The islander walked out of the yard holding an assault rifle. He looked around and knew that while the men in the village had been rounded up or killed, the remaining women were still a threat. He had been attacked by one of them suddenly the day before yesterday, resulting in one death.
Therefore, this mercenary armed with the Molca Company remained highly cautious. The islander began patrolling the perimeter of the village with his rifle, not only being wary of the village women but also observing the surrounding environment to avoid attacks from other local armed groups.
However, the islander had no idea that behind a low earthen wall, Wan Yunting was crouching, hidden. With sharp eyes like a hunting tiger, he listened to the footsteps of the islander approaching.
Seeing no one around, the islander relaxed his guard. He grumbled in his native tongue about his captain, as he enjoyed war and had come to Mari Country specifically to be a mercenary.
Because he was Asian and not very tall, he was looked down upon and despised by the foreign mercenaries, who probably thought he was easy to bully.
Suddenly, the islander seemed to hear a noise and quickly turned around, raising his assault rifle.
But in the next moment, Wan Yunting pounced like a fierce tiger, tackling him to the ground. His movements were as fast as lightning, giving the islander no chance to react. Wan Yunting grabbed his head with both hands and twisted it violently.
"Crack!"
With the sound of bones breaking, the islander's eyes widened in terror, his head lolled to the side, and he lost all momentum.
Wan Yunting immediately snatched the assault rifle from his hand. He looked at the islander lying on the ground, twitching, but his body soon became still.
Wan Yunting glanced around and quickly dragged the body into the small courtyard. He then quickly stripped off the islander's clothes, put them on, and put on a hat and scarf to cover his face. After checking the assault rifle and confirming it was functional, he dragged the naked islander into an empty mud house.
Having done all this, Wan Yunting made an OK gesture towards the distant small hillside. The sniper hidden on the hillside had been observing Wan Yunting's every move. Upon seeing the gesture, he immediately reported, "Captain Qin, Doctor Wan has taken care of him!"
"Good, keep watching. If Doctor Wan is exposed, you'll go and assist him immediately," Qin Guowu said.
"Understood," the sniper replied, continuing to monitor Wan Yunting's actions.
Qin Guowu and Lu Xin also gathered their team members. If Wan Yunting were discovered, they could immediately rush to his aid.
"Hey, islander, hurry back."
A mercenary came out, saw Wan Yunting approaching, and waved, shouting.
Wan Yunting also waved back, knowing they had retrieved food and were preparing to return. He pulled the scarf on his face tighter to try and conceal his identity and then walked quickly over. He watched as these mercenaries loaded a lot of food onto the truck. Wan Yunting kept his head down, avoiding their gaze, and also got onto the truck.
The captain of this small team was, naturally, sitting in the lead military vehicle. With a shout, the two vehicles left the village and headed north towards their base.
"Captain Qin, Doctor Wan has boarded the truck and left!"
The sniper reported this after observing everything.
"Good, you continue to monitor the village."
Qin Guowu said, then turned to Lu Xin and said, "Contact Captain Luo at the base and report to him."
Lu Xin nodded and asked the communicator to contact the base command and report to Luo Guowei that Wan Yunting had infiltrated Morton's mercenary team and was returning to base.
Now, Qin Guowu and his team could only wait here for news from Wan Yunting.
At this moment, Wan Yunting was sitting in the back of the truck with six other people. Listening to their conversation, it seemed they were locals, and Wan Yunting naturally couldn't understand them.
Fortunately, these people paid no attention to Wan Yunting. They were eating and chatting, while Wan Yunting sat beside them, head down, observing them and calculating the route.
The village was about ten kilometers from the base. Soon, a small town made of earth and wood appeared ahead. This was a small town in the northern region of Mari Country, which had now been occupied by Morton's mercenary forces.
This small town was now the base of Morton's mercenary forces. It had originally been seized from a local armed group, so besides the elite team brought by Morton, they had also recruited over several hundred armed members.
Currently, there were over five hundred armed personnel in the town, along with several hundred town residents. These residents were controlled and made to work for Morton's mercenaries.
The town was not very large; the tallest building was only three stories high. At the entrance to the town, there were several high watchtowers with mercenaries observing everything around.
There were also several radar installations, clearly the high-precision radar equipment that had received Qin Guowu's signal last night.
When Wan Yunting's team returned from the village after collecting food, the entrance to the town was guarded by local armed personnel and commanded by Morton's elite mercenaries. Anyone suspicious would be apprehended.
Wan Yunting sat in the back of the truck with his head down. The team captain spoke a few words to the guards, and they were allowed to enter the town. Wan Yunting remained in the back of the truck, looking at the people in the town. Almost everyone was a local armed fighter with a firearm, or a mercenary wearing Molca Company uniforms. They were either gathered together drinking and playing cards or wandering the streets.
As the truck passed through the town's small square, twelve tanks, four helicopters, and dozens of military-modified off-road vehicles appeared. There were also piles of various weapons covered by tarps, guarded by a group of Morton's elite mercenaries.
It was evident that Morton's mercenary team was very well-equipped; ordinary armed groups could not compare to this elite mercenary force.
As the truck stopped, Wan Yunting knew he had arrived. He got off the truck and, along with the others, carried the food inside a building.
This place was like a large mess hall, where the mercenaries dined. Wan Yunting kept his head down and, carrying a barrel of food with someone, entered. It seemed no one inside noticed anything unusual about him!
This was because Morton recruited mercenaries from various countries, not just locals. Therefore, people of many nationalities could be seen here, and there were also a few Asian faces like Wan Yunting.
While carrying the barrel, Wan Yunting took the opportunity to slip away unnoticed. He walked down an alley, and even when he encountered a patrol of Morton's elite mercenaries, he met them calmly and greeted them in English.
The elite mercenaries in the patrol naturally didn't find anything unusual and waved and greeted him with a smile, completely unaware that Wan Yunting was any different.
Wan Yunting narrowed his sharp eyes, knowing that it was still very dangerous to scout outside in broad daylight. Therefore, he planned to wait until dark before going out to scout, find the base's command center, and inquire about the whereabouts of the captured Gu Yingbo.
So, Wan Yunting pushed open the iron door of a room and entered. He saw this simple house and, thinking it was empty, was about to move on when a woman in local attire appeared on the stairs. Wan Yunting immediately raised his gun towards her, startling the woman, who looked at him with fear and trepidation.
Sensing that the woman posed no danger, Wan Yunting lowered his gun, closed the door, and approached her. The woman looked at him with nervousness and fear, backing away up the stairs. Wan Yunting said in English, "Don't be nervous, I won't hurt you."
But the woman seemed not to understand English. She retreated to the second floor and sat down on the carpet. Wan Yunting glanced at the small living room on the second floor. It was decorated in a local style, with no appliances, only tables, cabinets, and some simple decorative items.
In this small building, there was only this local woman, who looked to be in her early twenties and was quite attractive. Then, in the next second, she began to undress.
"What are you doing?"
Wan Yunting was stunned by this and quickly stopped her from undressing further. The woman looked at him with confusion. Wasn't he here for that?
"No..."
Wan Yunting waved his hand, shaking his head to indicate that was not what he meant. He also understood that this woman was likely controlled by the mercenaries and used as a tool for their pleasure.
He estimated that this woman was a young girl from the surrounding local villages who had been captured and brought to the town.
The woman still looked at him doubtfully but understood what Wan Yunting meant. She then changed her clothes and sat nervously on the carpet, her head down, fidgeting with her fingers, looking panicked as if ready to be slaughtered.
Wan Yunting ignored her and first moved closer to the window to observe the situation outside. He had no equipment on him at the moment and couldn't contact Qin Guowu and the others, lest his unusual signal be detected by Morton's base.
However, Wan Yunting and Qin Guowu had analyzed everything before they came, so Wan Yunting could only stay there and wait for nightfall to go out and scout the base's situation.
"You, who are you?"
Suddenly, the woman spoke, using English.
Wan Yunting turned his head, looking at her in surprise. "You understand English?"
The woman looked at Wan Yunting nervously and shyly, then nodded. It turned out she could speak English.
This time, Wan Yunting sat on the carpet and looked the young woman up and down, asking, "Are you a local?"
The woman nodded and said, "Yes, I was captured."
Wan Yunting then asked, "How long have you been here?"
The woman replied, "Nine months."
Wan Yunting nodded and asked again, "So you know this base very well, right?"
This question made the woman look at him with confusion. She asked, "You, you're not one of them?"
Wan Yunting smiled and said, "Of course, I am. It's just that I'm new here and don't know the place very well."
Upon hearing that he was one of them, the woman lowered her head again and remained silent, looking nervous.
Earlier, when she saw that Wan Yunting was not there for that, the woman named Ram thought this Asian-faced man was not one of the mercenaries outside, which was why she had spoken in English.
"Can you tell me about this town?"
Wan Yunting took out a pack of chocolate and offered it to her, asking in a friendly tone.
Ram looked up, her timid and nervous eyes fixed on Wan Yunting. She still felt this man was different from the others. Looking at the chocolate, she couldn't resist opening it and taking a bite.
Since she had been captured and brought here, she had had to entertain several men every day. Especially in the beginning, Ram had broken down and wanted to commit suicide, but those people hadn't allowed her an easy death. Later, Ram had accepted reality and persevered.
Now, those who had tired of her rarely came to her. And the food Ram ate daily was leftovers from the mercenaries. She hadn't eaten chocolate in a long time.