This ti, Song Heping dared not linger and sprinted two kiloters straight away, finding a hole under a big tree by the river. He squatted by the entrance and imitated a couple of bird calls.
"Song!"
Morins crawled out from inside and, seeing the ghost-like figure of Song Heping in the darkness, excitedly reached out to grasp his arm.
"Sss—"
With that grip, Morins caused Song Heping to involuntarily inhale sharply from the pain.
"Let go of your claws, it hurts."
Morins was startled, "You're injured?"
"Never mind that, it's just a superficial wound," Song Heping said, "Listen to now, run north imdiately, go to the ELN camp. You should still be familiar with the jungle here, right? Don't get lost. I can't protect you any longer. Make your own way and find reinforcents, then co back for ."
"Brother, I can't just abandon you," Morins said with staunch loyalty, "If it weren't for you, I would have been dead long ago. Now in this situation, if I leave you here and run away by myself, would I still be human?"
Song Heping couldn't help but laugh.
Morins was truly not bad. He had a sense of loyalty and was a tough guy, but his individual combat skills were lacking. Although he had been a guerrilla in the jungle for so many years and was more than a match for the average governnt army, he was no match for the Green Berets, who were renowned as jungle warfare specialists.
Just now, even Song had nearly died at the hands of those Green Berets, let alone Morins.
The Green Berets only needed to kill Morins to consider their mission successful, and Song's current trip to South Arica would be deed a complete failure.
No matter what, Morins could not die.
Of course, if Song died, that would only an his own lack of skill and he couldn't bla anyone else.
For the money earned by literally licking blood off a knife's edge, one must have the courage to face death.
"Don't you get it? You're the key to this whole affair. If you die, everything is aningless, understand? I put a big bet on coming here to deal with you this ti. If you die, who the hell is going to buy my arms?! If you truly appreciate what I've done, after we both get out of this alive, you should buy more arms from , bring in more clients from around here. I don't mind dealing with drug traffickers or anything, as long as they don't drive down my prices!"
Song Heping wasn't desperately greedy for money to the point of discussing business at such a ti; rather, having already risked his life for this guy, it would be a sha not to have him buy more of his arms in the future and help him establish a foothold in South Arica.
"Brother, rest assured, as long as I live, I'll buy all my arms from you unless you're out of stock!"
Morins patted his chest, making a loud thud, almost as if he hated not being able to slice open his chest and show his heart to Song Heping right then and there.
"Enough chit-chat, get moving. Do as I told you, the faster you find people to co back for , the safer I'll be. If you stay here, I can hardly guarantee you won't die, and then I'll have to look out for you, and might end up risking my own life too! It's not worth it!"
Song Heping's words struck ho.
If he wanted to run, he would have done so long ago.
Now that the Green Berets were on to them, only one could escape, and Song decided to let Morins be the one.
"Okay!"
Morins was not the hesitant kind, already clear on the pros and cons of the situation.
With Song Heping putting it that way, he had no choice but to comply.
"Don't worry, I'll run back and call for help as fast as I can. Trust my n; they're probably organizing to move into the mountains to look for right now. I'll head north and then west. I should be able to et up with them. I know which route they prefer to take."
Having said that, Morins stood up to leave.
After taking a few steps, he looked back at Song Heping.
Song Heping could only wave his hand at him, shooing him away like a duck, "Get lost! Those Aricans will catch up soon!"
Only then did Morins grit his teeth and vanish into the darkness.
Song Heping looked around, then broke a branch off a nearby plant.
Then he ran a few steps south and broke off another plant stem.
He was deliberately leaving clues.
He wanted the Green Berets to track him down.
These guys were actually pretty annoying. Although he had killed a few of them, they had managed to stick to him.
He couldn't shake them off just by running.
It seed he had to lead them on while wearing them down to see who would run out of stamina first, who would make the first mistake.
Whoever erred would die.
With the intent to kill rising within him, Song Heping's unyielding demon inside surged to the forefront again.
He wasn't fearful at all; on the contrary, he was exhilarated. He no longer saw this confrontation as a battle but as an extre ga of killing.
The top Special Soldiers all have this nature; when imrsed in a killing field, the primal instincts sedinted in their blood start to roil.
The sll of blood isn't frightening, but exhilarating.
In the past, Song Heping had had several encounters with the US Special Forces, including the top-tier squad "Watcher."
This ti it was the Green Berets, the kings of jungle warfare.
The more elite the prey, the more it aroused the killer's interest in Song Heping.
He decided to wipe them out entirely.
There were eight of them in total. He had already killed four.
That ant there were only four left.
Moreover, Song Heping deduced from his observations that two of them always lagged behind, clearly injured.
To break down a team, one had to start with their weakest link, just as predators on the plain always target the smallest and weakest when hunting a group, greatly increasing the odds of success.
Attacking the two lagging behind was undoubtedly the best choice, but it was currently difficult to circle around to their rear while they were trailing his scent. He needed to find the right spot and the opportunity to slow down the first two, then look for a chance to circle behind the opposition.
Since they had managed to lure him with one of their own as bait, allowing another to attack from behind, he could employ the sa tactic against them, giving them a taste of their dicine with a sudden stab in the back.
However, he was now facing a problem: his ammunition was running low, with only the last two hand grenades left, and he had lost his pistol during the close-quarters fight with Roger.
He quickly checked his ammunition and found only one full magazine left, with no new magazines on his tactical vest.
In other words, only 30 bullets remained.
Such a limited amount of ammunition would hardly be enough to take down four opponents.
He suddenly regretted not asking Morins for so ammo; the two had been too busy chatting and had completely forgotten about it!
What a pain!
A flash of insight crossed his mind.
Song Heping suddenly rembered that four of the enemy had been killed, which ant there were four bodies.
They wouldn't possibly carry the bodies while advancing, as they had been in hot pursuit, so they must have left the bodies where they fell, planning to deal with them after completing their mission.
They wouldn't likely take the weapons and gear from the bodies, maybe so, but not all; they certainly wouldn't take the guns.
After all, in the jungle, nobody wants to carry an extra assault rifle on their person, nor does anyone think having an abundance of items like hand grenades is beneficial. Every extra bit of weight drains more of their energy, a clearly unwise choice.
Bodies...
Heh.
That's an ammunition depot right there.
Dawn was gradually breaking. Song Heping looked at his watch.
The ti was a quarter past five in the morning.
Although the light was still dim in the jungle, it was no longer pitch-black as before.
He removed his night vision goggles and packed them away, then took out a map and quickly identified a location.
It was a river bend corner. On both sides were steep hills, and to pass through, one had to cross a chaotic stone beach about three ters wide, with its rugged rocks.
This was an ideal spot for an ambush.
If the enemy dared to pursue, he would make sure at least one of them died there.
anwhile, as Song Heping headed for Chaotic Stone Beach, Colonel Jas was already standing in front of Roger's body.
The ground was covered in blood.
And there was Roger's pale face.
For a mont, Colonel Jas had thought about giving up the chase after Song Heping.
But in the next second, he was overwheld by his own rage.
If he couldn't capture Song Heping today, he was afraid he would lose his face as a colonel in this jungle.
How would Colombia view him?
How would his superiors view him?
Would the Special Operations Command send him to face a military court's inquiry?
All of these were concerns.
At this point, Colonel Jas was like a mad bull stuck in a quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper, unable to extricate himself.
"Colonel... That guy's a jungle warfare expert. I suspect he's from a top-tier Special Forces unit. Otherwise, he couldn't be so formidable, absolutely expert level..."
Franklin gave a chilling assessnt after examining Roger's body.
His gaze fell on a Glock 17 Pistol, and he stepped forward, picking it up and carefully examining it.
There were bloodstains on the grip.
Franklin took out a cotton ball, dabbed it in the blood, and then sealed it in a bag, stuffing it into his tactical pack.
Afterward, he looked at Colonel Jas.
"I've found his blood sample. We can create a file for this man and put it in the database for comparison after we return, Colonel... Revenge is not urgent at this mont..."
His advice did not cool Jas down.
"Franklin, are you scared?"
Franklin swallowed hard; he really wanted to say he was scared.
Because facing an opponent of this caliber in the jungle, there was little confidence in tracking and killing the adversary.
But to admit that he was "scared" would not sit well with his pride as a professional soldier.
"No... Colonel, if you insist on continuing, I will obey the orders."
"Good," Colonel Jas said emotionlessly, his tone as rigid as cast iron, "then we continue."
With that, he picked up his gun and moved forward.
Franklin looked to Lucas and Sonny, both of whom wore numb expressions.
"Sigh..."
In the end, Franklin got up and followed Colonel Jas.
The team of four pressed on, but their morale was far from the earlier high spirits and lacked their previous confidence.
Looking at the vague shapes of the jungle in the distance, they all felt as if it were a gaping maw ready to swallow lives, with an unknown fear festering in their hearts.
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