Yang Qinglan's eyes turned back to black. She picked up the sniper rifle from the ghillie suit. The rifle was heavy, and she held it with both hands before handing it to Li Changzhou.

“Both Qianxia and I have killed people,” she said quietly, her eyes fixed on Li Changzhou.

"No...don't kill me..." the ghillie suited to Li Changzhou's knees pleaded, enduring excruciating pain, "Cooperate...we...can cooperate!"

【Name: M95 Sniper Rifle】

[Type: Weapon]

Quality: D

[Special Effects: None]

Minimum requirements for use: Strength 5, Agility 4

[Description: Bolt-action sniper rifle; Caliber: 12.7 mm; Magazine capacity: 5 rounds; Muzzle velocity: 854 m/s; Effective range: 1800 m]

[Note: This is a civilian model, but neither military nor civilian use will increase your value.]

"Brother," Li Qianxia called softly.

The brother and sister were of one mind. With just one word, "brother," Li Changzhou already knew what she wanted to say—support mixed with worry.

“If it weren’t for the sudden explosion, and without my instincts, we would already be dead.” Yang Qinglan continued in a quiet voice, “Here, survival is the first priority, and killing is the natural order.”

"Please...please..." the ghillie suit continued to plead intermittently, its voice trembling with sobs.

Li Changzhou took the gun.

"Bang!"

The pungent smell of smoke and fire filled the air, and the soil was stained red with blood.

The ghillie suit was stripped off, and two magazines full of bullets were found on the waist.

The body was left aside, and the three men, exhausted, huddled in the trench as if crushed.

The explosions stopped, but other sounds kept recurring. They even saw a strange, octopus-like tree wielding a vine whip, chasing a wolf.

Li Changzhou looked down at the black "identity card" in his hand, which appeared after the ghillie suit died.