Chapter 54: This World is Too Small

  There are only five days left before the exam, and I'm busy typing every day without really starting to review. Left Wolf doesn't have any drafts, and every day is spent finishing two chapters before thinking about tomorrow's two chapters. Hope everyone can give me some motivation, with such a terrible score... sigh!

  I really suspect that this kid is from a humble background... The lame wolf muttered to himself, "I started hearing the sound of gunfire and thought you had been discovered, so I rushed over to support you. As a result, I didn't find anything and circled back."

  "Hmm... what were you doing during that explosion? But that gunshot didn't come from my direction, I thought you'd been targeted by a sniper again." Shadow said with a gloating smile, and handed a roasted carp to Can Lang.

  Maybe it was another poor devil who took our place, who cares. The lazy wolf didn't bother to think much and quickly finished the roasted fish in his hands. As for those two bottles of red wine, no one touched them, enjoying such a nerve-numbing thing in this crisis-ridden place is simply asking for death.

  At this time, it was around 4 am, and the two of them sneaked back but were not sleepy at all. Seeing this, Lang suddenly poured out a bunch of yellow bullets from his backpack, 3000 rounds of various bullets piled up into a small triangle, and the two of them silently began to sift through the different types of bullets.

  Roughly sorted out the bullets, there are about 1,000 rounds of 7.62mm and 5.56mm NATO ammunition each, about 500 rounds of 9mm ammunition, and about 500 rounds of .40 S&W ammunition.

  The lone wolf pulled out the P99 and threw it to Shadow, "This broken gun you can keep for yourself, the recoil is too loose, uh... that M92FS also leave it to you" As he said this, the lone wolf pulled out a SIG P210 and replaced the magazine with a new one, starting to load bullets into other magazines.

  The shadow took a glance at the residual wolf's paired gun, and his eyes lit up. "Let me take a look at your gun?" The residual wolf looked at him, pulled out the P210, held it with the barrel facing downwards, and handed it over to him.

  That's the one from the auction!!! The Shadow was too familiar with this gun, if it wasn't for that big-bearded man bidding against him back then, this gun would have been his. Although the gun had undergone many modifications, a killer's memory is terrifying, he still recognized it from the trigger guard's subtle marks. "Are you from Lava Mercenary? What's your relationship with Big Bearded Mark?" Shadow asked, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

  Zan Lang was taken aback, but he didn't lift his head and continued to load the bullets into the clip. "Lethal Fire Mercenaries? I think we've fought them before. This gun is my spoils of war from Nepal. What's up?"

  "Was it Mark you killed?!" The shadow suddenly bellowed out!

  The remaining wolf silently pulled out the military dagger from his sleeve, "If this gun's owner is him, then it should be me who killed him, why are you asking this?" The remaining wolf was also a bit tense, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground while the shadow had already stood up, if a conflict were to occur, he would have difficulty dodging the bullets in the shadow's hand.

  "Thud!" With a sound, the Shadow suddenly knelt down in front of Can Lang! "Thank you for helping me avenge my father and mother's death! From today on, Du Jie's life belongs to you!" After finishing speaking, the Shadow, who already had tears streaming down his face, heavily knocked his head against the uneven stone ground, scraping his forehead, and a thread of bright red blood seeped out.

  The Lone Wolf was a bit dazed, how could such a bloody thing happen to himself? However, at least he knew that this guy wouldn't shoot him now. Silently putting away the military dagger in his sleeve, the Lone Wolf quickly got up and helped the kneeling Shadow.

  "Let's talk about what happened." The Lone Wolf walked out of the cave and buried two anti-personnel mines, came back and opened a bottle of red wine, poured a cup and handed it to Shadow who was emotionally excited.

  He downed the liquor in his steel cup in one gulp, and Shadow began to talk about his past. "Sorry I lied to you before, my Chinese name is Du Jie, and my parents used to do business in France. Later, Big Beard Mark accidentally took a liking to my sister, and one night he brought his men to break into our home. My dad and mom fought back desperately, even shooting and killing one of the Flame Squad members."

  Mark enraged and killed my parents, my sister was stimulated to jump from the twelfth floor, at that time I was in the bathroom, which barely escaped.

  Later, I joined an organization to prepare for revenge against Mark. Who knew that one day, news suddenly came that Mark had died in Nepal, and at that time, I was on a mission in Thailand. Everyone thought it was me who killed Mark. The organization I was in was not even comparable to Lihuo, and the president didn't even want to protect me, and even ordered my capture and sent me to Lihuo's headquarters.

  "I had no choice but to escape from the organization overnight. For nearly two years, I've been doing tasks and saving up money, planning to go to Hunting Island. Here, as long as you grab an ID card, you can inherit that person's identity. And then I ran into you, what a coincidence!"

  Zanlang didn't say anything, his identity was special, he knew he wasn't just a mercenary, but also a pawn in someone's hands, so he didn't explain his identity to him either. However, Zanlang had already made up his mind that as long as he could get out of here, he would let Wolf Head investigate the true situation of this shadow, and if it was true, he would absorb him into his own VX squad.

  Having made up his mind, the lame wolf patted Shadow's shoulder and stuffed more than half a bottle of red wine into his bosom.

  He pulled out the P210 that Shadow had just returned to him, and Wolf's residual feelings made him touch it reluctantly. In the end, he handed it over to Shadow, "Brother, take this gun as a keepsake."

  The shadow glanced at the crippled wolf with gratitude, "No need, I'm an assassin, I don't need such a powerful handgun, you'd better keep it for yourself. However, I quite like your military dagger... look?"

  Zanlang was taken aback, and he rolled up the sleeve of his left hand to take off a leather holster and handed it over to him. "This leather holster and the military dagger are integrated, both are handmade, so they can't be used as a gun bayonet." As he spoke, Zanlang also took off the gun holster on his shoulder, "I'll give you this too, I can only install this military dagger, nothing else."

  The shadow quickly took over and carefully examined the military dagger in his hand, the handle was slightly damp, a faint smell of blood came. The shadow excitedly put on two leather sheaths on himself, swung the dagger a few times, the shadow suddenly thought of something, hurriedly inserted the dagger into his sleeve and turned back to rummage through his own bag, before long, a walnut wooden box was fished out by him.

  "Coming but not going is impolite, I'll give you a surprise, open it and take a look!" The shadow handed the box to Can Lang.

  Looking at the faint mark on the box, Lang Wolf roughly guessed what was inside. Opening the box, sure enough, it was another P210!

  The shadow seemed very satisfied with the look of surprise on Lang's face, "Mark's P210 and this one came from an auction, there were 10 in total, I didn't get one, later I robbed a rich man who had bid for the P210. This gun was my father's favorite when he was alive, I got this gun just so that one day I could use it to kill Mark. Now it's yours."

  The wolf didn't stand on ceremony, pulled out the gun from the box and stuffed it into the leg pocket on the other side, as for the other accessories, he casually stuffed them into his backpack. A good gun was not taken out to use all day, it's a blasphemy against the gun, anyway this kid wouldn't need it.

  With this, Shadow thoroughly trusted the remaining wolf. Insisting that he rest first and let Shadow keep watch, the remaining wolf looked at Shadow who had become somewhat excited after drinking half a bottle of red wine. Should I really let a drunkard keep night watch? Isn't that just asking for trouble?

  The shadow also seemed to have discovered the problem and, embarrassed, no longer mentioned keeping watch and hurriedly went to sleep in order to quickly recover his spirits and replace the worn-out wolf.

  Against the stone wall, the lone wolf loaded the empty clip with bullets one by one. The shadow's great revenge has been avenged, but what about his own grievances? In a flash of an eye, ten years have passed, and even the faces of dad and mom have become somewhat blurred. You must be watching me from heaven, right? I hope I can survive and leave Hunting Island to avenge you!

  Zanlang was lost in thought, and two hours passed quickly. The sky had already turned white at the horizon, and Yingzi woke up on time. He bypassed the anti-infantry claymore mine outside the cave entrance, ran to the water pool to take a cold shower, and then began to change Zanlang's dressing. Fortunately, there was no infection, and the fever had subsided yesterday, just waiting for the wound to heal.

  At dawn, the shadow's affair caused a commotion, and the wolf forgot that it had already found the map. At this point, even if they wanted to sleep, they couldn't, so the two of them began studying the one-meter-square map together. The map was very detailed, with even a satellite image of the entire small island on the back.

  The hunting island is elliptical in shape, with the two remaining wolves located at the center slightly north. The entire small island is divided into mountainous battlefields, urban battlefields, jungle battlefields, and desert battlefields. The eastern half of the island is a jungle battlefield, the middle is an urban battlefield, which has two, one is Stalingrad battlefield, and another is a 120-square-kilometer simulated American New York urban environment, leaving both men stunned. To the west of the urban battlefield is the mountainous battlefield, with only two mountains, but judging from the distribution of troops on the map, there are at least two battalions of troops. Further west of the mountainous battlefield is the desert battlefield, which is also one of the largest battlefield environments outside of the jungle battlefield.

  And a year later the cargo ship's docking point was on the west side of the desert battlefield, and it was impossible to leave here without crossing all the battlefields.

  After analyzing the entire map, both of their faces looked a bit unsightly. Entering this hunting island was simply a matter of nine deaths and one life. As for whether they could hold on until the very end, both people started to lose confidence.