Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

Chapter 165 The Beautiful Doctor's Love and Career (17 words)

"Captain, you and your team are certainly formidable, but I will not back down easily."

Yun Sui Si was like a black lightning bolt, rapidly weaving through the intricate web of deadly traps.

His movements were so fast they were almost impossible to catch; every action was full of power and agility.

Those deep eyes, like the eyes of a hawk in the cold night, were fixed on a member of Wen's team who had been slightly careless and had revealed a slight flaw.

In an instant, his long, powerful fingers swiftly pulled the trigger.

With a loud "bang," like a thunderclap from a clear sky, it exploded in the silent air.

The bullet, like a runaway horse, carried boundless power, whistling through the air and striking the target team member's leg with astonishing accuracy.

The team member's face contorted instantly, and he let out a painful groan.

His body swayed uncontrollably a few times, then he knelt on one knee, like a tottering statue.

In that instant, blue smoke, signifying elimination, rose from his body like a ghost, announcing his departure from this fierce battle.

This sudden elimination was like a bombshell dropped into an already tense battle.

This instantly put Wen's team on edge, like a taut bowstring, with every member's nerves stretched to the limit.

Wen, the seasoned and battle-hardened commander, suddenly turned cold.

Like two beams of cold light shooting out from a polar glacier, the chilling killing intent and calm decisiveness contained within them sent shivers down one's spine.

Without the slightest hesitation or panic, he delivered his orders in a calm and decisive tone, commanding his team to quickly change formation.

The team members are all highly trained and elite warriors, and they have long since developed a conditioned reflex to their captain's commands.

Almost instantly upon receiving the order, they moved like a group of well-trained machines, acting instinctively, quickly, and in an orderly manner.

The team members huddled together closely, their bodies seemingly seamlessly connected.

This formed a seemingly impenetrable defensive formation, like an iron fortress.

They squatted on the ground, their every movement synchronized, steady, and powerful.

He held the gun steadily in front of him, its dark muzzle gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight, standing upright and exuding a menacing aura.

All gun barrels pointed outwards, blocking every possible path for Yun Suisi to attack from all angles.

If any enemy dares to step into this death zone, they will be met with a barrage of bullets.

A resolute flame burned brightly in everyone's eyes, a flame so intense it could melt away all fear and hesitation.

Their eyes were fixed solely on the relentless pursuit of victory and the fearless confrontation with the enemy.

The shadow of fear and hesitation could not erode their steely will.

Yun Suisi understood that although he had successfully eliminated one member of the Wen team, the current situation showed no signs of easing.

Instead, it's like a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire covered with sharp blades; one wrong step and you're doomed.

At this critical moment, his figure suddenly swayed, like a ghostly phantom drifting in the dark night, and vanished from the spot in an instant, leaving only a blurry afterimage.

In the blink of an eye, he had nimbly disappeared behind a towering, massive rock, like a nimble cat.

The rock, with its rough and cold surface, seemed to be the only solace he found on this perilous battlefield.

It can slightly block out the overwhelming dangers and suffocating pressure from the outside world.

He dared not be careless in the slightest, cautiously peeking out his head slightly, revealing only a pair of eyes as bright and sharp as cold stars.

Those eyes seemed to see through all illusions, their gaze fixed intently on the actions of the Wen team members, not missing a single detail.

His breathing was steady and rhythmic, like a lighthouse that remained steadfast and radiated hope amidst the raging storm.

The shadow of death loomed all around him, and danger, like the giant claws of a demon, hovered overhead.

Yet, with his iron will, he steadfastly maintained his inner composure.

Let that calm light continue to emanate from the depths of his soul.

His brain at that moment was like a precision machine being overclocked and running at high speed.

Every neuron was jumping around frantically, rapidly thinking of a brilliant strategy to break through this desperate situation and achieve a surprising victory.

He deeply understood that on this battlefield where life and death were at stake, every passing moment of time was accompanied by the merciless tilting of the scales of fate.

Every decision made at this moment is like a heavy burden on one's life.

Every action could potentially act like a magic key, instantly turning the tide of the entire battle.

At this moment, the pungent smell of gunpowder surged wildly in the air, spreading like a thick fog.

The heavy weight pressed down on every inch of space, making one feel suffocated and almost unable to breathe.

The two sides remained locked in a stalemate, the silence so brief it felt like the blink of an eye.

Yet, in the midst of extreme tension, time stretched out infinitely, as if an invisible hand had gripped it tightly, bringing it to a standstill.

In the utter silence, the heavy or rapid breathing of the two teams echoed back and forth.

Like a calm sea surface beneath which turbulent undercurrents surge and collide, ready to break the calm and unleash a storm at any moment.

These sounds intertwined and intertwined, together creating a breathtaking symphony of death and hope.

This battlefield has now become their stage, their arena.

One of the team members had a look of anxiety and impatience in his eyes, and the veins on his forehead were faintly visible.

He gripped the gun tightly, so tightly that it seemed as if he wanted to embed the handle into his palm, his fingers turning slightly white from the excessive force.

He crouched down and quickly approached Captain Wen, his voice urgent and tinged with barely suppressed impulse:

"Captain, we can't just sit here and wait. We need to take the initiative."

"Look at the situation. The longer we drag this out, the worse it will be for us. If we wait any longer, who knows what kind of trouble Yun Suisi is plotting."

Team Leader Wen shook his head slightly, his eyes as firm as a rock, like a cold star that never twinkles in the deep night sky.

He lowered his voice, but every word carried an undeniable authority:

"Don't rush, he's waiting for us to make a mistake. If we make a move, we might fall into his trap."

Maintain formation and don't panic.

It's like a game of chess; whoever loses their composure first will lose the whole game.

Another teammate couldn't help but whisper a comment:

"But Captain, if this stalemate continues, no one is feeling confident."

The brothers' palms were sweaty, afraid of making a mistake.

Team Leader Wen turned and glanced at him, his eyes filled with reassurance:

"I know everyone is nervous, but it is precisely at times like these that we must remain calm."

We are a team; as long as our formation remains intact, it will be difficult for him to find a breakthrough.

After hearing their captain's words, the team members exchanged glances.

Although there was still some restlessness in my heart, like an ant on a hot pan eager to escape the scorching heat, I forcibly suppressed it.

They slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, silently adjusting their state.

The guns in their hands gleamed with a chilling light under the sunlight, as if proclaiming their determination to hold out to the end.