"Not good, I've been spotted, cover me while I rush over." Ghost Hand lay in the depression, not daring to move, hands over his head, speaking through his headset. The bullets were too intense and accurate, nearly whizzing past Ghost Hand's back due to the angle, causing Luo Zheng's heart to race as he hurriedly aimed his gun.
The gunfire exposed the shooting position, making it easy to locate. Luo Zheng quickly pinpointed one of the firing spots, and through the sniper scope, he could clearly see bullets continuously firing from it. There was just one shooting hole, the size of a fist, and the target's position was not visible. Luo Zheng estimated the distance and the enemy's position and height, adjusted for wind speed, and then decisively fired.