Chapter Twenty-Three: Fairy of the Snowy Night

"But there's a problem—how do we get down?" AiMM's question struck right at the heart of the matter.

The area around the pyramid was nothing but an expanse of desert, offering no cover whatsoever. No one was arrogant enough to believe that twelve people could take on a force of a thousand.

Riwan said, "Yeah, boss, look at these red rocks—they're as slippery as a woman's skin. We didn't bring grappling hooks or ropes, did we?"

Long Zhan Xingye felt a wave of irritation. Though a retired special forces soldier, he had overlooked this crucial detail—lack of preparation. The truth was, they didn’t know the terrain specifics of their mission. All they could do now was take it one step at a time. As he hesitated...

A thunderous gunshot rang out, echoing like a storm across the land, reverberating so loudly that it could be heard from every corner of the pyramid.

Looking up, a squad appeared atop the southeastern peak—green uniforms, red ties, berets... Each one impeccably dressed, slender, and poised.

"Blue Ocean Corporation," the new reporter exclaimed in astonishment.

Everyone felt a jolt in their hearts. Before they could recover, another sniper shot rang out, chilling them to the bone.

The crowd at the base of the pyramid was startled, quickly spotting the ambush at the mountain’s summit.

"That woman’s firing," Shoot-You-Without-Guilt said coldly. Wu Hua stared wide-eyed in that direction, but could barely make out the gun itself—only the vague figure of a woman lying prone, cradling her rifle, aiming, firing, working the bolt, then repeating, her movements exceptionally skilled.

"No need to look. Her name is Snow Night Fairy, elite sniper of Blue Ocean Corporation. She’s the fifth-ranked among the Seven Fairies. Level thirty," Long Zhan Xingye said coldly. "This time, two elite Fairies have been deployed—the fourth and fifth."

Wu Hua took a deep breath. He didn’t ask how Long Zhan Xingye knew these people, simply accepted the binoculars from FlyingMM and focused on the scene below.

Another shot rang out. Nobody knew what model the sniper rifle was, but every shot set their hearts racing—for each bullet was a certain kill.

Most of those gathered in the pyramid’s center were gunners, mainly wielding MP5s. Only a few carried heavier firepower—AK-47 assault rifles and M4A1 carbines.

One player in black sunglasses stood on the pyramid’s mid-tier steps. Hearing the gunshot, he turned toward the mountain top.

His head barely finished turning when blood burst from his chest and t