Chapter 64: The Devil

  The sniper didn't notice Pandora's movement, nor could he have. Pandora's tactics at this time were like a poisonous snake, hidden to the point where you couldn't even sense her existence. All signs of life were concealed within Pandora's body, and if someone passed by, they would only think it was a clump of grass lying here, and that was when she wasn't wearing her camouflage net.

  Pandora slowly crawled forward about a meter and stopped, then lightly stood up with her hands on the ground. The moment she stood up, the indifference on her face disappeared, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

  Along with this murderous aura, Zhao Ziyang, who was following behind, involuntarily shivered and his scalp felt numb. The numbness spread to his limbs and finally connected with the ground, making Zhao Ziyang clearly feel a chill in his body that was in contact with the ground. This was followed by a slight twitching of the muscles on his back.

  Zhao Ziyang had never seen Pandora really take action, and after seeing it, he was directly affected by the intense killing intent that couldn't be dispelled on Pandora's body. This killing intent wasn't just pure killing intent; it seemed like he saw a bloody battlefield filled with slaughter, and Pandora was the devil covered in the blood of his enemies.

  Pandora is just another name for devil.

  The sniper was more severely affected than Zhao Ziyang, and in infinite fear, his hands trembled slightly, causing the barrel of the sniper rifle to rise by more than ten centimeters.

  Bang!

  A armor-piercing bullet shot into the air as the barrel rose, and the powerful recoil pushed against his shoulder, causing his frightened body to lean back slightly.

  In the blink of an eye, the sniper released his hands without hesitation and threw away the sniper rifle in his hand, and flashed to the pistol on his thigh.

  In such a desperate situation, he could only rely on his pistol for self-defense and counterattack, and then look for opportunities to escape. This killing intent was too terrifying, if possible, he would rather kneel down and beg the other party to spare his life.

  He simply had no chance, not even a chance to touch his gun.

  "Hiss..."

  Pandora's body, like a mother leopard, darted straight at the sniper, and as she did, she drew out a rare wide-bladed military knife. The knife was sleek and shiny all over, with a blade about one finger wide and approximately forty centimeters long, double-edged, with a blood groove in the middle, and several reverse spikes protruding from the blood groove, resembling a chopping knife but distinctly different.

  The blade cuts through the air with a soft whooshing sound, and no one would suspect its formidable killing power.

  "Hmmph..."

  The snow-bright blade flashed towards the sniper's hand, just as it touched the left hand of the gun. The invincible blade cut off the opponent's palm from the middle.

  A chill ran down his left arm, no pain, only a bone-piercing coldness. The sniper looked at his own palm falling towards the ground. In that instant, he opened his mouth to shout a warning and then scream in agony, but it was already too late.

  "Pffft! Pffft! Pffft!"

  The sound of a triple-edged blade slicing through the air was heard, and the sniper felt that intractable chilliness spreading from his neck to his thighs and waist once again.

  "Hmm......" A low, unconscious moan escaped his lips, and his wide-open eyes saw a pair of pupils completely devoid of human aura: brown, emotionless, and filled with bloodlight.

  With a "crack", the sniper collapsed to the ground, his body severed into three parts: his thighs were cut off at the root, his waist and chest cavity separated, and his head rolled to one side with wide eyes staring at the half of his kidney exposed after his waist was severed.

  Dark red blood flowed out of the wound continuously, gradually forming a red carpet under the sniper's body.

  Fierce! Accurate! Deadly!

  When Zhao Ziyang saw Pandora raise her hand, his heart tightened and his pupils instantly formed a sharp needle-like shape. However, this state only lasted for an instant, as his subconscious had already regarded Pandora as the most terrifying enemy.

  It's just as well that Pandora is his ally, otherwise he has no idea how to deal with such an enemy. If nothing unexpected happens, he has absolutely no chance of winning when facing Pandora alone. If mercenaries are beings that drift outside society, then Pandora is a being that drifts outside the mercenaries.

  Pandora, who had just taken out the sniper, sheathed her knife and pointed in a direction straight ahead of her before continuing to sprint eastward.

  Zhao Ziyang suppressed the shock in his heart and rushed in the direction pointed by Pandora, where there was another mercenary.

  "Clang", the dark three-edged spear was pulled out from his body, Zhao Ziyang rushed towards the hidden mercenaries like a fierce tiger. At this time, there is no need to hide his figure anymore, because it's completely unnecessary. During the time he crawled on the ground earlier, he had already calculated the position of the mercenaries with precision, now all he needs to do is kill.

  "Bang!" The sound of gunfire rang out, and the mercenaries who had discovered Zhao Ziyang rushing over without any regard for his own safety turned around to pull the trigger and open fire.

  The intense bullet head shot towards Zhao Ziyang's chest, and under high temperature, it seemed that the air being burned could be seen.

  At the moment when the sniper bullet was about to hit, Zhao Ziyang's narrowed eyes clearly saw the trajectory of this armor-piercing bullet. The bullet head that was originally speeding at its limit began to slow down, slower...

  "Whoosh..." The grass and trees responded, Zhao Ziyang's entire body rolled to the ground in an instant, dodging the mercenary's lightning-fast feet, leaving a deep mark on the ground as he rolled.

  The mercenary was shocked, he couldn't believe that Zhao Ziyang could dodge the bullet in this situation. After a brief moment of shock, he immediately drew his military knife and approached Zhao Ziyang, who was now close at hand, with a fierce stab.

  With a loud "clang", the two military bayonets collided heavily, half of the blade flying high into the air, falling down after reaching its peak.

  "Ugh!" The triangular blade thrust upward from the crotch into the mercenary's body.

  "Hah..." As the bayonet stabbed in and was pulled out in a flash, a stream of blood gushed out from between the mercenary's legs.

  "Ahhh!!!......" The heavily injured mercenary let out a mournful howl, his legs involuntarily buckling as he fell to his knees, his hands tightly clutching his groin.

  "Ugh!" Another sound of a bayonet entering the body rang out, and the triangular blade was stabbed straight into the mercenary's chest, piercing his thoracic cavity.

  The three-edged blade thrust in, and with Zhao Ziyang's wrist movement, it stirred a circle, instantly turning the mercenary's thoracic organs into a mass of minced meat.

  "Hsss..." The three-edged spear pulled out, entrails and all, as a blood arrow shot up into the air, and under the sunlight's illumination, a small, eerie rainbow appeared.

  With a thud, the mercenary fell to the ground and died.

  With a forceful swing, Zhao Ziyang shook off the fresh blood and internal organs from the three-edged spear, then squatted down to flip over the mercenary, pulling open his collar to take down the soldier's tag hanging around his neck.

  This piece of soldier's badge is very smooth, with a knight embossed on it, riding a war horse and holding a long spear high, vividly.

  This is the emblem of EO mercenary group. In 1999, EO mercenary group closed down. However, they didn't disband directly but instead moved their headquarters to London, UK.

  One reason is that London is a hub for international arms deals and defence trade, the other is to escape interference from the South African government in their business. The South African government had been looking at EO with disfavour because many of its employees were formerly involved in opposing the apartheid regime, and when South Africa signed up to the international convention against mercenaries in 1998, it forced EO to shut down. Since then, EO has morphed into a number of similar companies in South Africa or elsewhere, some private military companies, others security companies, continuing their business in this form.

  "ROAR!!!!!" A loud roar echoed from Omo not far away, followed by the muffled sound of his neck bones cracking under the twisting force.

  A poker card flew through the woods, cutting off several branches and pinning itself to a large tree. One corner of the card was stained with blood, and the blade had killed one person.

  Five mercenaries were killed and the Fulani, who had been badly hurt, finally caught their breath, but remained in a state of fear from what had just happened.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." Mekalle emptied the magazine in one burst, and as he bent to pick up another rifle, he suddenly realized that the sniping had stopped. The Fulani warriors were out of range of the sniper's threat and were starting to counterattack again.

  "Damn it!" Mekalle cursed loudly and slammed the rifle in his hand to the ground, turning around and running wildly towards the east of the village.

  "Bang bang bang......" "Bang bang bang......"

  "Kill him! Kill him!..."

  The Fulani warriors' anger instantly filled the fear of a moment ago, and they let out a hateful roar, raising their rifles to fire at Mekalle in a sweep.

  Anger, humiliation, madness... The Fulani warriors now don't even need to think about what they want to do, they just know they have to kill this son of a bitch Makalle. As for the subtle relationship between the Gambian government and ethnic groups, it's not something they consider, they want revenge, they want to kill Makalle, skin him alive, cut off his ***, split open his belly and hang it from a tree.

  Hatred is contagious. Hundreds of rifles fired at Mekar simultaneously, bullets chasing his footsteps, forming a dense firepower network behind him.

  Faced with such firepower, Mekar finally lost his composure, his face revealing fear and a yearning for life. Yet, his eyes still retained their ferocity: if he could just survive this ordeal, the Fula tribe would meet its own demise.

  Mekalle's fleeing body was quite agile, using all the tactical steps he could muster to dodge the bullets behind him. The threat to his life brought out his full potential, and he swept through like a whirlwind, running towards the woods.

  As long as they entered the forest, it was safe. There were countless shelters in the forest and there was support for each other. But why did they stop sniping? Did something unexpected happen?

  "Boom... boom... boom..." A burst of gunfire hit Mekar's back, sending his running body crashing to the ground.

  At the moment he fell, a dense hail of bullets whizzed past his head. He had to thank this long burst of fire, otherwise his body would have become a beehive.

  "Ahhh……" A beastly howl escaped Mekalle's mouth as he struggled to get up and continue fleeing towards the woods, but just as he lifted his head, he saw a desperate sight: a mercenary resembling a polar bear burst out laughing menacingly at him, his M134 six-barrel heavy machine gun cold and dark, pointing straight at his body.

  He saw the muzzle pre-turning, and he clearly smelled the breath of death emanating from the barrel.