When Yang Wucheng's car emerged, the sniper perched on the rooftop instantly aimed at Yang Wucheng's head. Yang Wucheng, today I will kill you. The sniper from the Island Country muttered under his breath, lying in wait without firing immediately. He was waiting for the perfect moment.
Yang Wucheng drove with a calm expression, as if nothing was amiss. Deep down, however, he was under immense pressure. He had a vague, strange sensation between his eyebrows. He knew exactly what it meant: someone had him in the sights of a long-range sniper rifle.
After all, Yang Wucheng was a battle-hardened veteran. He had once been a member of a special forces team and had gradually climbed to his current position. Lacking any influential backing, he had started as a regular soldier. Rising from a common soldier to a military region commander required not just brains, but also tremendous strength!
