Watching Gaspare bend his second finger and finally clench his fist, Jack cursed inwardly, shoved the machete into Captain Torrance's hand, locked the safety on his rifle, and rushed out.
In the stairwell were three n — carrying a naked female corpse down the stairs.
The corridor was narrow, even narrower than the stairwell, so Jack could only follow behind Gaspare, watching him reach the top of the stairs, swing his thick arm, and smash the nearest man down.
The three were carrying the corpse in a specific position: one in front, holding the woman's long hair and supporting her back; two behind, and one holding her foot.
When Gaspare rushed out, the first man was already halfway down the stairs from the second floor to the first floor, while the other two were just about to descend.
Gaspare elbowed one man to the ground, showing no sign of stopping, and grabbed another man by the neck, shoving him into the other end of the corridor.
As Jack rushed forward, the third man, halfway down the stairs, had just reacted and was frantically reaching for his knife.
The third man on the stairs instinctively looked up, only to see a figure leaping down. A sharp pain shot through his chest, and then he knew nothing more.
Jack didn't choose to fire; instead, he leaped high from the bottom of the stairs, raised his right knee, and used the montum of his descent to slam it into the man's chest.
The man below couldn't withstand the imnse impact of Jack's weight, combined with gravity.
The instant Jack's knee struck his chest, his ribs shattered. When Jack stood up again, the man he had used as a human cushion was already beyond dead.
Carefully bypassing the female corpse, Jack returned to the second floor, where he saw Gaspare straddling the man he had pushed into the corridor, punching him rcilessly, muttering incoherent curses, even with a hint of crying in his voice.
Captain Torrance stood helplessly in front of the first man who had been knocked unconscious, holding a machete, unsure of what to do.
"Stand here, keep an eye on him." Jack picked up his assault rifle and went upstairs alone to search.
The third floor had been modified; all six rooms had iron doors installed, and four of them contained young, naked girls.
The four girls were covered in wounds; three of them were unconscious on the floor, completely unaware of Jack's arrival, while only one seed sowhat conscious, but upon seeing the stranger, she shrank into a corner in fear.
Jack tried to communicate with her, but she seed to only speak the local language, so he had to give up and continue searching on the fourth floor.
The fourth floor had also been modified; the original hall now contained a large bed, tripods were placed around it at various angles, and there were even so professional lighting equipnt.
Confirming that no one had escaped, Jack ripped the sheets off the bed and took a few relatively intact items from a pile of clothes in the corner, then went downstairs with a grim face.
Back on the third floor, he threw the clothes into the rooms one by one, but instead of imdiately looking for the keys to open the doors for the girls, he continued down to the second floor.
When he reached the second floor, the first man who had been knocked unconscious had woken up and was kneeling on the ground, pleading desperately in an unintelligible dialect to the still sowhat bewildered Captain Torrance.
Gaspare sat slumped in the other hallway, his eyes lifeless, with a mangled corpse lying beside him.
Jack appeared behind the man and, without warning, smashed the butt of his rifle into the back of his head. He then lunged forward and stomped on the man's neck, snapping it. Captain Torrance, standing nearby, shuddered at Jack's brutality and took two steps back.
"Let's go upstairs and take a look."
Jack wasn't in the mood for further explanation. He forcibly pulled Gaspare, whose face was covered in tears and blood, from the ground, then covered the naked female corpse with a sheet and asked him to help carry the body downstairs.
The heavy rain outside had subsided into a light drizzle. The two placed the body under a tree, and Jack told Gaspare to go and notify the others hiding in the woods.
He then found a shovel and silently began digging a hole under the tree, shovel after shovel, as if trying to calm himself down. He knew he should let the emotions affect him at a ti like this. But the scene upstairs still played in his mind. He didn't mind them killing others, after all, they are a terrorist organization for Christ sake, he didn't believe their hands or even his hands were clean. But keeping the woman like caged animals to satisfy their lust made him lose his calm.
Rainstorms in the rainforest usually don't last long. As the hole under the tree grew larger and deeper, the sun reappeared.
The temperature cooled down a bit, and a rainbow appeared in the sky under the sunlight.
At so point, Gaspare, Captain Torrance, and the co-pilot joined in. The four n didn't say a word and quickly dug a grave more than three ters deep.
They placed the unknown girl in the grave and slowly filled it back in with soil. Soon, a small mound appeared under the tree.
Jack casually tossed aside the shovel in his hand, completely ignoring the muddy ground, found a rock, and plopped down on it, staring blankly at the rainbow in the sky.
"Want one?" Captain Torrance pulled out a pack of slim cigars from sowhere and handed it to him.
"Huh? Thank you but I am trying to stop smoking." Jack was slightly taken aback, but rejected.
"JJ is trying to comfort those girls. They were all abducted from a girls' school. The religion here doesn't allow won to study, so these girls are considered guilty." Captain Torrance spoke as if recounting a story, but also as if talking to himself.
"But what these bastards are doing is hardly in line with their beliefs."
Jack stood still, not replying. He had heard too many stories like this in his past life.
He had heard about Chingchong foot binding, at that ti he thought those people were idiots, but now he thought differently, he saw it as cage for the won, to remind them that the n still control them.
"I'm sorry, I lost control earlier," Gaspare said, his emotions returning to normal.
"The mont I rushed in, I felt like they were carrying my sister. Fifteen years ago, she was about this age."
Jack patted his shoulder, indicating that there was no need to continue. So things didn't need to be reopened, to expose the bloody wound.
"Let's go, start the generator, call for help as soon as possible. I don't want to stay in this place for another minute."
[A/n: This one was a little funny at the start. you see, I have observed MC or OG author ntioning the height of the terrorists being shorter than him (And this is done many tis). Like bro, you were also Asian in previous life, YOU WERE SHORT. It's a fact.
The hypocrisy of not liking A*rica or any other country but still want to have their build.]
[A/n: Damn, went from funny to tragic real fast.]
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