Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Coming of Evil

  Without checking the wound on my leg, I endured the intense pain and crawled up from the ground. I knelt down, raised my gun towards the direction of the gunshot, took aim, and just as a thick smoke came over, I lost sight. Holding my gun, I hopped on one foot and rushed towards the thicket. Before I ran more than 100 meters, another gunshot rang out, and a bullet hit the ground beside me, kicking up a cloud of dust. I immediately crouched down, took aim at the direction of the gunshot, and in the scope, I saw a gun barrel under a tree with smoke still rising from it. I carefully aimed, quickly cocked the rifle, and fired a shot that hit the tree used as cover by my target. I cocked again, and the third bullet made him retreat behind the tree without lifting his head. Holding my gun, I stood up slowly and moved sideways, feeling waves of numbness in my left leg. The bullet was lodged in my flesh, causing an intense burning pain; every time my foot touched the ground, it felt like a massive shockwave, and my calf went limp, almost making me fall over! I could only move sideways inch by inch, but I didn't dare take my eyes off the scope because I knew there couldn't be just one sniper. The guy earlier was using an M24; if that's true, he should have a spotter providing cover for him.

  I moved quickly while observing, afraid that if I wasn't careful someone would take advantage of me.

  "Where are you? Where are you? Son of a bitch, come let your dad take a look. Come on, baby!" I muttered to myself as I ran. The camera lens was scanning the places he might appear with some panic.

  I was just a little short of entering the sniper's blind spot, and if he didn't come out, I would be saved. But if he did, it would only be a matter of fighting it out. Sure enough, when I was just over ten meters away from entering the blind spot, the grass at the edge of the tree moved, and the gun barrel appeared again. The first person to shoot lives! I took aim at the grass pile behind the gun barrel and fired preemptively with one shot. The grass pile scattered, and a person without camouflage clothes suddenly sat up not far away, holding an M24 and aiming at me. Damn it! It was bait, and I couldn't lower my gun in time. I quickly rolled sideways and dived towards a nearby thick smoke, hoping to confuse the enemy's line of sight. Just as I was in mid-air, the gun fired, and my waist felt numb, but I knew I hadn't been hit because there was no feeling of being shot. I lay on the ground and immediately raised my gun, because I knew that the M24 is a manual sniper rifle, and I knew there would be about one and a half seconds of gap for him to eject the shell, reload, lock the chamber, and then aim again.

  The two of us are competing to see who's faster now. I'm currently injured in my left leg and fell, unable to get up. I'm lying on the ground, looking sideways at him, muttering to myself: "Don't rush, don't panic, I've got you, kid!" Just as I was aiming at the retreating enemy, a guy with an M4 suddenly appeared from the bushes, firing a three-round burst at me. The effective range of the M4 is only 500 meters, and I'm currently 700 meters away. He's still using three-point shooting, he must be possessed if he can hit me.

  This is the only chance, I don't care about the bullets flying around me and the cover of the enemy's hands, because the sniper's target is always the enemy sniper, because the only one who can threaten the sniper is the enemy sniper. The enemy sniper is forever ranked first, then there are more valuable targets. I moved the bolt action rifle to aim at the target who was about to fall, and just as I was about to pull the trigger, my heart skipped a beat again. I moved the muzzle towards the cover hand, but that little guy had already disappeared. I still didn't dare move, because the cover hand is usually also a sniper, just like me and the semi-automatic rifle, if the sniper rifle is in his hands, then it's another threat!

  From the moment I popped up to when I took him down, only 15 seconds had passed. In this short time, my opponent and I circled around each other on the edge of death twice, just like in a game! The difference is that the winner's reward is the right to survive!

  "Covering fire!" A loud shout came from behind, followed by a burst of gunfire.

  At this moment, my eyes suddenly swept to the werewolf who had crossed over from the crowd in the thicket and ran towards me. I shouted: "Don't come over, there's another one! Don't come over!" But the werewolf didn't listen to me, ran over, picked me up and started running. I raised my head on his back with effort, holding up my gun to observe whether there was any danger at the previous sniper's position. The werewolf rushed into the woods at high speed and gently put me down.

  "I hit him right there, and there's another one!" I shouted at the werewolf, pointing to the sniper's position.

  "Alright, alright, let's go take a look! Are you okay?! Xing Tian, calm down!" the werewolf yelled loudly as he shook me. He saw that I had been shot.

  It wasn't until then that I realized I had escaped danger. Turning my head, I saw everyone staring at my belly, and when I looked down, I was startled to see a big hole in the clothes on my stomach, which had been stained red with blood. The vanguard rushed over and tore open my clothes to check the wound, while Big Bear held my head and covered my eyes so I wouldn't look at the wound, fearing it would add to my psychological burden.

  "Don't cover my eyes! I know what's going on, you didn't hit me! Don't cover my nose!" The big bear's "paw" was like a large fan that instantly covered half of my face, almost covering my nose too.

  The big bear let go of my hand awkwardly, I took two deep breaths, looked at the wound on my abdomen, and saw that the bullet had only grazed me, scraping off a layer of skin and leaving a bloody gash. It wasn't serious, but the bullet in my leg was still lodged in the flesh, causing so much pain that I almost fainted.

  I gritted my teeth and pointed at my left calf, saying to the werewolf: "I've been shot in the leg! Damn it!"

  The werewolf quickly pulled up my pant leg and took a look, on the calf was a small bulge with a closed wound around the skin, bleeding from the small eyes. I handed the knife to the werewolf, gritting my teeth and humming: "Hurry up and dig it out for me, it's killing me! Ass! Fast!" The werewolf took the knife and was about to start when REDBACK on the side shouted: "Don't, with such a big knife do you want to dig out how much flesh?"

  After finishing, quickly took out a small forceps from the medical bag, pressed my leg, slowly inserted into the wound, clamped the bullet tail and slowly pulled it out along the wound, painful that I hummed.

  "Come on! What's taking so long? Just pull a bit harder and it'll come out!" I shouted, watching as her fine hair was pulled outwards one strand at a time, my head sweating with anxiety. Finally, the bullet revealed its rear end, showing off its sleek body, before slowly poking out its head. As the pain subsided, I let out a long sigh of relief, relaxing my tense body, and only then did my butt finally touch the ground.

  "You're lucky! The bullet hit the spare knife on your leg and didn't penetrate your leg, what a rare thing!" REDBACK waved the bullet head in front of me with tweezers and smiled: "Want to keep it as a souvenir?"

  "Shit, what a memorial! Damn it! Bad luck!" Also, if I was directly hit by the M24 in the leg, I would have been done for, no way I could have jumped around for half a day. Look at this military knife that was shot out with a hole in it, luckily I listened to Fast Knife's advice and brought a spare knife, but what a pity my $2000+ knife is gone, however saving one leg is worth it.

  A handkerchief gently wiped the sweat from my forehead, I looked up to see it was Wan'er, she smiled at me, her small face covered in dust looking comical. I smiled back and said thanks. A sharp pain in my abdomen, Redback tightened the bandage with a pat, then stood up and walked away.

  Goddamnit! She did it on purpose! Did I invite her to? Slowly putting on my boots, getting dressed, I stood up, not seriously injured! Except for the wound being a bit painful and having a strange sour feeling, I could still walk. My stomach was also fine, damn it, why do I always get hurt but not die. Isn't this torturing me?!

  I took two painkillers and antibiotics, I held the gun and slowly circled around the crowd twice, shaking my legs. If this affects our journey, we're done for. People next to me kept patting my shoulder, saying "Good job!" And I kept squeezing out a smile for them.

  Let the big bear take non-combat personnel deep into the jungle, we wait for the withdrawal of our comrades who are responding to the call. After a while, the captain and others also ran over, fearing that there would be snipers again, we fired another round of smoke bombs, allowing the captain and others to run over under cover. As soon as Knife Hand came in, I saw that he was covered in blood, and the people who followed one after another had more or less blood on them. All-Powerful was even carried over by Devil and Board Machine, and finally Captain and Butcher, Knight ran in with a gray head and a dirty face.

  The captain rushed in, and the car team behind him caught up. The .50-caliber machine gun mounted on the vehicle fired, causing the trees nearby to snap and break. Everyone turned their heads and ran into the thicket without saying a word. At this time, my legs didn't hurt anymore, and I ran faster than a rabbit! Wolfman and Elite switched to high-explosive fragmentation rounds on their grenade launcher and started firing wildly, blowing up the first two jeeps in front. Deeper in the thicket, I and Fast Slow Machine set up our guns and began covering fire, while Wolfman and his team started retreating.

  A soldier who had crawled out of a jeep was knocked over, and the squad leader on the side shouted: "Lay mines! Withdraw!"

  Assassin, I, Quick Machine, REDBACK A few people started laying mines quickly. Obviously, REDBACK's mine-laying speed is much faster than ours, and it only takes two or three times to lay a good one, and never repeats. It's really great! I admire! Behind me came the sound of .50 caliber guns, their reinforcements had arrived, bullets flying everywhere, several times almost hitting my head, scaring me so much that I almost stepped on the landmine I just laid.

  After the artillery bombardment, everyone quickly retreated to the rear and then occupied advantageous positions one after another, setting up their guns! Preparing for a fierce battle. I stared at the Jeep that Lin was driving around in, hoping they would charge in so I could kill as many as I wanted. But it seemed like the enemy knew we were going to set an ambush, so they just kept circling outside the forest and wouldn't come in. More and more people gathered, and soon there were over a thousand people outside the forest, with over ten Jeeps mounted with recoilless cannons and .50 machine guns. No wonder they had beaten our squad leader's group so badly.

  After waiting for a while, they still didn't come over. I lost my patience and fired at the gunner on a jeep that had entered the firing range. The shot knocked him off the vehicle, scaring the surrounding vehicles into retreating hundreds of meters in an instant. In the blink of an eye, only a few wounded soldiers who were shot and dying remained on the open ground in front of the forest, rolling around and wailing in agony!

  After a while, a Hummer came from the other side's fleet, and someone got out and said something. These people fired a burst of shots at the woods, fired a few rounds of artillery, and then retreated completely, leaving us all confused. You look at me, I look at you, we don't know what's going on!

  But anyway, it's best if he just leaves. If not, who knows what will happen next? Everyone put away their guns and took a deep breath, relaxing their bodies as they leaned against the trees and sat on the ground, teasing each other: "Look at you!"

  After a while, everyone gathered around the captain and asked what had just happened, how so many people were injured, this was a rare thing, and there were several seriously injured, almost no one died!

  "Roger, what's going on?" The priest asked the captain directly, and we all kept silent and listened.

  "There are too many people, and these people have received special training. There are too many heavy weapons. The person in command is not simple. And there are snipers, very formidable snipers! There are masters among them!" The captain said with his head down, deep in thought. The captain's face was covered in gunpowder, his beard was full of grass clippings, and his shoulder was injured, the doctor was cleaning him up.

  "Captain, just now when we rushed over, Xing Tian took out a sniper, I don't know if it's the one you mentioned. It's best that we go take a look." Wolfman suggested from the side.

  "What? Where is it? Let's go and take a look."

  "It's probably gone! There was another observer on the side who didn't get killed, and the body might be gone already!" I said worriedly. It's been such a long time, who knows where it's been taken to!

  "It's impossible!" the captain said decisively: "In this situation, it is impossible to escape with several hundred kilograms of dead people. The body must still be there. Let's go take a look!"

  Since he was so determined, I had no choice but to reserve my opinion and lead the way with a limp, heading towards where the sniper was taken down earlier. Our group carefully made our way through the woods, and as we approached the location, I signaled for everyone to be cautious. Then, I pointed out the direction to the assassin and the elite, and the two of them slowly crept towards where the body should have been. The two of them first indicated that the body was there, then circled around the surrounding trees a few times before slowly approaching, finally stopping beside the body and signaling to us that it was safe. Only then did everyone else approach, but just as we had gathered around, the assassin suddenly raised his hand, signaling for us to stop, and I saw cold sweat trickle down his face.

  "What's wrong?" I asked in a low, wireless voice.

  "Pressure bomb!" The M24 rifle next to the corpse's hand said.

  We took a closer look and found that under the gun's buttstock, a piece of leaf was emitting a metallic glow, while the barrel was placed on an extremely small stone, maintaining an extremely delicate balance. If one moved the stone or the leaves connected to it, the barrel would move and the bomb would explode, leaving no way out for the assassin and elite. And this bomb had no possibility of being disarmed under current conditions. We all slowly retreated, with the elite retreating relatively far away, while the assassin stood still by the corpse, not daring to move, fearing that one wrong step would trigger the bomb.

  We were all worried about the assassin, but there was nothing we could do to help. I felt helpless for the first time. The assassin crouched down to check if the leaves under his feet would trigger any mechanism, and it seemed like the answer was yes. Now the problem became simpler - how to leave the bomb within 0.5 seconds and get 15 meters away.

  It sounds like the assassin is already dead!

  The assassin glanced at the mechanism, then turned his head to look at the vanguard and pointed to the top of the tree. The vanguard immediately showed understanding, and the others also started searching around the edge. I curiously asked the butcher: "What are they looking for?"

  "A thinner tree! The higher the better!!" The butcher replied to me while searching, and I immediately understood what they wanted to do. After a while, everyone found a very suitable tree, the werewolf quickly climbed up the tree, then tied the top of the tree with military-grade rope, threw the other end to us, and we all worked together to slowly pull the tree into a lone shape, the treetop almost touching the ground, then fixed it, wrapped around a low branch as a fulcrum, and climbed to the top of the 20-meter-high tree above the assassin's head to lower the other end of the rope down to him. The assassin tied the rope around his waist, then signaled to us that we could start.

  Everyone backed away, the butcher took out a cleaver and walked to the rope that fixed this giant slingshot, one slash cut it off. The tree crown rebounded into the air in an instant, and the guest shot up like a rocket, reaching a height of over 20 meters in an instant. As soon as he left the ground, the bomb next to the corpse exploded. Flames chased the assassin's heels and rushed into the sky, and the corpse was also blown to pieces. In a short while, the assassin howled again and fell down, and when he was about to hit the ground, he rebounded into the air again, bouncing back and forth like bungee jumping.

  We finally breathed a sigh of relief on the edge, and burst out laughing together at the assassin's eerie howl. After laughing, we simultaneously felt a bad premonition - these people are not ordinary, such ingenious mechanisms can't be set up by just anyone, let alone pressure bombs that aren't even equipped to regular troops. Who exactly is following us this time?

  After the assassin was taken down from the high-hanging air, he patted his chest and shouted excitedly. He took a look at his somewhat dusty military boots, which had been walking around in front of Ghost Gate Pass. The assassin just smiled and patted his boots, laughing and saying: "This is my new one that I haven't paid for yet! Heaven will kill me!"

  Everyone burst out laughing again, and slowly gathered around the corpse that had been blown to pieces, with only two legs left, smoking. We all still wanted to find some clues from the scattered flesh around us. I was a bit hurt in the ribs, so it hurt when I bent down, so I sat down beside those two legs, looking at this poor guy, and the air was filled with the smell of nitric acid and roasted meat.

  "Judging from the fabric and style of his clothes, he's not a local soldier or a Ugandan soldier. He should be a mercenary. From his weapon, it's American-made. However, without a military ID and identification, we can't determine who he is! But such skilled tactics shouldn't belong to an ordinary American soldier. It seems like this time we've encountered a tough nut!" The captain concluded.

  Everyone just listened without speaking, and a consensus had already been reached, so there was no need to say anything!

  "Gentlemen! Maybe you should take a look at this!" REDBACK walked over, holding up her STRIDER's tiger blade, and we were all drawn in by her strange behavior. As she approached, we saw that there was a piece of meat stuck on the knife. Before long, she walked into our midst and flung the meat onto a rock in the middle. Only then did everyone see clearly that it was a piece of human skin emitting hot air, with a familiar tattoo on it. As soon as I saw the tattoo, I felt like I had seen it somewhere before, but no matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't remember where.

  The butcher saw the piece of meat and his first move scared me, he actually pulled out a knife and chopped it into minced meat with one knife after another. Then, with a painful face, he sat on the ground and cried! This was the first time I saw someone cry in a wolf pack!

  The captain did not scold him, but said in a low voice: "We meet again! Major Gusev!"

  And I suddenly remembered where I had seen that tattoo before...

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