, helplessly watching another comrade fall dead.

But the situation left him no time to dwell, as Gu Ji’s muzzle swiftly followed, bullets smacking the tree in front of him, forcing him to retreat.

A few consecutive shots neutralized the immediate threat.

Gu Ji quickly rolled and crouched, leaning against the tree trunk, skillfully disassembling the M4 rifle’s magazine to check the ammunition.

Just as he reinserted the magazine, a violent explosion erupted behind him.

A grenade!

The enemy was launching a frontal assault.

It made sense, with a 2-on-1, it was sheer stupidity to stand still and exchange fire tactically!

"Sting! Run!"

Gu Ji, understanding the "retreat when pursued" tactic, knew the last ones standing were surely PM Mercenaries elites, so he led Sting in a rapid zig-zag escape.

Whirling winds swept through the forest behind them.

The bullets occasionally thudded into tree trunks, making dull "thud" sounds until he saw an outcrop of green stone ahead; he slid to its side and quickly rolled behind it.

Just as he left his previous spot, the sharp winds "pfft pfft pfft" into the soil where he’d been.

Rising, Gu Ji quickly propped his gun against the green stone, gripping the handguard with his left hand, resting on his shoulder, furiously pulling the trigger towards the approaching Cohen and his partner, "Sting! Hide quickly!"

The M4’s bolt drove back and forth rapidly, spent casings ejecting dazzlingly from the ejection port.

Until he felt the distinct change in trigger resistance.

Gu Ji’s right hand swiftly left the trigger, quickly withdrawing a magazine from his waist, instantly locking it in place as the old one fell, inserting a new magazine simultaneously while swiftly racking the slide, continuing to fire; the action was virtually seamless.

If Wu Kang, an academy purist, were here, he’d surely berate him.

Because in the eyes of tactical purists, this behavior was incorrect, with the right hand leaving the grip, it was a severe mistake in combat.

But analysis depends on the specifics of the situation.

At that moment, Gu Ji was behind the green stone, using it as a fixed firing point, requiring little adjustment of his aim, prioritizing continuous firepower.

He was now controlling the gun with his left hand, by conventional methods, reloading would necessitate recalibrating his aim.

But by using shoulder-top steadiness, freeing his right hand for reloading, he maintained his aim, speeding up the process, making the transition smoother.

Bear in mind.

Gu Ji was alone, without any teammates to cover his reloading, so under the premise of pre-estimating the magazine’s capacity, speed was essential!

This fluent firepower output instead forced Cohen and Shadik to find cover and reload halfway.

Just as Gu Ji was about to relax.

Another oval-shaped object flew out from the forest, and he rushed with his gun under the green stone as a piercing buzz rang out.

It wasn’t a grenade but a concussion bomb.

It seemed the enemy was out of grenades!

But even for just that moment, Cohen utilized the concussion bomb to interrupt Gu Ji’s OODA loop, regaining fire superiority.

The two started advancing on his position, left and right.

Once Gu Ji chose to fire to the left, the enemy on the right would seize the moment to advance, and vice versa.

In other words.

He was cornered!

Once Cohen and his partner encircled him,

Unless he had a grenade at that moment to disrupt their attack rhythm, unfortunately, he had exhausted all his thrown explosives.

There were only two options left.

One, use the magazine as a fake grenade to bluff the opponent;

Two, let Sting jump forward.

Because both parties’ nerves were on high alert, any slight movement could trigger a response. If he could provoke any evasive motion from the opponents, Gu Ji had a 70% confidence to instantaneously eliminate them both!

The first option bore a risk of failure.

The second option risked death for Sting.

Thirty meters;

Twenty meters;

Ten meters!

No more time to hesitate!!

Bracing himself, Gu Ji quickly drew out a spare magazine from his waist, ready to throw it when, suddenly...