Urban Most Awesome Dad

Chapter 165: Chapter 165: Operation of the Pheasant Squad Begins_1

Xu Fan arrived at a flat area at the foot of the mountain and quickly parked the car in the parking lot.

He took out a huge climbing bag from the car’s trunk, and at the same time, grabbed a large pack of herbs he had gotten from Zhi Shen Tang, and hurriedly ran up the mountain.

Seeing Xu Fan pick up his pack and leave, Mackenzie and Sandru also quickly drove to the parking lot, grabbed their gear in an instant, jumped out of their cars, and sprinted after Xu Fan in hot pursuit.

Some time ago, an accident had occurred on Yulong Mountain. A group of middle school students had arranged to climb the mountain, and as a result, they all went missing together. This incident alarmed the higher-ups in Zhonghai City, who dispatched hundreds of police and firefighters to search the mountain tirelessly for an entire half-month, covering every possible angle, yet they failed to find any trace of the missing students.

Yulong Mountain had since been temporarily sealed off, without a single person in sight, rendering it extremely silent.

Xu Fan’s steps were nimble as he weaved through the forest, occasionally looking back and noticing that the two foreigners were relentlessly following him.

At this moment, Sandru was forging the path ahead with his titanium alloy super hunting knife, cutting off any obstructing branches with its sharp blade.

Following Sandru, Mackenzie had already discarded his guitar case and was now carrying a semi-automatic rifle on his back.

This rifle was rented at a high price from the black market in Zhonghai by Mackenzie. It was a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, and Mackenzie, using his years of experience, had fitted it with a scope to substitute for a sniper rifle.

Typically, when out on missions, Mackenzie would bring his Barrett anti-material sniper rifle or an AWM sniper rifle, but regulations in Yan Country were too strict, and he couldn’t bring his beloved weapons. Besides, he had come to Yan Country for vacation and never intended to work, so in his haste, he couldn’t find a sniper rifle with great firepower, and had to make do with this one instead.

But it’s not about the quality of the gun; it’s about who’s using it.

Mackenzie was a former military sniper ace, and even within the entirety of Sanjiao State, he was considered an extraordinary marksman. Even with a simple Type 56 semi, Mackenzie could hit targets within one thousand meters with unerring accuracy.

Xu Fan’s pace was fast, walking on the rugged mountain path as if it were flat ground, without the slightest pause, leaving the duo known as the “mountain chickens” struggling to keep up.

Although both were former American special forces with strength and endurance far beyond the average person, Xu Fan, a seemingly frail man from Yan Country, was running faster than the both of them. No matter how hard Mackenzie and Sandru tried, they couldn’t catch up, and the distance between them only grew wider.

Mackenzie, realizing he and Sandru were falling behind Xu Fan by two to three hundred meters, knew it would be difficult to find Xu Fan if he ventured deeper into the jungle, so he shouted to Sandru, “Lieutenant Shan, there’s an excellent sniping spot at 11 o’clock, a hundred meters away. I’ll establish a sniper position there; you keep him busy and give me a chance to take him out.”

“Roger that!” Sandru bellowed, his legs powering up as he desperately chased after Xu Fan.

In just over a hundred meters, in the blink of an eye, Xu Fan continued running up the mountain path, while Mackenzie had reached the rock suitable for setting up a sniping position.

Mackenzie leapt onto the rock, about one person tall and smooth on top, then fluidly removed the Type 56 semi-automatic from his back.

Setting up the rifle, aiming, flicking off the safety—his movements were as smooth as flowing water, a routine Mackenzie had performed tens of thousands of times, so ingrained in his muscles and memory that not even the slightest error occurred.

The crosshairs in the scope firmly locked onto Xu Fan. Mackenzie curled his middle finger, using his experience to calculate the wind speed and humidity, then combined this with Xu Fan’s movements to predict his path.

Within one second, Mackenzie had determined Xu Fan’s position for the next second, as well as where the bullet would be after he fired.

Then Mackenzie’s hand gently pulled the trigger.

The next moment, with a “bang,” the bullet left the chamber.

Xu Fan’s occiput and the bullet were about to collide perfectly.

Xu Fan was hurrying towards the Yulong Temple at the mountain peak when unexpectedly, the two foreigners stayed on his trail like burrs. He couldn’t shake them off, contemplating whether he should find a suitable spot to take care of them first when suddenly, an icy, bone-chilling sensation came over him from his heart.

It was a sign of extreme danger.

Xu Fan barely had time for any other action and instinctively executed an iron bridge maneuver, his body suddenly arching backward and falling straight down.

“Ting!” A bullet flew through where Xu Fan had just been, traveled dozens of meters forward, and struck a stone, instantly shattering it and scattering fragments.

“Dammit! To dare shoot!” Xu Fan raged inwardly.

He hadn’t expected these foreigners to actually dare to open fire in broad daylight.

Moreover, the gunman was really too skilled. If not for the sudden premonition of danger in his heart and an instinctive dodge, that bullet would have hit him in the head.

Although Xu Fan was now endowed with the strength of a Martial Arts Grandmaster in Yan Country, he still faced the risk of injury or even death from such powerful firearms.

Just a gun could threaten him, not to mention cannons, missiles, or even atomic bombs.

While mortals might seem like ants in Xu Fan’s eyes, these ants still wielded the power to Destroy Heaven and Earth.

Only by rapidly improving his own strength was there a way out, the only way to protect himself and Tongtong, Xu Fan thought firmly to himself.

In his past life, as the Five Directions Great Emperor, a mere sneeze could have blown up a planet.

Only when he reached that level would he not fear any danger in the universe. For now, Xu Fan had only one path forward: to elevate himself.

But for now, Xu Fan had to deal with the immediate problem.

With the shot missing, a flicker of surprise crossed Mackenzie’s eyes; he cursed vehemently, “Fuck, my perfect shot, how did he dodge that.”

Xu Fan wouldn’t answer him because he had already thrown the two bags he carried to the ground and charged towards his pursuer.

Xu Fan had intended to take advantage of the morning’s dense Spiritual Energy to scout Yulong Mountain, but since the two foreigners wanted him dead, he decided to send them to meet God first.