Chapter 1 (1)

  "This is where the most combat-effective, ferocious and intelligent warriors are bred. He is as fearsome as a devil and omnipotent like God."

  Excerpt from "The Devil's Notebook"

  Dazzling lightning cuts through the frightening sky, a storm with the raging shout and roar of the thunder god, whipping down to the earth like a lash. This is not rain, but a violent heavenly deity filled with swirling evil power, wantonly exercising its brutal might.

  This is a miserable scene of human hell.

  The training equipment and facilities on the training ground were as cruel as the instruments of torture in hell, standing gloomily in the stormy rain, hateful like a green-faced monster with sharp teeth.

  A row of iron cages submerged in a cesspit was shaking violently, a group of naked white and black people were locked separately in each cage, making futile struggles, desperate howls and faces distorted by fear were swallowed up by the merciless wind and rain.

  Under the flush of the torrential rain, a head painted with camouflage oil slowly emerged from a nearby mound of earth, black hair, black eyes, and a black face.

  The rain washed away the dirt on the back of his neck, and he shook his head in a strange way, spitting out a water bubble, then cursed at the ominous sky with a Sichuan accent:

  "I'd rather die than surrender to you, damn devil! Come on, I'm still standing like a man!"

  After the storm, a pair of muddy combat boots splashed through the dirty water and walked towards the only exposed human head on the ground, accompanied by a voice that seemed to come from hell.

  "Hunter School cultivates the most ferocious, most tenacious and most ideologically rich special warriors. He is as terrifying as a devil and omnipotent like God. Congratulations, pigs, you have entered the next level."

  The speaker was General Raymond, known as the devil principal, with a cold face as hard as marble.

  The iron cage opened, and more than a dozen black and white people crawled out. The last to be dug up was the head of a black man buried in the ground, with the lieutenant's epaulette on his shoulder almost worn away, his short stature like a dwarf standing in front of a group of giants, particularly eye-catching.

  The devil principal's gaze stayed on Hei Miao's body, "Chinese pig slave, tell me, what does it feel like to be buried alive?"

  "Reporting to instructor, it's wonderful! If there were a few corn cakes, it would be even more wonderful..."

  The devil principal stepped forward and slapped a loud slap on Hei Lian's face.

  "Your troops marched twenty-five thousand li, this is a miracle that fellow travelers around the world cannot complete. The snow-capped mountains and grasslands they crossed are more terrifying than the jungles here. What did they eat? Answer me!"

  "The report is from the bark of trees and grass roots."

  "The bark and roots here can sustain your entire army, you piece of shit, don't you feel ashamed compared to your predecessors?"

  The devil principal kicked another foot and the black-faced lieutenant fell to the ground, lying motionless for a long time.

  "Is anyone leaving now?" the devil principal roared.

  The expressions of the cattle were even more indifferent than those of Principal Devil, "No."

  "Depart!" The devil principal gave the order leading to hell.

  The specter of death was spewing green venom in the dark depths, and the jungle was extremely quiet. A hunter with camouflage paint on his face silently poked his head out of the dense forest, listening intently to the movements in the jungle, then carefully stepped onto a soft earth covered with dry leaves. Ahead, a backpack with a five-star red flag scattered on the ground, but its owner was nowhere to be seen.

  This is a must-pass place to reach the terminal, and if you don't take this road, you can only choose the unexplored primeval forest. No one would be so foolish that they might get trapped in the thicket and can't come out, even if they announced their withdrawal, the rescuers may not arrive on time.

  The hunter won't be so foolish as to let the prey pass through easily. The safer it looks, the more dangerous it is. Underneath the scattered backpacks, there's a deep trap.

  The hunter walked up to the backpack and saw a hole exposed on the ground, his tense expression slowly easing. It seemed that the prey he was looking for had fallen into the trap as he had guessed.

  The hunter reached out to grab the backpack, just as he was about to pull it back, a rope popped out of the soft mud and pulled the backpack forward. The hunter's body leaned forward, and he fell into the trap.