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As the tank automatically switched to unmanned driving mode, it skillfully glided over the icy surface, deftly avoiding every dangerous crack. This scene far exceeded the limits of human driving.
The cost of this technology brought a momentary sense of relief to Leng Fengyang, A Yan, and Luo Shanhe, whose nerves had been taut with tension.
Outside the window, the glacier world was draped in silver, shimmering with a ghostly blue light under the fading rays of the sunset. It was breathtakingly beautiful yet fraught with peril.
They understood well that this tranquility was only temporary; the challenges ahead might be even more daunting. The unmanned driving technology of this domestic vehicle seemed like something straight out of a science fiction movie.
A Yan sighed softly as she gazed at the interior of the car. Her fingers absentmindedly glided over the control panel, seemingly searching for some form of comfort.
Indeed, technological advancement always came with the shadow of a double-edged sword. However, what mattered most now was whether it could safely guide them through this glacier.
Luo Shanhe appeared relatively calm this time. Leaning back in his seat, he half-closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying this brief moment of relaxation.
"Danger has been cleared. Exiting emergency avoidance mode. Please take control of the vehicle," the system's voice echoed within the cabin.
Leng Fengyang quickly responded, gripping the steering wheel tightly as his gaze refocused on the road ahead. With a gentle turn of his fingers, the vehicle smoothly navigated out of the previously tense area, leaving only the soft pulse of the engine and the rhythmic kiss of tires against the ground, creating a sense of tranquility after a near escape.
However, this peace did not last long. Just as Leng Fengyang prepared to gently press on the accelerator to speed up, a heart-stopping sight suddenly intruded before him—a massive black silhouette loomed directly in front of their vehicle.
This colossal creature, larger than a tank, was neither an imposing iceberg nor any other obstacle; it was a mutated Snow Leopard, its form unusually large, fangs bared, and eyes gleaming with hunger.
The Snow Leopard's size far exceeded normalcy; it radiated an insatiable desire as if it had emerged from an apocalyptic nightmare, poised to pounce on this unexpected prey.
Perhaps in this glacier shrouded by cold and solitude, natural laws seemed quietly distorted by this end-of-the-world scenario.
Once an agile hunter atop snowy peaks, the Snow Leopard now presented itself before them in an unprecedented manner.
Before its mutation, the Snow Leopard had been pure white as snow, its eyes sparkling with wildness and its physique agile—an apex predator within the ecological chain of snowy mountains.
But this one before them had nearly doubled in size; next to it, their tank appeared minuscule. Its fur was interspersed with strange silver stripes, and its dim eyes flickered with a haunting blue light that seemed to penetrate deep into one's fears.
Even more terrifying were its front claws—enormous and sharp enough to tear through the hardest ice layers—gleaming with an otherworldly metallic sheen.
Just as the tank prepared to move forward, this mutated Snow Leopard suddenly leaped out from directly ahead like a flash of silver lightning, instantly blocking their path.
Its blue-glowing eyes fixed intently on the three inside the vehicle while it emitted a low yet commanding roar from its throat, filling the air with an overwhelming sense of threat.
Leng Fengyang quickly assessed that this was not merely a chance encounter; it seemed that this Snow Leopard had been tracking them by their scent and had laid an ambush here in advance.
"Lao Luo, A Yan, it seems we're in for a tough battle," Leng Fengyang's words cut through the tense atmosphere inside the vehicle like a blade in the cold wind.
"A Yan, looks like you'll have to take the wheel again," he said, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt and preparing for the upcoming situation. However, time was of the essence, and there was no chance to switch seats.
In this critical moment, A Yan displayed her decisiveness and bravery. Understanding the gravity of the situation, she disregarded traditional gender boundaries and climbed over to sit beside Leng Fengyang in the driver's seat. This close contact was a first for both of them.
A Yan's soft and alluring figure inadvertently sent an unprecedented shock through Leng Fengyang, causing his body to react subtly. However, he quickly adjusted himself to avoid letting A Yan notice anything unusual. He swiftly exited the driver's seat and turned to Luo Shanhe, who was busy loading his weapon. "Lao Luo, prepare your heavy firepower. I'll distract it while you look for an opportunity to take it down."
A Yan seemed to sense Leng Fengyang's unease. To avoid any awkwardness between them, she refrained from looking at him too much, especially in areas that were better left unobserved.
Oblivious to the subtle details that had just transpired between Leng Fengyang and A Yan, the rough-and-tumble Luo Shanhe leaned out halfway through the hatch. He aimed his Semi-Automatic Sniper Rifle at the side of the Snow Leopard, where large animals were relatively vulnerable. A calm smile crept onto his lips. "Don't worry; my bullets won't give it a second chance."
The Semi-Automatic Sniper Rifle was a representative work of domestic firearms industry, known for its powerful impact and long-range accuracy, with an effective range reaching up to 800 meters—sufficient to deal with light armored vehicles and tanks. Although it might lag slightly behind some internationally renowned brands in stability and precision, its low cost and reliable performance made it competitive in both domestic and international markets.
The three of them were once again tested on their trust and synergy as a team. A Yan switched between the accelerator and brake with ease; her driving skills had improved tremendously during this period of real combat, allowing her to maneuver expertly even with a tank.
The roar of the engine filled the air as the wheels kicked up layers of snow from the ground, seemingly warming up for the impending battle. With both hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, her eyes shone with determination and calmness as she skillfully controlled the vehicle along its predetermined path, narrowly avoiding the Mutated Snow Leopard and creating an optimal combat environment for Leng Fengyang and Luo Shanhe.
Leng Fengyang opened the passenger door, putting himself at risk as bait for the Snow Leopard. He deliberately let out a few low calls mimicking prey sounds in an attempt to attract its attention.
As his voice echoed into the distance, the Snow Leopard ahead indeed became agitated. It let out a deafening roar and charged across the snowy ground towards Leng Fengyang, its eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
At that moment, Luo Shanhe steadied himself atop the tank's hatch, half-kneeling with his Semi-Automatic Sniper Rifle pressed against the cold metal frame. His sights were firmly locked onto the Snow Leopard's soon-to-be-exposed flank. Taking a deep breath, he steadied his breathing and heartbeat, ensuring that every ounce of strength would coalesce in his finger poised to pull the trigger.
Surrounded by the Ice and Snow World, everything seemed to freeze in place, leaving only the sounds of the tank and the approaching Snow Leopard.
At the moment the Snow Leopard leaped into the air, Leng Fengyang swiftly pulled back into the vehicle, slamming the passenger door shut behind him. He shouted loudly, "Lao Luo, now's your chance!"
In that instant, Luo Shanhe seized the long-awaited opportunity. His eyes narrowed as he decisively pulled the trigger. A deafening gunshot shattered the silence, and the bullet pierced through the snowstorm like lightning, accurately striking the side of the Snow Leopard.
Blood splattered everywhere, staining the pristine white ice, and the Snow Leopard let out a chilling wail as its massive body twisted in mid-air before crashing heavily onto the snow below.
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