Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 854: Chapter 855: Taking a Potshot

A swarm of mosquitoes buzzed around Qi Taiguo, his face painfully itchy and swollen from bites, yet he still endured it without moving, lying prone in the bushes, eyes fixed ahead.

Sssshhh.

Whether it was the sound of leaves blown by the wind or something else, Qi Taiguo’s gaze suddenly sharpened. Through the night vision goggles, with the lightest of movements, he pulled the trigger toward a big tree.

The training exercise used mock bullets; they couldn’t kill, but getting hit on the body would still hurt.

A barely audible curse sounded, and Qi Taiguo’s lips curled slightly; he had hit the target.

The opponent seemed unwilling to fall behind and fired two shots back in his direction, but they missed Qi Taiguo.

However, Qi Taiguo dared not take it lightly. Everyone said Wan Zhisen was a skilled sniper; if he was feigning weakness to draw him out, wouldn’t he be falling into a trap?

Sure enough, after two shots, there was no more movement, but Qi Taiguo remained motionless on the ground.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, the rustling sound appeared again, and a branch moved slightly; it was indeed a decoy.

Qi Taiguo fired two more shots in that direction.

"Bastard!" This time, the curse was clearly audible.

Three shots hit; the person was ’dead,’ and he had lost.

Qi Taiguo sighed in relief. After the opponent left, he lay prone for a while longer, then stood up, preparing to return to camp.

After just two steps, Qi Taiguo’s ears twitched, a sharp sound of wind came from his right, multiple missions and battlefield experience told him danger was near!

Qi Taiguo quickly dodged forward, diving as a bullet grazed the edge of his arm, and he rolled back into the bushes to find cover, his eyes alert.

He subtly touched his arm where the bullet passed; the sleeve was hot and had a hole, his expression instantly hardened.

Mock bullets and real bullets are different, the one that just flew by was definitely a real bullet.

Someone had fired a cold shot at him.

Who was it, who wanted to kill him, was it Wang Zhiseng or someone else?

Qi Taiguo didn’t dare to breathe heavily, he had no live bullets, and couldn’t confront the enemy head-on, or he’d surely die.

Hidden in the bushes, Qi Taiguo stayed motionless, the one who fired the cold shot didn’t move either, both sides were testing who had more endurance.

Time passed unknowingly, camp lights shone this way, and Qi Taiguo quickly looked in the direction of the cold shot, a silhouette swiftly ran away.

Qi Taiguo wiped the sweat off his forehead, then from where he was shot, squatted there feeling the ground.

He finally found a bullet, squinted to carefully inspect it, then held it in his palm, and quietly headed back to camp.

"Why are you back now, it’s been over two hours!" Instructor Wang scolded sternly.

"Report. Someone took a cold shot with a real bullet." Qi Taiguo stood at attention, speaking coldly, and extended his hand to show the bullet head in his palm.

Wang Hua’s expression slightly changed, just as he was about to reach for it, Instructor Fu quickly took the bullet in his hand, looked it over, and said, "We need to check the bullet inventory records later."

Wang Hua pursed his lips and nodded, but his brow furrowed.

Instructor Fu directed Qi Taiguo back to the camp to rejoin the team.

Qi Taiguo glanced at Wan Zhisen, who darkened his face and said, "It wasn’t me!"

"I know it wasn’t you." He coldly glanced at the team that came out for the sniper mission this time, feeling like a jar had been knocked over inside him.

Could there be a hidden hand belonging to Jiang Conghe infiltrated in this team, unknown to both him and Ning Ge? Who could it be?