He advanced stealthily, crouching low as he sprinted between the trees. He quickly reached the sniper, who made no move and Finn Miller sensed no danger. It was instinct; he knew there were trees ahead. Finn Miller lunged forward and quickly lay prone.
He saw the mercenary sniper lying on the ground, his face also painted with camo, but ini man was only left to vent his anger. When he saw Finn Miller, a cunning glint flashed in his eyes. Finn Miller frowned slightly, then suddenly smelled the scent of a grenade and saw blue smoke rising from it.
Finn Miller was utterly speechless. He quickly aimed, pulled the trigger, and with a bang, Finn Miller dove to the side and rolled rapidly, instantly traveling more than ten meters. With a loud bang, the grenade exploded, and the mercenary sniper
