"Whoosh~"
"Whoosh~"
Zeto, who had hidden inside the building, quickly adjusted his breathing and pulse using tactical breathing. The long-distance sprint had consumed a lot of his stamina.
After several rapid tactical shifts, he finally put enough distance between himself and his pursuers.
Tactical breathing can quickly activate the parasympathetic nervous system, lower heart rate, and improve concentration.
Inhale for 4 seconds through the nose, using abdominal breathing; hold breath for 4 seconds, keeping lungs full; exhale for 4 seconds slowly through the mouth; hold breath for 4 seconds after lungs are empty; repeat 3-5 times.
This is a breathing technique commonly used by US Special Forces to stabilize their state under high-pressure environments.
As a top assassin, he naturally knew this tactical breathing method, which can trick the brain into thinking "danger has passed" by using a regular breathing rhythm (such as 4-4-4-4), thereby shutting down the sympathetic nervous system excitement triggered by the "fight or flight" response and activating the parasympathetic nervous system to enter a resting state.
It can lower the heart rate by 10-20 beats/minute within 30 seconds while maintaining alertness, as snipers need both calmness and focus.
Quickly regaining his composure, he immediately pulled out an MP5K from his backpack. Using a sniper rifle in this kind of place was unrealistic, and the enemy pursuers were coming fast, meaning close-quarters combat was imminent, so the MP5K was the most suitable.
He stood up, his back against a load-bearing wall.
This position only had a defensive weakness on the left, but the left happened to be outside the building, so he only needed to focus his defense on his right side, where the staircase was located behind him.
Footsteps from behind were rapidly approaching, somewhat chaotic, indicating three people.
There was also a faint sound of cursing, though he wasn't sure if he'd misheard.
But the footsteps quickly faded away.
Zeto's vigilance was at its highest, constantly listening for any movement around him.
"Hey, Little Japan!" A sudden, unexpected voice boomed near his ear.
It was Zhang Jie, who had already caught up, speaking to him from around the corner.
He was also panting, of course, but he recovered faster; after all, the special training in the rainforest for those few days wasn't for nothing.
"I heard you have a grudge with us?"
Zeto: ?
Zhang Jie's voice was loud, and Jensen and Kincaid, who were right behind him, immediately understood, turning and heading in another direction.
I can understand the English you speak, but why do I completely fail to understand the meaning of these few words combined?
What do you mean, "I heard I have a grudge with you guys"?
"However, no matter what our grudge is, one thing we can confirm today is that you might need to die first."
Zhang Jie continued, his voice quite loud, and the panting Kincaid finally caught up from behind.
"Holy shit! What the hell is wrong with all of you, running so fast? I'm an old man and I can barely keep up with you."
Kincaid's voice was clearly even louder than Zhang Jie's; before he even got close to Zhang Jie, his booming voice had already drowned out Zhang Jie's words.
Kincaid stood not far from Zhang Jie, hands on his knees, panting, "Oh, I swear, how long has it been since I've run this far?"
"The last time I chased someone this far was when I chased that bastard Zeto for two kilometers, and he still got away!"
Kincaid's characteristic cheeky voice was heard clearly.
"Kuso ttare!"
Hearing Kincaid's curses, Zeto, who hadn't intended to speak, couldn't help but mutter a low curse.
Zhang Jie's ears instantly perked up; he heard that sound.
However, he didn't show any reaction, continuing to look in the direction of the corridor.
And Kincaid's trash talk continued, "You know what? That damn Little Japan bastard stole 23 missions from me, costing me 27.2 million! Motherfucker!"
Listening to Kincaid incessantly badmouthing him, Zeto finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Damn Kincaid, I know it's you! You motherfucker, if you're bad, practice more! Don't always think I'm stealing your missions!"
Zeto was no less skilled at cursing; he not only cursed but also raised his MP5K and began to spray bullets in the direction of the stairwell.
Tat-tat-tat!
A barrage of bullets hit the wall, scattering everywhere.
Fortunately, Zhang Jie and Kincaid were quite far from that position and were not affected.
But how could Kincaid, having been subjected to a torrent of curses, possibly let himself be outdone?
He had never lost a cursing match.
"Bullshit! You always took the missions I accepted, and you eliminated the target before me, stealing my business. What do you mean, 'if you're bad, practice more'? Motherfucker! You're the sneaky one."
Kincaid was even more displeased. I cursed you, and you dare to talk back? That's your fault.
Zhang Jie saw the commotion and chuckled, "Did the trash talk tactic work again?"
So he patted Kincaid's shoulder, then turned and ran backward.
Kincaid understood and continued to retort with trash talk.
But how could Zeto just sit there and wait for death? After delivering a verbal counterattack, he immediately changed his position.
Staying in one place and even exposing his position by speaking? Not moving would be suicidal, wouldn't it?
After cursing a few times, Kincaid realized something was wrong because the other party was no longer returning his fire. He immediately grabbed his gun and charged forward.
Indeed, the other party had already moved.
"Motherfucker! I knew it, that damned Little Japan is just cunning and sly!"
After observing for a moment, Kincaid continued to pursue forward.
In reality, Zeto hadn't gone too far; he was at another corner.
He had endured for a long time without retaliating precisely to deceive the pursuers behind him.
However, when he saw that only Kincaid was chasing ahead, he had a bad feeling.
There were clearly 3 people chasing him just now, so why was only Kincaid chasing now?
Where were the other two?
But at this moment, he couldn't afford to think too much.
He still needed to move quickly, so he changed direction and climbed out of the window.
"Damn it, one day, I will send all these people to hell together!"
Meanwhile, Kincaid, who had charged forward, met Kincaid.
"What the fuck?"
Kincaid saw the AA-12 shotgun Kincaid was holding, and his whole body bristled.
"Hey, don't shoot yet, it's me!"
He didn't think his gun could stand up to the shotgun opposite him.
Kincaid understood; after all, this big black bald man wasn't his target.
"Wait a minute! Did no one run out this way just now?" Kincaid quickly noticed something was amiss.
Kincaid shook his head, holding the A-12 shotgun, and continued to rush in the direction Kincaid had come from.
On the other side, Jensen was also being cautious, observing his surroundings through a 4x scope.
He didn't believe that someone trying to escape would only go in one direction, so he set up defenses in another direction.
And Yin Yang had gone to a higher vantage point, looking down.
Zhang Jie moved backward alone, then arrived at another spot, which was precisely the rear right of this building.
Zhang Jie saw a person climbing out of a window, with only one leg remaining visible.
I see you!
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