Chapter 1 (2)
From the thicket on one side, Lieutenant Hei poked out his head, reeled in the rope, and ignored the miserable howls from the trap, grabbed his backpack, and quickly disappeared into the woods.
Moments later, two hunters appeared in front of the trap and saw their companion on his last breath. One hunter shouted into the single soldier communication system, "The second hunting group has failed to capture him! He's escaped again! We must catch him this time!"
The hunters were so angry because the black-faced lieutenant they were chasing not only successfully escaped from two groups of encirclement, but also sent six hunters into their own trap.
It's an impossible feat, for years no one in this jungle has ever turned the hunters who were chasing them into their own prey. It's a great shame for the hunters, and to make matters worse, their opponent is the black-faced lieutenant they've always looked down on.
A few minutes later, the hunters chasing other livestock arrived and forced Hei Lian to a cliff. Just as the hunters were about to rush up and capture Hei Lian alive, he turned around, let out a desperate roar, and then jumped off the cliff, causing a burst of screams behind him.
"He's gone mad, he's really courting death!"
"God, he's just a madman."
The hunters rushed to the edge of the cliff, and below, nothing could be seen except for the swirling mist.
At the shooting range at the terminus, livestock from various countries that successfully crossed the jungle are shooting at moving targets. The devil principal keeps looking towards the jungle direction, and the last batch of hunters who came to report to him did not find any target.
The devil principal reluctantly walked towards a young man with a Chinese national emblem on his chest.
"Your Excellency, I regret to inform you that your country's trainee jumped off a cliff during the jungle pursuit training and our personnel did not find his body after entering the valley below. Based on the analysis of the scene, it is estimated that he was attacked by a giant python and has made the ultimate sacrifice for the career he loved..."
The person called Ren Zhi Guo by the devil principal is a staff member of the embassy in that country. With a handsome face still showing a hint of student spirit, after hearing the devil principal's words, he said solemnly: "I hope you will conduct another search, and find him alive or dead, even if our trainees have sacrificed themselves, we must find his remains."
The devil principal shrugged, "You don't know how bad the situation is. That's a primitive forest. Even devils can't survive there. Our people have tried their best. We will do our utmost to find his remains."
The principal devil said, is not shirking. After the hunter reported that the black-faced lieutenant jumped into the cliff, a helicopter carrying search and rescue personnel flew over the cliff, lowered a soft ladder to the bottom of the cliff, and found a giant python next to a bloodstain. They speculated that the black-faced lieutenant had been swallowed by the giant python.
The devil principal said, and then walked towards the students who had already completed the mobile target shooting, with an exceptionally serious expression.
"Please remember, there was a Chinese man, that very short Chinese man, as we expected, who ultimately failed to complete all the training, but in the final jungle counter-ambush, he successfully escaped twice from encirclement and made six hunters his prey. This is the first time our school has encountered such an opponent. Some of you must thank him, if it weren't for sending more people to hunt him down, you wouldn't have been able to arrive here smoothly."
A few heads of cattle in the crowd looked at each other, as if they finally understood why they hadn't encountered effective pursuit along the way.
"The devil principal continued: 'In the third chase, he could have chosen to be a captive, which is allowed by the game rules, but he inherited their military tradition of preferring to jump off a cliff rather than being captured. I don't appreciate his behavior; special forces encountering danger should first try their best to save themselves and complete their mission, not die heroically. But I respect such soldiers; as an opponent, he is everyone's nightmare. Now, let us mourn for him in silence!'"
The devil principal first took off his hat, lowered his head and stood upright, and the whole audience was silent.
Just then, the sound of footsteps came from afar.
The devil principal roared in the direction of the sound: "Bastard, who's there? Don't you know we're seeing off a hero?"
