C692 Suspicion

Pain seared through Chen Zhixuan's arm, a sharp, unrelenting agony.

Clutching a man's body in his grasp was no shield against the sniper's bullets.

The enemy marksman wielded a high-caliber rifle, its shots devastating.

With that realization, Chen Zhixuan tossed aside the lifeless body of the gunman without a second thought. He didn't seek cover; instead, he charged toward the building ahead