Liu Zhizhong didn't even know who the enemy was, nor did he know how he could help Wen Bao. He could only sit in the lounge and wait to see what happens!

After all, there was just a wall separating this place from the outdoors. Going out to lend a few shots in a critical moment would be quick.

As of now, Liu Zhizhong was watching the surveillance, clearly observing the terrain of Wen Bao's area and the surroundings, imprinting them in his mind.

Xiang Wenhua had taught Liu Zhizhong that if it really came down to combat, the first thing you need is to understand the terrain map, mentally prepare all estimates and plans—where to hide, where to shoot directly, where to snipe, etc.

The teachings of the old father-in-law played a significant role for Liu Zhizhong at this moment, benefiting him greatly.

A youthful genius in officialdom, equally excellent in other fields!

Before long, the intense moment arrived.

Next to all Wen Bao's houses, a tall man wearing a black hood was shockingly holding a folding-stock submachine gun, which wasn't supplied here, approaching Wen Bao's hideout.

The man moved along the base of the wall with great tactics, his figure well-hidden.

From another direction, in the jungle assault area, another short and sturdy man accompanied by two others, all wearing hoods and holding folding-stock submachine guns, approached Wen Bao from different directions.

One against four!

The bullet's firepower doesn't match!

What would Wen Bao do?

Liu Zhizhong's heart truly felt suspended, and he really wanted to rush out!

However, at that moment, the surveillance footage changed, showing two hooded women creeping towards Wen Bao from another area.

"Damn..."

Liu Zhizhong almost couldn't sit still.

Is this freaking six against one?

Who knows if there are more of them?

Who knows who Wen Bao offended, bringing in so many live rounds?

This guy is truly mysterious, sigh...

It was then that Wen Bao acted.

He moved swiftly like a rabbit, suddenly darting from the corner to a nearby window, raising his rifle for a precise shot.

The shot hit a guy in the left eye, causing blood to gush on the spot, clutching his wounded eye and collapsing, twitching uncontrollably, and then he was dead.

Following this, three people from the opposite side unleashed a submachine gun barrage at Wen Bao's window, yet he dodged with a cold and devilish smirk.

Liu Zhizhong was shocked!

What shooting skill, amazing!

Though this guy's head was well protected by a helmet and hood, his eyes weren't protected!

Wen Bao's shot went right into his left eye, and despite the small bullet charge, it still caused great damage in such a tender spot, penetrating directly and blowing brains!

So, wouldn't that guy be dead?

In this instance, Liu Zhizhong almost cheered.

But in the lounge, two people were chatting and resting; upon watching the footage, they were stunned, faces full of terror, not expecting a gunfight to happen.

Meanwhile, another man who had been watching the surveillance appeared completely unconcerned; his face under the sunglasses was cold and disdainful, even giving two snorts.

Liu Zhizhong immediately felt something was off about this man!

Could it be, this man is the mastermind?

Geez... if that's true, doesn't that mean I'm on his radar too?

Liu Zhizhong pondered a bit, then grabbed his gun, ready to get up and leave.

But who knew, right at that moment, this snorting man suddenly erupted, drawing a distinctive handgun, pointing it at Liu Zhizhong's forehead: "Sit down, don't move!"