"What's going on?" Lan Xue, hearing the gunfire, asked urgently.
Atop the mountain, Luo Zheng spotted the enemy opening fire. Without enough time to snipe, he shouted quickly, "Ambush, take cover!" while swinging his gun to aim.
Ghost Hand, hearing Luo Zheng's shout, realized he had been targeted. If it hadn't been for the snow underfoot giving way, causing him to slip and dodge the bullet, he would have been dead. Standing up or moving forward meant certain death, so through gritted teeth, he rolled down the slope with the momentum, quickly creating a blind spot beneath it. The shooter, having lost sight of Ghost Hand and realizing his own exposure, immediately started to retreat, but it was already too late.
