In the pitch-black primeval tropical jungle, all sorts of nocturnal animals emerged to forage, their chaotic calls echoing incessantly through the jungle, as if conversing across a distance, showcasing nature's voice.
However, within the jungle, over a dozen beams of light darted through the trees, startling the jungle's nocturnal inhabitants into a frenzy of cries and panicked scurrying, creating quite a commotion.
Pizarro, equipped with night vision goggles and holding an assault rifle, led his team forward in a defensive formation, his senses on alert for the surrounding dark jungle and undergrowth...
"Ah!"
A team member accidentally got bitten on the neck by a spider and was urgently evacuated...
Consequently, only twenty-eight members remained with Pizarro. Facing this primal jungle environment, they were more vigilant than if confronting a terrifying enemy.
"Boss, we've been walking for so long, why don't we rest for a bit?" a team member behind Pizarro said.
The sweltering jungle left them all drenched in sweat. Coupled with their non-stop march, they were also fatigued. Moreover, some team members didn't fully grasp the true terror of their adversary, so they inwardly disdained the Chinese man Pizarro spoke of.
Santoso, Pizarro's trusted subordinate, also chimed in, "According to the tracks, that Chinese man should be with an injured teammate. They shouldn't have gotten far, possibly nearby."
Pizarro nodded, lowering his rifle, and turned to his team behind him, saying, "Ten minutes of rest."
Upon hearing that they could rest, the team members immediately became excited, finding places to sit down and recuperate, replenishing their food and water. They also complained about how stuffy and humid the jungle was at night, making them uncomfortable...
"Everyone be alert. That Chinese man is very likely nearby. Don't let your guard down."
Pizarro still reminded his lazy and careless team members, then instructed Santoso and a few others to scout the surrounding woods, lest the Chinese man truly used the cover of night to ambush them from the dark jungle.
"Boss, I don't believe one Chinese man can be as formidable as you say!"
It was the same team member who looked down on Chinese people. His name was Alex, an arrogant Frenchman, who mocked as he ate biscuits, "Also, China claiming to be a forbidden zone for us mercenaries is truly ridiculous."
"Haha..."
The other team members also began to laugh. Alex said to Pizarro with a laugh, "Those Chinese troops haven't encountered us, otherwise, they wouldn't say such a..."
*Bang!*
A gunshot broke the night and interrupted Alex's words. A bullet pierced his forehead, splattering blood and brain matter, covering the team member sitting to his rear-side.
"It's bad, he's here!"
Pizarro reacted instantly. The team members, seeing Alex shot in the head, quickly followed suit, raising their rifles and aiming in the direction of the gunshot and trajectory...
*Bang bang bang...*
The result was Wan YunTing, hidden in a tree in the distance. His peculiar eyes allowed him to see through the darkness. He aimed his rifle at the group in the distance and unleashed a barrage of fire, catching Pizarro's arrogant team members off guard and taking down several of them before they could even react.
However, the team members quickly recovered, raising their rifles and rolling to take cover behind trees and bushes. One member shouted, "Twelve o'clock, counter-attack!"
Instantly, the lights on all the team members' rifles illuminated the twelve o'clock direction. A tree not far away, due to the muzzle flash from Wan YunTing's shots, served as a guide like a firefly in the dark jungle. Pizarro's team members opened fire, bullets striking the large tree trunk and sweeping upwards, creating a flurry of bullet holes and splinters...
Wan YunTing, his position revealed, immediately hugged his rifle and spun around, leaping out and disappearing from Pizarro's sight. The jungle was too dense, and even with night vision goggles, Pizarro and his team found it difficult to track Wan YunTing's movements.
Besides the environmental factors, the most significant reason was Wan YunTing's incredibly fast reaction speed. His agile movements were like those of a swift tiger in the jungle, appearing and disappearing without a trace. He vanished from the twelve o'clock direction, and in the next second, he was already behind a tree in the two o'clock direction, assault rifle in hand, aiming at a foolishly distracted team member still looking towards twelve o'clock...
*Bang!*
The team member fell. Everyone immediately looked towards the two o'clock direction, searching for the enemy's silhouette...
The real hunt had begun!
Wan YunTing continuously changed his position, utilizing the jungle terrain and his superhuman agility, along with his eyes that could penetrate the darkness. Like a mighty tiger, he began to hunt in the pitch-black jungle. Every gunshot meant a fallen team member, filling Pizarro with rage and a sense of fear he had never experienced before.
For people like Pizarro, who had experienced various fierce firefights all over the world, the enemies they faced on the battlefield were incredibly powerful, but they were ultimately within their known parameters, not instilling such profound fear.
But at this moment, facing this elusive Chinese man, like a lone wolf on the hunt, Pizarro felt an unprecedented dread.
*Bang bang bang...*
Gunshots continued to echo through the dark jungle, yet team members beside him kept falling. Pizarro, wearing night vision goggles, couldn't pinpoint the Chinese man's location. He was like a phantom in the night; even if he saw his silhouette, it was fleeting, reappearing elsewhere...
"A ghost, is he a ghost?"
Santoso, following Pizarro, was panicked and fearful, his assault rifle's muzzle unsure where to aim, as they couldn't track Wan YunTing's movements or position. Often, after hearing his gunshot, one of their team members would fall, and they would wildly fire in the direction of the shot, but never hit the Chinese man.
"Retreat, retreat quickly..."
Facing this situation, Pizarro shouted immediately, waving for the surviving team members to retreat back the way they came.
The scene was too chaotic; it was a one-sided slaughter. Wan YunTing would appear like a ghost at any moment and kill you with a single shot.
In less than five minutes of engagement, out of Pizarro's original twenty-eight members, only ten remained, retreating in a panicked flight, firing behind them into the dark jungle, as they always felt that ghost was hidden within.
But they didn't know that after emptying his assault rifle, Wan YunTing had taken out a pistol, equipment he had picked up from Torres earlier.
At this moment, he leaped onto a tree and, like a monkey, began to jump and pursue Pizarro and his team through the canopy, his pistol firing incessantly. The retreating team members also fell one by one...
"Damn it, he's in the trees..."
The retreating team members also noticed the sound of the ghost behind them coming from the trees. Watching their rear-guard team members fall one after another, Pizarro and Santoso's faces were filled with panic and fear. They didn't want to linger for a moment and accelerated their escape.
Although Pizarro had always emphasized Wan YunTing's prowess, facing him again, compared to their previous encounter in Mexico, made Pizarro's understanding of fear reach a new level.
This fear was born of helplessness, as the two were no longer on the same plane. Pizarro and his team's abilities were ultimately within the realm of ordinary human understanding, whereas Wan YunTing had transcended mortal limits.
Pizarro, with Santoso and the others, ran while firing at the dark trees behind them. Through their night vision goggles, they saw a nimble, agile monkey leaping and firing from the trees, not even giving them a chance to anticipate his moves.
*Bang bang...!*
One shot, one kill. Within three minutes, the team members following Pizarro fell one by one, leaving only him and Santoso.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, Pizarro halted. Santoso, following him, also stopped, turning with incomprehensible confusion to look at Pizarro. He saw Pizarro wearing a look of release, then slowly turned to face the dark jungle and shouted in English, "We underestimated you. Show yourself, let's talk?"
Beside him, Santoso nervously aimed his rifle at the dark jungle ahead. Pizarro then grabbed his hand and pushed his gun down. He also pushed up his night vision goggles and looked with his naked eyes into the dark jungle, where visibility was less than two meters. He called out, "You can kill me, but can you let..."
*Bang!*
A gunshot terminated Pizarro's speech. A bullet hole appeared on his forehead, and his helmet was blown open at the back, his brains and blood splattering out. His wide, unseeing eyes remained open, and his last words were never uttered as he fell stiffly.
"Damn it..."
Santoso, seeing this, angrily raised his rifle and sprayed the dark forest in front of him, but he couldn't see where the damned Chinese man was.
*Bang!*
Another shot ended Santoso's life. The assault rifle that fell to the ground had its flashlight on. Wan YunTing's footsteps slowly emerged from the undergrowth. The light fell on his face, revealing only a cold expression.
For these drug trafficking organizations, Wan YunTing felt no need to speak to them, so killing the two of them was swift and decisive.
After confirming no one was within several hundred meters, Wan YunTing began searching Pizarro's body for items like a satellite phone, firearms, ammunition, and so on.
Meanwhile, Nie Xiaoyu, her expression taut, scanned the direction of the continuous gunshots with wide, vigilant eyes. Li Yuxiu beside her was equally tense, knowing Wan YunTing was engaged with those people.
Until the sounds gradually ceased, a brief silence fell over the entire dark jungle, devoid of any nocturnal animal calls.
This silence was unprecedented in this primeval tropical jungle.