MMB Chapter 1478 The Bloodstained Glory of the Son of the Jungle Reappears
Chapter 1478 The Bloodstained Glory of the Son of the Jungle Reappears
Chen Jun's eyes instantly turned icy cold. The moment Lao Wen opened fire, it was like lighting a bonfire in the dark, completely revealing their position and disrupting his stealthy hunting rhythm.
This "sinkhole" is a constant reminder of just how terrible it is!
"They really know how to pick their timing!" Chen Jun cursed inwardly, knowing that hiding any longer was pointless. Rather than letting Lao Wen be exposed to the enemy's crossfire and wait to die, it was better to take the initiative, draw most of the fire, at least relieve the pressure on Lao Wen's side, and incidentally... clear the area!
Without further hesitation, he suddenly emerged from behind the ancient tree where he was hiding, aimed his silenced submachine gun at several sources of fire in the woods that were concentrating their fire toward Lao Wen, and decisively pulled the trigger!
“Da da da da—!”
Rapid gunfire erupted in the forest, bullets spraying out, accurately taking down two enemies who were about to throw grenades, while also temporarily suppressing the firepower of several other enemies.
However, by opening fire, his own position was completely exposed!
"Target spotted! RPG! Target is at ten o'clock, next to that big tree!" From deep within the forest, a deliberately lowered voice, filled with urgency and excitement, rang out through the communicator.
Chen Jun's heart skipped a beat. Almost the instant he heard the word "RPG," his body reacted instinctively! He didn't choose to fall to the side—that would still be within the rocket's kill range—but instead rolled as fast as he could behind the nearest thick tree trunk that would require two people to hug!
"boom--!!!"
Just as his body rolled into the tree trunk, a rocket trailing a deadly orange flame, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, struck precisely the spot where he had just fired!
A deafening explosion rang out! A blast of scorching heat, carrying dirt, rubble, broken branches, and shrapnel, erupted in a fan-shaped arc, violently impacting all directions! The tree where Chen Jun was hiding shook violently; its bark, charred by the intense heat, crumbled and fell away. A large, charred crater remained at the epicenter of the explosion, and several nearby saplings were snapped in half or blown away!
After the blast wave subsided, smoke filled the air.
In the direction from which the rockets were launched, three mercenaries were crouching behind a relatively open small embankment. One of them had a smoking launcher on his shoulder, another was quickly loading a second rocket, and the third was on guard with a gun, his face contorted with ferocity and the excitement of impending success.
However, their excitement lasted for less than two seconds!
Amidst the billowing smoke, a figure emerged with incredible speed, like a ghost returned from hell! It was Chen Jun! He was unharmed, though covered in mud and fallen leaves, and his eyes were even colder and sharper than before!
His hawk-like gaze instantly locked onto the three people behind the earthen mound!
Without a scope, without deliberately pausing, it was all based on feeling and extraordinary muscle memory!
"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"
The silenced submachine gun in his hand spat out deadly fire once more! Two short bursts, incredibly accurate!
The mercenary carrying the launcher was shot in the head and collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound. The loader's chest exploded with blood, and the rocket in his hand clattered to the ground. The alert mercenary barely had time to turn his gun around before a bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows, and he fell backward.
All three died instantly!
Without even glancing at the body, Chen Jun quickly changed a magazine and disappeared back into the nearby bushes and smoke.
"He's not dead! He's on the left! Quick! Surround him!" Frustrated shouts and chaotic footsteps echoed through the woods.
More enemies, drawn by the explosions and gunfire, converged from all directions on the spot where Chen Jun had last disappeared. Gunfire erupted again, bullets spraying like water over the suspicious bushes and tree trunks.
However, when the seven or eight mercenaries carefully surrounded the spot where Chen Jun had just sniped the rocket launcher team, apart from three still warm corpses and shell casings scattered all over the ground, there was no trace of the target.
"Damn it! Vanished again!" A mercenary leader with a scar on his face cursed under his breath, a barely perceptible flicker of fear in his eyes. How long had it been? Less than thirty seconds since the rocket exploded! Not only had the target dodged the fatal blow, but he had also killed three of them, and then vanished into thin air!
"Boss...who...who are we facing?" A younger mercenary's voice trembled as he looked at his comrade's gruesome body on the ground, then at the deep, unfathomable jungle that seemed to conceal countless deadly dangers. His hand gripping his gun shook slightly. "We've already lost more than ten brothers...we can't even catch a glimpse of him..."
"Shut the fuck up!" The scarred leader interrupted him viciously, his facial muscles twitching with a mixture of anger and suppressed fear. "Half the money's already in the account! It's too late to regret it now! It's either him or us all! Get yourselves together! Spread out! Keep your distance! Cover each other! No matter how strong he is, he's only one person! Find him! Wear him down!"
He had barely finished speaking when he was about to wave his hand to order his men to disperse and search—
"boom!"
A gunshot, distinct from the others, was much deeper and more muffled, seemingly coming from the side at close range!
The scarred leader's voice abruptly stopped, his fierce expression freezing instantly, his eyes widening in shock. His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but a cloud of blood suddenly burst from his mouth! A large-caliber bullet fired from the side had pierced his mouth, carrying broken teeth and bone fragments, exiting from the back of his head and blowing off a large chunk of his skull!
He didn't even have time to let out a scream before his massive body swayed and crashed to the ground, his blood and brains quickly staining the fallen leaves beneath him.
"Right! On the right! He killed the captain!" The remaining mercenaries screamed in terror, their guns snapping towards the dense forest on the right, unleashing a hail of bullets that sent branches and leaves flying and wood chips scattering from tree trunks.
However, apart from the noise and smoke they themselves created, the place was deserted. Chen Jun had already moved to another location like a ghost.
In this dense jungle, which he knew as well as his own backyard, Chen Jun seemed to have transformed into a true "son of the jungle." He was covered in blood, but it was all the blood of his enemies. Rapid movement, infiltration, observation, locking on, a single, decisive strike, instant teleportation... he executed this process with effortless grace, as if it were etched into his very bones.
In a daze, he seemed to return to many years ago, when he was still a new recruit on the border, and the scene of his first order to cross the border jungle to hunt down armed drug traffickers. At that time, it was just as tense and dangerous, but his blood was burning, and a primitive and pure killing spirit belonging to a tough soldier surged in his chest.
That long-lost, exhilarating spirit of blood-soaked jungles and hunting down powerful enemies seems to have returned!
Chen Jun crouched low, moving silently among the bushes and rocks like the most nimble lynx. Every now and then he would suddenly stand up, fire a precise short burst in the direction he sensed enemies gathering or moving, and then immediately crouch down and move on.
"Seventeen...sixteen...fifteen..." He silently counted the remaining enemies in his mind, his eyes frighteningly calm.
Soon, he sensed some changes.
“These guys… they’ve gotten smarter.” Chen Jun, hidden behind a thicket of ferns, narrowed his eyes slightly. In his “hacker space” perception, the remaining enemies were no longer spreading out to search as before, but had begun to consciously move closer together, forming small defensive circles in groups of three or five, back to back, moving slowly and cautiously. They had abandoned active searching and dispersed pursuit, instead adopting a conservative strategy of holding their ground and waiting for reinforcements (if reinforcements were still available) or at least preventing another sneak attack.
"They've grouped together...it'll be harder to hunt them down." Chen Jun licked his slightly chapped lips. The enemy's grouping up meant that his previous guerrilla tactics of appearing and disappearing unpredictably and picking them off one by one were far less effective. Forcibly attacking a small group would likely immediately attract fire from other groups.
As time ticked by, Chen Jun seized upon two brief gaps and blind spots in the enemy squad's movements, launching a lightning-fast surprise attack and eliminating five more isolated or slow-reacting enemies.
The remaining twelve mercenaries huddled together in a tight circle, their backs against a relatively open, rocky area, warily watching the surrounding jungle. They dared not disperse or launch another attack, but instead held fast to this easily defensible terrain, their guns pointed in all directions.
Chen Jun lost his chance to launch another sneak attack. He lay in ambush in a large tree about fifty meters away from the rocky beach, the dense foliage perfectly concealing his figure. Through the gaps in the branches, he could clearly see the twelve mercenaries, who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, their foreheads sweating with tension.
A direct assault? The enemy has the advantage of terrain, still outnumbers them, and has concentrated firepower. A direct assault would be too costly, and the situation on Wen Jiabao's side is unclear, so it's not advisable to drag this out.
Just as Chen Jun was quickly weighing his next course of action, considering whether to use explosives or create greater chaos to break the deadlock—
A voice, amplified by a loudspeaker but still revealing tension and a deliberate attempt to remain calm, suddenly rang out from the mercenary formation amidst the rocks. It was spoken in somewhat broken but fairly fluent Chinese:
"General Chen! We know it's you! Please cease fire!"
The sound echoed in the now-silent mountain forest.
"This time...this time we admit defeat! We'll leave immediately! Let's pretend...let's pretend nothing happened today! How about it? Let's leave each other alone!"
Up in the tree, Chen Jun narrowed his eyes, and the chilling killing intent in his narrow slits almost solidified and overflowed.
Okay.
These mercenaries, who were paid to risk their lives, actually knew that he was General Chen.
It seems the information provided by the Abyss Organization is quite detailed. But will I compromise?