The darkness is always thickest before dawn. At this moment, the mysterious organization, like a cornered beast, glints of madness and unwillingness in their eyes. They have long lain dormant in the shadows, their carefully woven web of conspiracy gradually unraveling, their edifice of power and profit precariously crumbling. But they refuse to accept defeat, and so they decide to risk everything and launch a final, decisive battle.
Like ghosts, they gathered from every corner of the world. Some were desperate criminals, bribed with large sums of money, their eyes numb to life and death; some were fanatical believers bewitched by extreme ideologies, their hearts burning with twisted faith, willing to sacrifice everything for the organization; and some were the core strength within the organization, those ruthless and sophisticated criminals, who knew the consequences of failure and were determined to perish together with their enemies.
Their gathering was swift and stealthy, like a black tide surging in the darkness, surging towards Jiang Zhi, Shen Qingchen, and the alliance members. They brought with them the most advanced weaponry, guns and ammunition worth a fortune on the black market, and a variety of high-tech combat equipment. There were infrared scopes that could see in the darkness as if it were daylight, powerful armor-piercing rounds that could penetrate thick cover, and electronic jammers that could disrupt communication signals. Each item betrayed their sinister intentions and formidable offensive power.
The attack unfolded without warning, like a thunderclap from the sky. Suddenly, a hail of bullets rained down upon the Alliance. Bullets whistled through the air, carrying with them the scent of death, sending strings of sparks scattering across the ground. Explosions echoed around them, deafening roars and flames shooting skyward, transforming the once peaceful environment into a living hell.
Although the alliance members had been prepared, the sudden and fierce attack from the mysterious organization still caught them off guard. Some were unfortunately injured in the first wave of attacks, and blood flowed on the ground, staining the ground beneath their feet red. But they showed no sign of retreat, quickly adjusting their posture and launching a tenacious resistance.
Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen were at the heart of the battle, their gazes as resolute as a rock, unfazed. As the alliance's core commander, Shen Qingchen quickly and calmly analyzed the battlefield situation. He barked out orders, urging the alliance members to quickly seek cover and organize an effective defense. He directed some members to flank the mysterious organization, attempting to outflank them and disrupt their attack.
"Be careful to hide! Don't panic! Act according to the predetermined plan!" Shen Qingchen's voice was clearly transmitted to the ears of every alliance member amid the hail of bullets. The voice seemed to have a magical power, which gradually calmed everyone's originally panicked hearts.
Jiang Zhi assisted the injured. Her eyes were filled with anxiety and heartache, but her hands moved without a trace of panic. She expertly applied her medical skills to stop bleeding, bandage, and stabilize fractures. She moved through the flames of battle like an angel guarding life, disregarding her own safety to ensure the survival of more people in this brutal battle.
The battle intensified, both sides descending into a frenzy. The mysterious organization's attacks continued, wave after wave, with no sign of respite. Like tireless killing machines, they steadily advanced on the alliance members. Under Shen Qingchen's command, the alliance members stubbornly resisted. They formed a defensive line with their bodies, striking back with their weapons.
On one side of the battlefield, amidst a hail of gunfire, elite members of the alliance struggled to move toward the shadowy organization's flank. They exploited the terrain for cover, sometimes crawling, sometimes running. Sweat soaked their clothes, dirt and blood stained their faces, but their eyes held only determination and fearlessness. They knew that the success or failure of this operation depended on the lives of countless people and the upholding of justice.
When they finally circumvented the mysterious organization's flank, a fierce exchange of fire erupted. Both sides held nothing back, and bullets flew between them like a hail of bullets. With their tenacious will and exceptional combat skills, the alliance members gradually gained the upper hand on the flank. They successfully suppressed some of the mysterious organization's firepower, relieving pressure on the front lines.
However, the mysterious organization was no pushover. They quickly sensed the threat on their flanks and quickly adjusted their deployment. A portion of the enemy was withdrawn from the front lines and launched a frenzied counterattack against the alliance members on the flanks. For a moment, the situation on the flanks became even more tense. The alliance members faced immense pressure, and casualties began to mount.
On the front lines, Shen Qingchen personally led a group of members in close combat against a mysterious organization. Bullets were no longer enough to suffice the intensity of the battle, and the two sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Shen Qingchen wielded a specially crafted dagger, its cold gleam gleaming in the sunlight, like the resolute light in his eyes. With lightning speed, he weaved between the enemies, each swing of the dagger accurately striking the enemy's vital points. Behind him stood a group of equally brave and fearless alliance members, some wielding melee weapons, engaging in fierce combat with the enemy, while others used their firearms, providing precise fire support at close range to their comrades.
After treating a group of wounded, Jiang Zhi joined the front lines. Unbeknownst to her, she now possessed a delicate pistol, a self-defense weapon specially prepared for her by Shen Qingchen. Her marksmanship was impeccable, each bullet hitting the enemy with pinpoint accuracy. Simultaneously, she skillfully dodged enemy attacks with her agility. Her figure on the battlefield resembled a lithe butterfly, dancing gracefully amidst the hail of bullets, yet delivering devastating blows to the enemy.
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