Chapter 55: The Bait

  "Now that we're on Hunting Island, we can't just sit around waiting to die with these weapons and ammo. I suppose it's been a long time, the people behind us should be catching up soon." Lone Wolf said as he drew a trajectory on the map with his finger, speaking to Shadow.

  The shadow in front of him lit up, "You're saying..." The crippled wolf smiled evilly and nodded.

  In the dead of night, a small black figure lay motionless on top of a large tree, with a faint glow emanating from the scope reflecting off a pair of dark eyes.

  It's 2 am now. People in the city may be living a luxurious life with lights and wine. However, there is a hint of murder in this rainforest.

  In the field of vision, a three-man team is cautiously searching forward. The leader is a tall and thin black man, who is now nervously opening the bushes in front of him. In just two days, a team of 15 people has been reduced to just the three of them. Most of the other team members were killed by some beasts that could not possibly appear in the rainforest. "Gruus, it's safe."

  The black man carefully scouted the surroundings, confirmed that there were no dangerous beasts lurking, and then let out a sigh of relief, pinching the earpiece to report the situation to his teammates behind him.

  Gruis was the captain of this temporary squad, and just two days had already made him regret coming to this godforsaken place. Thinking that he still had a year left, Gruis wearily leaned against a large tree and sat down.

  "Pete, come back, it should be safe here for the time being. Quaid, set up a perimeter." After instructing two team members, Gruss pulled out his canteen, but after opening his mouth to take a drink, he realized that there wasn't a single drop of water left in it.

  At this moment, a bullet shot out of the darkness and flew accurately into Grus's mouth. The huge energy carried by the bullet instantly destroyed Grus's brain. The water bottle was flung out of his hand, and the other two people didn't notice anything unusual, thinking that their captain had just become enraged.

  Gently pulling the bolt, a shell casing flew out of the ejection port, and Lang Hu's right hand accurately clamped two fingers on the slightly hot shell casing and turned to put it into his breast pocket.

  The muzzle shifted slightly, the T-shaped sight firmly locked onto a tall and thin black man 200 meters away. A dark shadow was slowly approaching Pitt, the lone wolf nodded reassuringly, moving the muzzle to shift his target to Quaid, who was setting up a warning line with his back to Pitt.

  Perhaps Quaid heard something, the needlework in his hand paused, and Ma Shan turned back vigilantly. Before he could see what had happened, a 7.62mm caliber bullet had already been nailed into his brow.

  He threw down the corpse in his hand and gave a thumbs up in the direction of the remaining wolves.

  The leeches that had sucked enough blood from his neck were pulled off, and the wolf jumped down from the tree and ran over.

  They pulled out the medical kits from the corpses, and the two wounded men carried the three bodies to a withered fallen tree not far away, covering them with some banana leaves they had hastily cut down, leaving only the exposed gun barrels and the faint outline of their helmets.

  The remaining wolves took out a map and pressed a dent on it with their fingernails at one place, and the two nodded and continued to look for new prey.

  One night, two people were doing a repetitive task, searching for prey, killing, transporting corpses, and disguising. At dawn, a ray of sunlight pierced into the dim tropical rainforest.

  "Last wolf, this is the last position, will this move work?" A small mound of earth, a shadow raised binoculars and looked at a five-man team 500 meters away.

  "I'm not sure either, but as long as one person takes the bait, more and more people will follow, and by then we can just muddy the waters." Canis Lupus took a sip of water from his canteen, still staring through the scope. The heavy body of the G22A1 gave him a reassuring feeling. In just one night, relying on the map in their hands, the two had ambushed nearly 20 people, which meant that one-fifth of the 100-man team had become their prey. Correspondingly, the guns in their hands had also been swapped out repeatedly, and the original M40 was already who-knew-where.

  There were still three hundred meters away, "Fire!" The remaining wolf let out a low growl, and the two people's rifles simultaneously fired a bullet.

  Two men in the vanguard of the squad searching in the rainforest fell down at the sound, the leader was obviously a seasoned veteran, one rolled and jumped behind a tree, quickly firing a long burst from his G3A3, splashing mud on the small mound where the two remnants of the Wolf Troop were hiding.

  "Fall back!" The lone wolf yelled, grabbing his rifle and heading towards a higher ambush point. The military knife in his hand left occasional, seemingly unintentional marks on the rainforest floor as he walked. Shadow followed closely behind, and the two quickly disappeared into the dense forest.

  The ambush was a group of mercenaries who were not weak, led by a middle-aged man. This time, he mainly wanted to train the new recruits under his command, relying on his rich experience. The five-man team had been walking for a while without encountering any danger. Unexpectedly, they suddenly lost two men here. 10 minutes passed, and there was still no movement on the mound.

  The middle-aged man waved his hand at a soldier not far away, and the other nodded and circled around to a small mound 300 meters away. The middle-aged man focused on observing the surrounding situation, and as soon as there was any abnormality, the assault rifle in his hand would fire at the first time.

  "Captain! The enemy has retreated! However, I found an empty heating can here."

  The middle-aged man shouted, "Be on guard! We're going over right away!" After saying that, the middle-aged man waved his hand and led another new recruit to sneak over.

  The place where the wolf and others ambushed them, the middle-aged man took over the empty can box, he clearly remembered that when they came, the cargo ship did not provide this kind of food that could be quickly heated at all, was it... the island guard soldier?

  The middle-aged man was startled by this idea, threw away the can in his hand, and began to look around. Finally, a scar-like mark on a nearby plant caught his attention.

  "Go!" The middle-aged man gave an order and three people followed the footprints left by the remaining wolf.

  At this time, the two remaining wolves had already arrived at the previous ambush point. "Shadow, set up a sentry."

  After the wolf gave the order, he quickly pulled out a fragmentation grenade. This kind of grenade won't kill you instantly unless you're at the center of the explosion, but the shrapnel flying in all directions can easily turn people within the blast radius into sieves.

  A grenade was tied to a branch of a small tree, with the pin pulled out and held by a loop of fishing line. The other end of the line was stretched across the path, forming a low tripwire.

  Everything was set up, and the remaining wolf tied two concussion grenades to the remaining fishing line. 170 decibels of noise should be able to attract a lot of people.

  They exchanged a glance with each other and covered up their tracks before changing direction and withdrawing from the "stage".

  The middle-aged man quickly rushed over with two new recruits, following the trail left behind by the cunning wolf. The middle-aged man judged that this should be a new recruit, otherwise it would not have left so many clues. Therefore, he was not worried that the other party would set up an ambush for himself, and thought that he must still be desperately escaping now? The middle-aged man sneered and continued to pursue along the trail.

  A faint "swoosh" sound suddenly came from underfoot, and the middle-aged man immediately realized something was wrong. "Get down!"

  The middle-aged man's loud shout only saved himself, and the three consecutive huge explosions that followed made him realize that his two new recruits hadn't even had time to react before being turned into hedgehogs. The massive shockwave from the explosion left the three of them with mild concussions, and the ringing in their ears made the middle-aged man realize he was up against a formidable opponent! This ambush method, which was completely outside the normal range, had shattered his confidence.

  Two stun grenades didn't know how many hunters would be attracted, the middle-aged man desperately closed his eyes, at this point, he could only wish that the people who came later would let him join in chasing after the "Guard Island Soldiers".

  As expected, the various small teams that were wandering around in search of an attack target heard the sound and quickly rushed over. The middle-aged man had almost recovered by this time and threw away the rifle in his hand. The middle-aged man said, "My team found the trail of the island's garrison soldiers, they should be retreating along this road, there are two more corpses here, if everyone is willing to cooperate, we should be able to find their base. Remind you, these people are absolutely masters..."