Chapter 1386: Chapter 1386
"I’m doing this for the good of everyone; it’s impossible for all of us to get away. You’ve seen the speed of the Aboriginals, so it makes sense to leave the seriously injured behind for the benefit of the rest!" The mercenary leader had been through wars; his heart was tough, so abandoning the severely wounded didn’t give him any psychological burden.
The group with less severe injuries fell silent, putting their own interests first; naturally, they had to be selfish. Others were cursing loudly, complaining that they were inhuman.
"Team Leader, you decide!" someone called on Javier to speak. He was too stupid; in fact, by the Team Leader not speaking up, he was tacitly agreeing with the mercenary leader’s suggestion.
The team was divided, and naturally, their pace slowed down, arguing incessantly.
Only in a peaceful environment can democracy be discussed. The mercenary leader didn’t care about the opinions of the heavily injured at all. He just started choosing people to abandon, as with their physical condition, they would be left behind anyway and couldn’t keep up.
"What should we do?" Gu Xueqi felt these South Americans were very cold-blooded.
"Just keep quiet!" Tang Zheng didn’t plan to interfere; it had nothing to do with him anyway.
The delay wasn’t long, and soon the team set off again. The mercenary leader didn’t say he was abandoning the other group, but they increased their pace a lot.
At first, the severely injured could keep up, but within three minutes, they had been left far behind.
They heard curses coming from the jungle behind them. The expressions on their faces varied: some were indifferent, some were relieved with a stroke of luck, and some showed struggle and reluctance...
The atmosphere turned somber for a moment, but after a sudden, piercing scream, everyone except Tang Zheng and the school beauty shuddered. Some of the dumber ones looked back, while others ran even faster.
"The Aboriginals have caught up!" O’Reilly wasn’t stupid, looking pale as she clutched Tang Zheng’s arm.
"Run!" Tang Zheng pushed O’Reilly, not in too much of a hurry, keeping himself in the middle of the pack. This ensured that if there was an attack, he wouldn’t be the first target and also preserved enough strength.
"Don’t run too fast, or you won’t have the strength to fight later," the mercenary leader shouted, slightly out of breath. Their formation was completely chaotic.
After the incident, the mercenary leader’s prestige had plummeted. Everyone thought he was just making excuses to find more cannon fodder, so they ran even faster.
"A bunch of idiots." The mercenary leader was helpless and wished he could shoot them all.
There was a continuous stream of screams from behind; it was obvious the Aboriginals were massacring the South Americans who had fallen behind, repaying them with brutal retaliation for killing many of their kin.
Javier was skeptical about the mercenaries’ strength and moved closer to Tang Zheng, still relatively calm, knowing the middle of the team was the safest.
Indeed, in less than a minute, two panicked men rushed to a tree only to have three hunters jump down, spear in hand, stabbing into one of their chests. They pulled the spears out and prepared to throw them at the team.
"Combat!" The mercenary leader yelled as he raised his AK47 and let off a long burst of single shots.
Although the mercenaries were equipped, they were rushed into battle and, seeing others get killed, their blood spraying, they were even more nervous.
"Get out of the way!" Tang Zheng pushed Javier, who was standing in front of him, grabbed the AK47 with his right hand, and shot at the approaching hunters.
Despite not aiming, Tang Zheng had fired at least ten million bullets before; his sheer muscle memory alone outclassed everyone there.
Ratatat, ratatat, the bullets precisely hit the Aboriginals in the forehead, blowing off their skulls. The javelins didn’t get thrown before the hunters fell backwards.
More Aboriginals swung over on vines, hurling their spears and toppling a few more unlucky souls.
In the moonlit jungle, still dark, the mercenaries fired, with rhombus muzzle flashes flickering. The bullets, glowing like fireflies, shot into the densely leaved forest.
Amid the whizzing of stray bullets was the mercenary leader’s exhortation.
"Suppression fire!" The darkness impaired their vision greatly, and with the Aboriginals appearing and disappearing like ghosts, the mercenaries couldn’t aim properly. Up until now, in the encounter, not a head had been claimed.
Tang Zheng and Gu Xueqi were exceptions, their shooting had a rhythmic feel, effectively suppressing the Aboriginals on the left side.
"So impressive!" O’Reilly instinctively clutched Tang Zheng’s arm; Javier was astounded. The Aboriginals approaching from their side were hit one after another, falling from the trees like dumplings, crashing to the ground.
"Change ammo clips!" Gu Xueqi shouted, to remind Tang Zheng to cover her. She grabbed an ammo clip from the small opening in her travel bag with one hand, knocked one out, then slotted the new one in. The whole process flowed smoothly without wasting a second, and her gunfire continued.
"One-handed ammo clip change?" Javier stared at Gu Xueqi, astonished. Where had this girl learned that? Without regularly handling a gun, one simply couldn’t manage this move, and actual combat was different from training. Under the stress of death, it was very easy to panic and make mistakes.
"Don’t pull my arm!" Tang Zheng grabbed an ammo clip, his left hand swinging, tossing O’Reilly aside, using a single-handed ammo clip change tactic that was even quicker than Gu Xueqi’s.
Javier was dumbfounded; he hadn’t clearly seen Tang Zheng’s move and was left with only an afterimage in his eyes.
"The situation is very unfavorable, sir. You and that girl act as vanguard, lead the team to break through, and we will cover you!" The mercenary leader had some responsibility. He knew he couldn’t stop the Aboriginals, and once they closed in, they would be completely overrun, so he pleaded with Tang Zheng and took the initiative to be the rear guard.
"I know you don’t need money, but if you can get me back alive, I’ll give you one hundred million US dollars," Javier offered the highest bounty he could afford, hoping to sway Tang Zheng.
"One hundred million?" O’Reilly exclaimed. For a girl who worked hard for a month and earned less than a thousand US dollars, that number was too shocking. She couldn’t earn that much in ten lifetimes.
"Move quickly, Xueqi, cover the right side!" Tang Zheng didn’t bother using a tactical flashlight. He didn’t want to be a firefly under the night sky—a sure target.
The aboriginals charged fearlessly, but their flesh and blood couldn’t withstand bullets; Tang Zheng and Gu Xueqi took them all down, leaving a trail of corpses behind.
South Americans seeing Tang Zheng’s overwhelming firepower, like a ferocious beast breaking through, all moved towards him, hoping for shelter.
A minute later, Tang Zheng and Gu Xueqi became the spearhead, and the number of aboriginals had decreased. It was a sign of breaking through the encirclement.
"Don’t let your guard down, watch your surroundings!" Tang Zheng shouted. He had just taken out an ammo clip, about to reload when three aboriginals leaped down from the tree trunk above, screaming shrilly and swiftly throwing javelins, then pulled out their choppers from their waists.
"Duck!" Tang Zheng leaned to the side, pushing Gu Xueqi with his shoulder, simultaneously dodging the javelins – killing two birds with one stone.
The aboriginals had already seen Tang Zheng’s ferocity. They ambushed here specifically to kill him. As they landed, they didn’t care about anyone else and lunged straight for him.
Tang Zheng flicked his wrist and threw the ammo clip, hitting the face of an aborigine who had charged up to him, and bought himself a moment.
Gu Xueqi aimed the muzzle, ready to shoot, but Tang Zheng had already drawn his handgun, his thumb flipped the safety, and his index finger pulled the trigger.
Bang, the first aboriginal had just straightened up when he was shot between the eyebrows; his skull flew off, blood and brain pulp splattered, directly obstructing the vision of the two behind him.
Bang, bang, bang, Tang Zheng’s finger didn’t stop, not even a bit of recoil from the gun body as he furiously opened fire, mowing down two aboriginals.
Javier and the others were shaken to their core, breaking out in a cold sweat, looking at the three bodies and secretly calling it a lucky escape. If not for Tang Zheng, they’d definitely have left several bodies behind in this ambush.
"That kid’s wrist strength is terrifying!" The mercenary leader knew he couldn’t do that, even an AK47 in his hands wouldn’t keep the muzzle steady; the recoil was completely suppressed by Tang Zheng’s powerful grip.
"No aboriginals left, let’s move!" Tang Zheng wasn’t idle enough to bother playing rearguard. In his eyes, Javier was the most important.
"Save us, we can’t run anymore!" someone choked out in panic, then screams replaced their cries.
The aboriginals’ speed was too fast to shake off. They chased like a wolf pack, relentlessly pursuing their prey.
Even the mercenaries, in their heyday, couldn’t hold them off, let alone now.
"This won’t work. We can’t run. We’ve got to think of something!" The mercenary leader looked to Tang Zheng, hoping he would intercept the enemy.
"A bunch of useless trash!" Tang Zheng cursed, but no one dared to retort.
"Aren’t you tired?" O’Reilly felt like her lungs were on fire, her throat parched and uncomfortable, yet seeing Tang Zheng, who had been running with two travel bags each over a hundred pounds for so long, only slightly out of breath, she was shocked. Content originally comes from novel·fıre·net
Xueqi wasn’t tired either, almost causing the bearded man beside her to pop his eyes out.
"Stop, set up defenses!" Tang Zheng wasn’t so kind as to face the aboriginals alone. Leaving these people as bait wasn’t such a bad idea.
Hearing this command, the survivors were stunned.
"What are you dazing for? Hurry and set up defenses." Javier cursed. At this point, they could only trust Tang Zheng.
"Take care of yourself!" he reminded Xueqi, then Tang Zheng began to lie in wait.
The aboriginals charged to within thirty meters, probably not expecting their prey to stop. They hesitated for an instant before they threw their javelins.
This time the exhausted South Americans finally witnessed Tang Zheng’s exquisite marksmanship. In such adverse conditions, he almost achieved a perfect shot every time. After every crisp sound, a body would inevitably fall.
Tang Zheng emptied his ammo clip, let go of the AK47, grabbed the machine gun, and with constant firepower, the aboriginals were blasted to the ground.
Whizz, a javelin shot like lightning towards Tang Zheng.
"The chief?" Tang Zheng dodged, and so the woman with the long tongue behind him got unlucky. She thought she was safe near Tang Zheng, not expecting to be pierced through the chest by the javelin.
O’Reilly, splattered with blood, was nearly petrified with fright.
A strong figure moved swiftly over the tree trunks, leaping forward and appearing above the team, then stomping down directly, swinging the curved knife.
A mercenary hadn’t even managed to open fire when he was split in two.
The chief of the aboriginals finally arrived, wearing a puppet mask, with colorful feathers stuck in his hair and a grass skirt around his waist, his entire body dark as if he were a god of death.
The mercenary leader fired, but the chief blocked the bullets with the back of his knife and charged at him. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)