Chapter 35: Divine Assassin and Redback Spider

  After sending away the wounded soldiers, we gathered with the vanguard who were scouting ahead to understand the situation. Now this area is no longer a completely government-controlled zone. The government army said that the target in front was a medical station where many former government soldiers were gathering, and it's estimated that there are important officials from the previous government among them. They had considered sending armed helicopters to attack, but before they even arrived here, two of them were lost, shot down by unknown armed forces. Now they can only use infantry to break in.

  After the vanguard finished the briefing, the captain and knight whispered to each other for two sentences, then let the vanguard and assassin go forward to dismantle the pitfalls. The others were ordered to wait in place, while we, a group of mercenaries, gathered together, looking at the poorly equipped and thin government soldiers who looked like monkeys.

  "Can they fight? I feel like two fingers could strangle them!" We were afraid the government troops would understand what we were saying, so we deliberately spoke in German.

  "I could strangle both of them with one hand! They're all refugees, joining the army just to get a meal! Otherwise, how would the government be able to gather an army of 100,000 so easily?" The devil said as he gestured with his hand on the necks of the soldiers in the distance.

  The butcher didn't say a word, he just looked at the government soldiers and chuckled twice, his gloomy smile scared several sneaky onlookers who were about to fall to the ground.

  "But you should also think that if they can join the current government army for rice, they can also join the anti-government forces for bread." The captain patted our shoulders from the side and then walked towards the depths of the jungle.

  "I hope these guys don't drag us down!" Fast Knife complained as he walked by from the side.

  "Don't worry! The butcher will make them feel a hundred times better." The werewolf, carrying an M249, followed the advancing team from the side.

  "Haha! I'm afraid we'll be energized all night!" Everyone burst out laughing.

  A group of people followed the path opened by the vanguard and assassins, advancing deep into the jungle. More than 30 of us walked at the front of the troops, with government forces behind us. Just looking at the bloodstains on the trees along the way, it was clear that many people had already died here. Everyone was extra cautious because this time we were facing not ordinary troops but special forces like our own.

  After three careless government soldiers were blown up by a booby trap, all the idiots almost followed in our footsteps, so they slowly fell far behind. We had to stop frequently to wait for them, and the captain cursed their superiors over this matter, but unexpectedly their leader said: "In battle, we need their firepower cover, let's put aside our differences." If it weren't for the captain stopping me, I would have kicked him into the pit.

  Asshole! If you're capable, we'll respect you without needing to say it. Damn it, can't even manage your own subordinates, yet dare to lecture our team leader? You're not even worth beating to death, you black stick. No wonder the elite team members who stayed in Congo for their mission said that these leaders are just armed thugs. They're not great at shooting, but they're good at looting, and they have a bad temper despite being useless.

  We no longer take care of them, speeding up our pace. From the way they set traps and the weapons they use, it can be seen that these guys

  It should be the UK or Canada, at least it's a Commonwealth country. The equipment they use is biased towards British style, although special forces usually don't carry their own country's weapons when executing tasks, but mercenaries are bolder and generally use what they're familiar with. The wolf pack from America likes to use M4, those from Russia like AK, and the Belgians like FN. They all have military experience and prefer to use standard equipment from their home countries. Except for me, a half-baked amateur, who had a terrible impression of the AKM on a building in Yunnan.

  British mercenaries! Doesn't look good, I heard that British mercenaries nowadays are all retired veterans from the SAS (Special Air Service) and SBS (Special Boat Service), these guys are the elite of the elite in Britain. Now we've really met a tough opponent, and to make matters worse, there's a bunch of useless fools following behind them.

  The captain furrowed his brow, thinking about which mercenary team was most likely to come here. Everyone remained 200% alert, as they could all feel the hidden danger in the jungle. The captain finally decided to send back most of the soldiers at the back, originally thinking that it would take some effort to drive them away. But who knew that once they heard that there were British special forces up ahead, these guys ran faster than each other, except for the commander who insisted on staying behind and was assigned by him to stay and protect his guards, with faces as bitter as if their mothers had died.

  Let this group of people walk in the middle of the team, vanguard, assassin, captain and others are opening the way in front, I and butcher, werewolf and others are cutting off the back, after walking into the depths of the forest, the pitfalls become less and less, the speed becomes faster and faster. Looking at the officer's smiling face, I cursed in a low voice: Fool! This is clearly getting closer and closer to the enemy's activity area, they reduce the pitfalls for convenience, convenient for ambush, you're still happy. SB!

  Before I could finish cursing, I suddenly felt a chill on my back, a coldness that came from the bottom of my heart. This feeling had never appeared before. Just as I was wondering about it, I found that the butcher and the werewolf beside me also stopped and slowly turned around to face the forest behind us. I understood what this feeling was - someone was secretly following us! It was murderous intent!

  Slowly retreated to the bottom of the tree, crouched down and scanned the dense forest in front. Just as I was about to find out the enemy's position from the woods, "Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and one of the guards beside the officer in the middle of the team fell down.

  "SNIPER!" the officer yelled.

  Actually everyone was already feeling that something was wrong before the gunshot, and we all took cover to protect ourselves, but they were a group of foolish people standing in the middle of the road looking around.

  "Ah!" The accelerator pedal definitely said.

  Everyone was still, with only their eyeballs moving around to search in the direction of the gunshot. Slowly, I felt that something was off about a haystack on the mountain slope 300 meters away. All the other grass was being blown violently by the mountain wind, but the grass there was only slightly swaying at the leaves while its roots remained still.

  "Grassroots people are down!" The answer popped up in my mind.

  After determining the sniper's position, I used a vibrating wireless throat mic that Tiancai had just brought us to transmit information without speaking. The butcher then took out a smoke bomb and pulled the ring, throwing it upwind. A yellow thick smoke drifted down from upwind, instantly engulfing everyone.

  I quickly circled around to the other side of the tree, raised my gun and aimed. In the scope I clearly saw a black hole with a puzzled eye above it. Before I could pull the trigger, a gunshot sounded from beside me, and the eye in the scope instantly turned into a bloody hole.

  I put down the gun and turned to look at the chronograph on the side, he ejected the shell while coldly spitting out a word: "Slow!", then

  Hugged the gun and retreated into the smoke. The assassin slowly crept towards the sniper's position, after a while came back from the sniper's position with two things, an AK! An ear! A black ear!

  I didn't see that ear, who made him shoot and not run quickly, finally got this ending, this is the result of being unprofessional. But I took a look at that AK, it seemed to be Chinese-made 84S, I was curious to pick it up and take another look, indeed it was Chinese-made 84S. This guy must not be from the mercenary team setting the trap. Because mercenaries rarely use this kind of civilian firearm. The officer took a look, then said, maybe it's Ugandan militia, we had a falling out with Uganda, they sent troops to help our opposition party, they have a large number of Chinese AKs, didn't expect to run into them here, intelligence said they were defeated 120 kilometers away from here, this might be a stray soldier.

  At home, I didn't know that China also sells arms to Africa, haha! It seems that China also wants to earn foreign exchange! As a memento, I carried this Chinese AK and moved forward intermittently over the corpses on the ground.

  After this incident, everyone began to be doubly cautious. Although it was not expected that the mercenaries would do such a thing, no one said that bullets had eyes and only shot at black people but not white people. What's strange is that after the sniper was eliminated, my feeling didn't disappear with him. I always felt like I was being watched, and every time I thought I could determine where the danger was coming from, that feeling would slowly fade away.

  "Someone is following us!" I radioed to everyone.

  "Hmm! But after that sniper was taken out, they've been keeping their distance." Buck responded, "Can't pinpoint his location! The distance should be far, feels weak!"

  "Everyone be careful! Advance in defensive formation!" The captain ordered

  Everyone began to advance in a staggered manner, divided into four echelons, each ten meters apart. The small team at the front set up a defensive line, and the ones behind followed, crossing over all the echelons after ten meters and then setting up cover for the personnel behind. This wave-like advancement slowed down the speed of progress but increased safety.

  After charging into the jungle for ten kilometers, it was already noon. According to the map, advancing another five kilometers would be the enemy's stronghold. The captain ordered us to stop and rest, and everyone took turns eating! I was very lucky to be in the first batch, I squatted in front of the butcher and devoured beef until he pulled out his knife and I "retreated"!

  I ran back to the rear of the squad, found a deserted place and squatted down. As I was laughing and eating, I suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in the grass thicket beside me - someone! I slowly turned my body with my back to the thicket, threw away the packaging bag in my hand, turned around with my gun at the ready, and just as I was about to fire, a figure suddenly darted out of the thicket holding an AUG-A1. We were too close, our gun barrels almost touching each other's faces. We both grabbed each other's gun barrels at the same time and pulled our triggers. The deafening gunfire rang in my ears. The gas pressure from the bullets flying out of the barrel brushed against my skin, feeling like I had been shot in the face. Scared, we quickly raised the gun barrels above our heads, and the two of us spun around in a circle, holding onto each other's gun barrels.

  "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" I yelled desperately into the radio.

  Thirty bullets were fired in just a few seconds. As soon as the gunfire stopped, we both lifted our legs and kicked each other away, throwing away the rifles in our hands. We reached for backup weapons, but he pulled out a handgun while I drew my knife. The military knife hung from my chest and came out with one pull, his handgun was at his waist, and after releasing the clip, he pulled out the gun, opened the safety, and before he could aim at me, I had already slashed his hand with my knife, blood splashing everywhere! His gun immediately fell to the ground. When I kicked him in the chest earlier, I felt that he was wearing a bulletproof vest, so I could only attack his weapon first.

  As my sword sliced through his hand, he kicked me with one foot and drew his own military knife with the other. Taking advantage of my momentary loss of balance, he launched a swift thrust at me. The grey blade head grew larger in my eyes, its tip mere inches from my ribcage. In the face of such mortal danger, an infinite surge of energy burst forth from my lower back, and my previously frozen muscles sprang to life. I rotated my body mid-air, dodged the blade by a hair's breadth, and grabbed his wrist with one hand. With only one hand free to attack, he was at a disadvantage. Seizing his wrist, I flipped him over onto his back and plunged my knife towards his neck. His eyes bulged in terror as they fixed on the falling blade, his body trembling in a futile struggle.

  Just as the blade was only two inches away from his neck, a gunshot suddenly came from behind, I felt a heat on my shoulder, a numbness in my hand, and the knife slipped out of my grasp, stabbing fiercely into his bulletproof vest. "Dang!" A sound was heard, and a foot-long gash was torn open on his clothes, revealing the black steel plate inside. The knife in my hand also fell off due to the intense vibration.

  I quickly rolled on the ground, pulled out the pistol from my waist and fired a burst at the black shadow behind me. The other side immediately returned fire, three shots hitting the tree I was using as cover. At the same time, shouts and gunfire came from the troops behind! Damn it! Looks like there are quite a few of them!

  I pulled a grenade from my chest, pulled the ring, released the safety pin, counted to five, and then threw it violently into the air.

  "Hand grenade!" the opposite side shouted loudly.

  "Boom!" A hand grenade exploded among the trees. I took advantage of the lingering shockwave to rush out from behind the tree cover, and what caught my eye was a figure crouching on top of the guy I had just knocked down, who was shaking his head to clear the dizziness!

  As soon as he saw me, he quickly went to grab the AUG in front of him. As soon as he stood up, I raised my pistol and fired three shots, accurately hitting his chest. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of the three shots echoed.

  Bulletproof vest! Seeing him struggle to get back up, I didn't have time to reload, so I immediately ran over to him. With one shot, I smashed the gun into his face. My left hand grabbed his neck and with a surge of strength, I easily lifted him off the ground. My right hand gritted in pain as I pulled out the cavalry knife from my waist and stabbed it into the gap in the middle of the bulletproof vest.

  Just as I was about to strike again, a sudden wave of intense pain shot through my leg, causing my entire body to go numb. I let out a loud cry of "Ah!"

  I looked down and saw that the wounded man on the ground had bitten into my left thigh, pulling outward with all his might, as if trying to tear off a piece of flesh. I lifted up my right foot and stomped heavily on his knee joint, just like stepping on a branch, and kicked it out of socket!

  The little one let out a loud "Ah!" and loosened his grip. Suddenly, I felt a sense of relaxation in my legs! I quickly stepped on his face with my right foot, and continued to work on equipping this guy who had been stretching out his hand to grab at my face and try to poke my eyes out. Just then, suddenly from behind came the sound "Ka-chak!" Someone was cocking a gun!

  I didn't have time to turn around and assess the situation, so I estimated that a backhand slash would be enough. It was a guy holding an M249 with his face covered, who blocked my vicious slash with a horizontal swing of his gun and readied himself to fire. I quickly scanned my body and saw that all my weapons had fallen to the ground, with no time to pick them up. The AK behind me was also out of reach for the moment, so I had no choice but to go all in! I used my injured right hand to pull down two grenades from my chest, biting down on the two rings and pulling the safety pins out, holding them aloft with the detonators facing downwards!

  "Fire! Everyone die together! Fire!" I shouted desperately.

  Although so many things have happened, it was just a moment. I didn't even have time to think that things had developed to this point where one wrong move would lead to mutual destruction.

  "Fire! I don't believe you can run out of the hand grenade's killing range! Even if you can, I don't think those two can!" I stomped hard on the wounded man under my feet and shook the guy with a pig-liver-colored face who was suspended in mid-air.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" A string of bullets hit the tree beside me, splinters flying everywhere. I was so scared that I shrunk my neck in!

  "No one dares to threaten me!" The figure with a covered face spoke in a cold tone, unexpectedly revealing a woman's voice.

  "Cut it out! Redback!" The guy in my hand yelped. I deliberately loosened my grip, just to make him yell.

  "Put down your gun!" I shouted.

  "I'm no fool!" the woman cursed.

  "I don't have much strength left, this guy has shot a small bullet into my right shoulder, I think I won't be able to hold on for long. Put down the gun!" My right hand holding the grenade was getting weaker and weaker, feeling the safety lever's elasticity getting bigger and bigger, I could hardly grasp it, my fingers were already trembling. The back was transmitting waves of intense pain, a copper block as big as a thumb had been jammed into the flesh, nobody could bear it. Cold sweat poured down from my forehead and back, soaking through my clothes."

  "I'm telling you again, put down the gun!" I gritted my teeth and said. It wasn't that I was enduring pain, it's just that I no longer had the strength to hold down the safety on the grenade in my hand, and my weak arm couldn't possibly throw it out either. I started thinking about escape routes.

  I slowly lifted the person hanging from my hand in front of me, preparing to use them as a human shield. Even if a grenade fell, I had an iron plate shield to protect myself. The cold-blooded woman opposite me also started to retreat, but she still didn't put down the gun in her hand. The guy in my hand seemed to have anticipated something would happen and loosened his grip on my wrist, struggling to make the sign of the cross, closing his eyes and starting to pray! Damn it! What a freaking idiot!

  Just as I was about to throw the grenade in my hand, the captain behind me suddenly shouted: "Don't move!" At the same time, a big hand stretched out and pressed down on my fingers that had loosened halfway, then slowly took the grenade from my hand, while signaling the guy opposite to put down his gun.

  As I passed the grenade, my right hand suddenly relaxed, but my fingers still couldn't adapt immediately and couldn't stretch straight for a while. The one who took over the grenade was an old man with a big beard. After taking over the grenade, he slowly walked to the edge of the forest and threw out the two grenades far away, then walked back in the midst of the loud explosion sound, and smiled at me kindly: "Can you put down my child?"

  Kid?! I'm going to die! How can even the old man come to fight too?! I turned my head and took a look at the captain who followed up from behind, the captain nodded at me, and only then did I slowly put down the guy that had been hanging in mid-air for half a day. He suddenly started gasping for air with his mouth wide open, as if he had never known how sweet the air was! I've been caught by Butcher once before, so I deeply understand how he feels now.

  "There's also foot! Thank you!" The old man pointed at my feet again.

  "Whoa!" I quickly pulled back my foot, didn't expect him to have so many kids!

  The cold-blooded woman next to me saw that I relaxed my foot and suddenly jumped over and kicked me with one foot, right in the middle of my belly. I didn't have time to dodge, so I could only tense up my abdominal muscles and endure this kick. The little girl's strength was not small, kicking me flying more than two meters away. I sat on the ground with a thud.

  " FUCK! You don't want to live anymore!" I picked up the AUG next to me and pointed it at her, shouting.

  "Don't shoot! Xing Tian, she's not an enemy!" The captain pressed down on the muzzle of my gun from behind and said beside me.

  "Who are they? They almost killed me just now!" I shouted, pointing at the two guys lying on the ground and gasping for air: "And this crazy woman! Almost got me blown to pieces!"

  "Let me introduce myself, we are the 'God's Assassins' mercenaries! I am the captain! My name is Larl Ronse, everyone calls me 'Father'. These are my children, this is 'Monk' Tony Bar, this is 'Servant' Paul Sac, and that is my little rascal 'REDBACK' Avel Rebecca."

  "Wow, you have a lot of kids! My name is Xing Tian, no nickname!" I sat on the ground rubbing my stomach and said: "Her strength is quite impressive, it hurts a lot from her kick!"

  "You should be lucky we're not enemies, or I would have kicked your guts out by now!" The woman said as she ripped off the camouflage cloak. A flash of white light passed before my eyes, and I couldn't help but squint them shut. When I opened them again, the scene in front of me left me speechless. A beautiful woman with a small belly and a cleavage-revealing top, carrying a massive M249 with one hand, gazed at me disdainfully with her sapphire-like blue eyes. What was most striking was her head full of silver-blonde hair shining like silver in the sunlight, her alabaster skin making her look pale, more like an aristocratic vampire than a warrior!

  Damn it! I didn't expect this cold-blooded guy to be a beautiful woman!!!

  Click to view picture link: 84S is actually a semi-automatic version of Type 56 assault rifle that fires NATO standard rounds.