Chapter Sixty-Six: We Will Complete the Mission!

“Thank you for trusting me, Captain. I will give my all to complete the mission,” Qin Feng said, his expression resolute. He was determined to go all out and accomplish the task at hand.

“Good,” Warhawk replied.

“Chengzi, you seem very familiar with the Type 88 sniper rifle. No wonder you surpassed the Sniper King. This time, we’re more confident. I’ve tried that little thing myself—within a thousand meters, I can hit the target with an accuracy rate of eighty-five percent. Beyond a thousand meters, though, it’s uncertain; the hit rate drops below twenty percent. Brother, tell me, at two thousand meters, how certain can you be?” Snow Leopard asked.

“Two thousand meters?” Qin Feng pondered for a moment, not entirely sure. He answered, “I can give it a try. The accuracy is roughly between sixty to eighty percent, but the actual result depends on the environment. Still, it shouldn’t fall below fifty percent.”

“Fifty percent is more than enough. That’s really impressive—perhaps even higher than the Sniper King’s rate,” Shadow said with delight, feeling that Qin Feng’s marksmanship was quite remarkable.

“That’s right. The Type 88 sniper rifle is accurate up to fifteen hundred meters. At that range, you can target all kinds of objects, and the weapon is highly versatile, though it demands a lot from the shooter. Fengzi, you truly deserve your title as the sniper who bested the Sniper King; your shooting is excellent,” Black Wolf added, clearly pleased. He had seen Qin Feng in action and knew how precise he could be—more than enough to handle any enemy.

“I agree. With continuous training like this, I believe Fengzi will become a master sniper,” Flying Eagle said, looking at Qin Feng. Having someone with such accuracy on the team gave everyone more confidence in carrying out the mission.

After chatting for a while, Warhawk returned, having completed the paperwork, and instructed everyone to collect their weapons. They all went to the armory and picked up their equipment.

Back in their dormitory, they began to check their weapons. Qin Feng carefully inspected his new Type 88 sniper rifle, cleaning it thoroughly before oiling and maintaining it. Then, he checked the rest of his gear, knowing that any issues could still be addressed before they entered the field.

Soon, Qin Feng had verified that everything was in perfect order.

At that moment, Warhawk came over with five sheets of paper, handing one to each person. “This is standard procedure before a mission—write your last will. Take it seriously.”

Everyone took a sheet and began to write.

It was Qin Feng’s first time writing such a thing, and he found it a bit odd, unsure what to say. The others finished quickly, writing messages like, “When I return, let’s share our mission experiences together.”

After thinking for a moment, Qin Feng wrote something similar. He finished quickly.

Warhawk came by to collect the papers. Seeing what Qin Feng had written, his expression grew stern. “Fengzi, as your captain, let me remind you to take this seriously. Are you sure you’re done?”

“I’m sure,” Qin Feng replied with certainty.

“All right, I’ll submit it,” Warhawk said, taking the documents away.

Time passed quickly, and night soon fell.

It was a gentle night. The bright moonlight bathed the ground in a soft, hazy glow. A cool breeze rustled the leaves outside the window, while the distant sounds of soldiers training drifted in from the field. Suddenly, Qin Feng realized he was sleepless—not from anxiety, but from anticipation. He was thinking about how to carry out tomorrow’s mission.

“I will complete the mission,” he told himself. He believed in his abilities. Over the past month or two, he had trained with a near-fanatical intensity, enduring a grueling regimen that could only be described as hellish. He had used the training methods Su Yun had taught him, and no one understood the pain better than he did. If not for his own cultivation techniques, this kind of high-intensity training would have crippled him long ago; he would never have recovered so quickly or improved so rapidly. He was secretly grateful for these methods, which allowed him to push forward and grow stronger.

“Su Yun, I will become stronger.” At that moment, a beautiful figure appeared in Qin Feng’s mind, her lovely face gazing at him with deep affection, breaking into a radiant, infectious smile like a flower blooming in spring—a sight that warmed his heart and made him feel as if he were basking in the gentle breeze of the season.

Qin Feng smiled, his worries melting away, and soon his mind was at ease. He drifted off into a peaceful, restful sleep.

The next morning, sunlight flooded the training base of the Fierce Tiger Special Operations Unit. The air was fresh, the breeze invigorating.

After a hearty breakfast, Qin Feng and his team donned their camouflage ghillie suits. The third squad was about to embark on their mission.

Fully equipped, they shouldered their packs, grabbed their disguised weapons, and quickly left the dormitory, heading for the transport helicopter that was already waiting for them. There was no need for ritual toasts or bravado; they were men on a mission, confident in their abilities.

With a thunderous roar, the helicopter lifted off and soared into the sky, leaving behind only the soldiers still training on the field and the commander’s blessing: “Fengzi, I hope you all succeed and return safely. I believe in you.”

On board, Qin Feng and the others closed their eyes to rest, knowing there was still a distance to their destination.

Warhawk opened his eyes and looked at Qin Feng, noticing that Qin Feng had already opened his own, as if sensing someone’s gaze. Warhawk called out loudly, “Fengzi, this is your first time carrying out a mission overseas. Are you nervous?”

The roar of the helicopter’s rotors was deafening—one had to shout to be heard.

“I’m not nervous. On the battlefield, it’s all about eliminating the enemy—wherever they are, I’ll take aim and take them down. Surviving means we can keep fighting and ultimately complete the mission,” Qin Feng replied, his voice steady and calm, betraying no hint of anxiety.

“Good. As long as you understand that, we’ll accomplish the mission,” Warhawk nodded, reassured by Qin Feng’s composure. It would serve them well when the time came for action.