Boom!
With an explosion, several team members screamed, were blown away by the aerial grenade, and struggled on the ground…
Then Wan Yunting's figure flashed in the woods. Holding his rifle, like a lone wolf, he began to counterattack Torres and his group. With every shot he fired, someone fell…
Although Wan Yunting had no professional shooting training, he was familiar with firearms due to his previous involvement in anti-drug operations. Moreover, his uncanny eyes, like those of death, fixed on the enemy. Anyone he aimed at could hardly escape…
An enemy poked his head out and was instantly shot…
This forced Torres's remaining seven team members to hide behind trees. As one tried to throw a grenade, his arm was directly broken. The grenade fell to the ground and exploded four seconds later, killing himself and two companions…
“Damn it…”
Torres cursed furiously at the sight and immediately turned to his subordinate behind him, shouting for reinforcements again.
They had a secret base nearby, and another batch of reinforcements was rushing to the scene, but it would take some time to arrive…
However, during this short period, Torres and his men were eliminated one by one by Wan Yunting. Finally, only Torres and another subordinate remained, hiding nervously behind a large tree, panting.
For a moment, the entire forest became terrifyingly quiet, completely devoid of sound. The footsteps and movements of the Chinese man could not be heard, which made Torres even more nervous, as he knew how terrifying that Chinese man was.
Back in his own country, he and Deputy Captain Morthon had encountered that Chinese man and knew his terrifying combat power. But he hadn't expected that even with so many men, he still couldn't kill that Chinese man.
Torres was tense at the moment. He looked at another subordinate hiding not far away and gestured for him to peek out and see where the Chinese man was…
The subordinate, seeing his comrades die one by one, was also nervous and scared, but he still poked his head out…
Bang!
A gunshot.
“Bastard…!”
Witnessing his subordinate's head being blown off, Torres directly cursed and immediately pulled out a grenade, throwing it backward. With a bang, he lunged forward, emptying his gun at the direction of the shot: “Bang bang bang…”
In an instant, he saw a figure flash past from behind a distant large tree, so fast that Torres doubted his senses. As he landed, he quickly found cover behind a large rock. Torres's eyes widened, his chest heaving, knowing he hadn't hit the Chinese man because that guy was too fast…
Then, the forest fell silent again, as if dead, not even the sounds of birds and beasts. The gunshots and explosions had already scared away all the animals around the forest…
“Damn it, why haven't you arrived yet…?”
Torres cursed into the communication device.
“Hello, are you calling me?”
Suddenly, a voice came from above Torres. Wan Yunting was holding the large tree with his feet, his head down. His sharp eyes were staring fixedly at Torres hiding behind the large rock below, speaking to him in English.
Torres was stunned by his maneuver. He looked up and met Wan Yunting's gaze from above. He immediately reacted and cursed, “Damn it…!” and was about to raise his gun to shoot Wan Yunting…
As a result, Wan Yunting directly lunged down, striking first. He grabbed the barrel of the assault rifle in Torres's hand, forcefully snatched it away, and with a shoulder throw, sent Torres flying. His back hit a tree trunk heavily, and he fell to the ground with a muffled groan. Torres watched Wan Yunting approach him and immediately pulled out a pistol, aiming it at Wan Yunting at close range and firing…
Bang bang bang…!
The continuous gunshots were met with a sight that made Torres feel like he was seeing a ghost. Wan Yunting dodged Torres's close-range bullets with astonishing speed, grabbed the pistol in his hand, and squeezed it with force. The metal pistol was deformed, startling Torres, whose eyes widened in disbelief…
“Uh…”
But then, Wan Yunting grabbed his neck with his left hand, lifting his two-hundred-pound body. Torres's face turned red, his eyes bulged with blood, and his hands frantically clawed at Wan Yunting's iron-like grip. His feet kicked wildly. Wan Yunting didn't want to kill him too quickly. He flung Torres away as if he were a chick, his back hitting the rock and bouncing off heavily…
“Cough…”
Torres knelt on the ground, rubbing his neck and coughing violently. But seeing Wan Yunting approach, he pulled out a military knife and fiercely charged forward. However, Wan Yunting easily grabbed his right hand holding the knife…
“Crack!”
Then came the sound of bone breaking, accompanied by Torres's pig-like scream. Wan Yunting ruthlessly twisted his entire right hand, breaking it…
His military knife dropped, was caught by Wan Yunting's left hand, and directly stabbed into his right shoulder. Wan Yunting kicked him violently, sending him flying again to hit the large rock. He slumped to the ground, leaning against the rock, coughing up blood. His broken right arm hung limply, trembling slightly…
Torres’s eyes widened, and he sat there helplessly, watching the cold and ruthless Wan Yunting with sharp eyes walk towards him step by step. He squatted down, grabbed the military knife stuck in Torres’s right shoulder, and forcefully pressed down…
“Ah…!”
Torres screamed like a pig again. Wan Yunting’s cold gaze fixed on him. He then noticed a symbol on Torres’s chest and instantly remembered that this was the elite armed escort team of Caro Quijin from Mexico!
“So it’s you.”
Wan Yunting finally understood why these people were after him. He hadn’t expected the elite armed escort team of Caro Quijin to still be around, not wiped out by the Mexican army, and now appearing in Mali, Africa.
“You… you can't escape…!”
Torres trembled all over, but his angry eyes glared at Wan Yunting in front of him, saying fiercely.
Wan Yunting's eyes were cold, but he couldn't understand the Mexican language he was speaking. He asked in English, “Do you speak English?”
As a result, Torres obviously didn't understand English either and kept shouting in Mexican. Wan Yunting understood nothing. He pulled out the military knife from Torres's shoulder and casually slashed his throat, then stood up and left…
“Uh…”
Torres held his severed carotid artery with his left hand, blood spurting out. His eyes, facing death, finally revealed a look of fear. He fell sideways stiffly, his body convulsing violently, his life gradually fading…
Wan Yunting walked to a nearby spot and picked up Torres's assault rifle from the ground. He opened the magazine to check for bullets, then returned to search Torres's body for a magazine. He also found a satellite phone on him. Just then, a call came in. Wan Yunting looked at it and answered, saying calmly in English, “Speak, I'm listening!”
Morton, who was in the base, heard an unfamiliar voice on the phone, not Torres's. His eyes instantly widened, and he quickly spat out his cigar and asked in English, “Are you Wan Yunting?”
Wan Yunting heard the other person speaking English, which made things easier. He said, “I remember killing Caro Quijin, and also the leader of your elite armed escort, Herman. So, who are you?”
Confirming that the other person was Wan Yunting, Morton’s eyes widened, and his expression turned grim. He lowered his voice and said coldly, “I am Herman’s adjutant, Morton. Chinese, it seems I seriously underestimated your abilities!”
“Heh heh.”
Wan Yunting sneered and said coldly, “Wash your neck and wait, I will come to cut off your head.”
“Damn it…”
After Wan Yunting hung up the call, Morton, furious, smashed the satellite phone to pieces…
Wan Yunting put away the satellite phone, thinking it was still useful. Then he quickly picked up another gun and bullets from the ground, and grabbed a few grenades from the bodies of other elite armed escort members. He then pursued the direction where Nie Xiaoyu had taken Li Yuxiu to escape…
Ten minutes after Wan Yunting left, several off-road vehicles arrived at high speed. Dozens of heavily armed foreigners carrying weapons got out. The leader was a middle-aged man with blue eyes. He jumped out of the car holding an assault rifle and came to Torres's body, looking coldly at all the corpses lying there…
Then he took out his satellite phone and called Morton. He calmly said, “Torres is dead!”
Morton, who was in the base, had already anticipated this outcome. He said angrily, “Pizarro, no matter the cost, you must kill that Chinese man, Wan Yunting!”
“Understood.”
The leader, Pizarro, replied calmly in his magnetic voice, hung up the phone, put away the satellite phone, and immediately ordered his subordinates to track Wan Yunting’s whereabouts…
Meanwhile, Nie Xiaoyu was supporting Li Yuxiu, running through the forest in a southwest direction…
Suddenly, Li Yuxiu stumbled and fell directly to the ground, causing Nie Xiaoyu to fall with her. Nie Xiaoyu quickly looked at Li Yuxiu's right abdomen. The blood had already soaked through her clothes. Due to excessive blood loss, Li Yuxiu's face was pale, which was very frightening…
“Captain Nie, you… don't mind me, just go quickly…”
Li Yuxiu, whose consciousness was gradually fading, panted weakly and said.
Nie Xiaoyu forcibly pulled her up and said through gritted teeth, “Doctor Li, don't talk. Press on the wound, we can definitely escape…”
Li Yuxiu, weak and unable to walk, fell again with Nie Xiaoyu. But then she saw Li Yuxiu showing a pained expression. The weak Li Yuxiu saw blood on the right side of Nie Xiaoyu's bulletproof vest and realized that she was also injured.
“Captain Nie, you should leave. Otherwise… otherwise, no one can leave…”
Li Yuxiu, while pressing on her abdominal wound, advised Nie Xiaoyu, knowing that she had no strength to walk any further.
Nie Xiaoyu also pressed on her injured right rib. Blood had already stained her inner clothes, as she had been hit by shrapnel from a grenade. Nie Xiaoyu had held on with her strong will until now, but her face was pale, and she hadn't recovered from her previous concussion. Now hit by shrapnel again, she had lost her strength for a moment.
“Go…”
But she still endured the pain and pulled Li Yuxiu up again. The two of them stumbled aimlessly through the forest…
“Who?”
Suddenly, Nie Xiaoyu’s eyes widened. She felt someone approaching from behind. She quickly pulled out her pistol and turned around…
“It’s me!” Wan Yunting said quickly.
Seeing that it was him, Nie Xiaoyu sighed with relief, and then weakly fell down with Li Yuxiu…
“Officer Nie…”
Wan Yunting’s face changed. He quickly went to support Nie Xiaoyu and discovered that she was injured on her right side. He asked nervously, “Officer Nie, cheer up. I’ll check your wound now…”
“Mm…”
Nie Xiaoyu, who had collapsed directly, allowed Wan Yunting to quickly pull off her bulletproof vest and lift her tight black t-shirt, revealing the wound hit by shrapnel. Wan Yunting checked and found that the wound was not deep. He then pressed several acupoints on Nie Xiaoyu to stop further bleeding…
At the same time, he opened the backpack of one of Torres's team members, a medic, and took out gauze to bandage Nie Xiaoyu’s wound. He said, “It's just a graze, no shrapnel inside. I'll bandage it for you first, just hold on…”
“Mm…”
Nie Xiaoyu furrowed her brows, gritted her teeth, and showed a hint of pain because Wan Yunting's movements were not light, and he had hurt her wound. But Nie Xiaoyu endured it without a sound…
“Done.”
After a quick bandage, Wan Yunting told her to tidy her clothes. He then turned to look at Li Yuxiu, who was lying beside him, her face pale and weak. Her injury seemed more serious than Nie Xiaoyu's. Wan Yunting ignored her and directly pulled at her clothes to look at the bullet hole on her left abdomen. Blood was still flowing out. He quickly sealed several acupoints to stop the wound from bleeding further, then carefully pressed on her wound…
“Ah…”
Li Yuxiu, whose consciousness was blurred, cried out in pain when he pressed on her, waking her up a bit from the pain…
“It’s okay, Sister Yuxiu. The bullet didn't hit any vital organs.”
Wan Yunting took out gauze and bandaged her simply to stop the bleeding. Fortunately, the bullet had not hit any important internal organs. He said, “Exercise to press on the wound. I'll treat you later…”
Li Yuxiu, her face pale, kept her brows furrowed in pain. She hummed and did as Wan Yunting said, using her internal energy to press on the wound. After the wound was bandaged, Wan Yunting tidied her clothes. Then he directly pulled Li Yuxiu up and looked at Nie Xiaoyu, who was resting nearby. He asked, “Officer Nie, can you still walk?”
“Mm…”
Nie Xiaoyu, having recovered some strength, struggled to her feet with Wan Yunting's support and helped carry the backpack. Wan Yunting also had two assault rifles hanging around his neck. He put his arms around Li Yuxiu and Nie Xiaoyu's waists and continued walking towards the northwest direction of the forest…