Special Forces: Drawing Yan Shuangying, Using Gun-Fu to Humiliate Lao Gao

Before the gunfire had even stopped, the Blue Army's ambush had already been exposed. Yan Xiaofei, who had jumped off the vehicle early, took aim from two kilometers away. With his shooting distance halved and his gun-fighting technique in play, his bullets traced arcs that defied common sense. The entire Gray Wolf unit was wiped out in twenty-three seconds. This wasn't an exercise. It was a one-sided hunt. The tactics Wolf Fang took pride in were useless against him.

Old Gao, the Dog-Head, hurriedly adjusted the deployment, sending Coyote with three sniper rifles to ambush them at Shangling. But gunshots suddenly rang out in the direction of Xiefengkou. Yan Xiaofei, who should have been heading straight for the command center, had veered off every predicted route. Where was he trying to strike? Would he keep picking off the elite troops on the perimeter, or bypass the blockade and charge straight at the Blue Army's heart? Every choice dragged Wolf Fang further into a passive position.

Chen Pai, Zhuang Yan, Lao Pao, and Xi Wa had already moved into position from both flanks. They were no longer the recruits they had been a month ago. Their focus, honed through hours of training, and the foundations built by daily extreme conditioning were all waiting for the first exchange of fire. Yan Xiaofei gave them just one order: Disrupt them. Don't get into a direct fight. The real main force was still hidden in a direction no one could guess.

This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any similarities are coincidental. Do not imitate.