novelweb Chapter 1479 Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!
Chapter 1479 Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!
"Let you go?"
Before the thought could even fully form in Chen Jun's mind, it was crushed by a cold and resolute killing intent.
Compromise? In his principles, there was never such an option with an enemy who had bared their fangs and was genuinely trying to take his life. To be merciful to the enemy was to be cruel to one's own and one's comrades' future. This was an ironclad rule forged in countless blood and fire.
His gaze, sharp as a knife, swept swiftly across the ravaged battlefield. Broken shell casings, fallen vegetation, and... not far away, beside several militant corpses, scattered ammunition boxes, and a dark green RPG-7 rocket launcher, lying quietly beside a mutilated body, its launch tube gleaming coldly in the dim light.
A chilling smile curled at the corners of Chen Jun's mouth.
very good.
This is a "return gift" perfectly tailored for this moment.
What are the principles of the Yan Kingdom's soldiers? An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth! Our ancestors long ago made this clear: If the enemy can go, so can we! Whatever treatment you receive, I will repay in kind! That's what fairness and symmetry are all about!
He was chased and bombarded by this thing twice, narrowly escaping death. If he didn't go through with this "reciprocity," he would feel he was letting down his military uniform and the fighting spirit ingrained in his bones!
Without hesitation, and not even bothering to listen to the now pale and ridiculous shouts echoing from the jungle, he leaped from his hiding place with the swiftness of a cheetah landing, reaching the corpse in a few strides. He bent down, reached out, grasped the cold handle and launch tube of the rocket launcher, and scooped it up with a mighty pull. It felt heavy in his hand, carrying the scent of gunpowder and death.
He didn't bother looking for the best firing position at all. He simply, directly, roughly, and even somewhat arrogantly, checked the condition of the rocket with one hand, confirmed that the fuse was intact, and then, with a "click," neatly inserted the bulky rocket into the front of the launch tube, completing the assembly.
Then, he made a move that made the hearts of those watching in the jungle stop—he directly slung the loaded rocket launcher over his broad right shoulder! His left hand firmly gripped the foregrip, his right hand was on the trigger guard, his body slightly turned, and his sharp eyes, through the simple iron sights, locked onto the approximate area where the shouts had come from and where the militants had last gathered.
And so, carrying this single heavy weapon that symbolized death and destruction, he began to stride forward.
It's not stealth, it's not detour.
He walked with an air of nonchalance and swagger, step by step, over the scorched earth and broken branches, straight towards the dark jungle where the enemy lurked! Each step was steady and powerful, as if he weren't heading for a life-or-death battle, but rather surveying his own territory. The murderous aura emanating from him, combined with the visual oppressive force of the rocket launcher, formed a suffocating wave that surged forward.
The shouts from the jungle paused eerily the moment he began to take a step.
The person who shouted the message seemed to be stunned by his completely illogical and almost insane counterattack.
"...This is a misunderstanding! We can call it even! Let us go! I swear, from now on, our Skeleton Legion will never take on any mission involving you! We can talk..."
The call rang out again, faster and more urgent, with even a hint of pleading. The conditions seemed to have been "upgraded."
But Chen Jun's steps did not falter in the slightest, his cold smile as unyielding as ice. Negotiations? Misunderstandings? To wipe the slate clean? The moment you pulled the trigger, the rocket streaking towards me, all talk and misunderstandings were burned to ashes by the explosion. On the battlefield, there is only life and death, victory and defeat; there is no middle ground.
His pace was steady, and the distance was getting shorter.
Finally, when his figure was fully exposed in the relatively open area at the edge of the jungle, and when the rocket launcher slung over his shoulder, its target clearly pointed, was illuminated with crystal clarity by the light filtering through the gaps in the trees—
In the jungle, silence fell instantly.
All the shouts, all the explanations, all the wishful thinking were silenced at that moment by the dark, gaping launch port.
The deathly silence lasted for less than a second.
"...RPG——!!!"
A scream, distorted and filled with extreme terror, suddenly erupted from the depths of the forest!
Almost at the same instant that scream rang out!
Chen Jun pulled the trigger.
"Whoosh—Boom—!!"
The familiar, chilling shriek tore through the air once more! But this time, the launch direction was completely opposite! The rocket, trailing a fiery, dazzling orange-red trail of flame, plunged into the dark jungle at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow!
"Boom——!!!"
The deafening explosion shook the entire forest! A ball of orange-red fire, mixed with flames, thick smoke, and debris, expanded among the trees. The shockwave snapped or tore the surrounding trees in half, sending branches flying. Soil, limbs, and weapon parts were thrown high into the air and then fell down.
"Ugh—!" "My leg—!" "Hide! Quick..."
The piercing screams and chaotic shouts were drowned out by the aftershocks of the explosion.
Chen Jun didn't even bother to confirm the result of the shot. Before the recoil of the rocket had completely dissipated, he casually tossed the scalding hot launch tube to the ground and lunged forward like a cheetah poised for battle! At the same time, as if by magic, his hands had already drawn large-caliber pistols and were firing them with both hands!
“Da da da da da——!!!”
The dense and precise bursts of fire instantly replaced the brief silence after the explosion, becoming the new main theme of the battlefield! Bullets rained down on any suspicious movement or shadow around the blast site, as well as those figures who had been lucky enough to escape the direct blast and were struggling to get up or flee.
He continued to advance with great strides while firing fiercely! His steps remained steady, even carrying a cold rhythm.
The muzzle flash illuminated his sharply defined, expressionless profile. Smoke and dust began to rise, blurring his vision.
But this seemed to have no effect on him. The heartsbeats, breaths, subtle muscle tensions, and fearful tremors of the enemies hiding behind the smoke and dust, among the wreckage, and even those trying to feign death, were as clearly visible as candlelight in the darkness. Every bullet he fired seemed to have eyes, heading straight for these "candlelights."
The magazine was emptied quickly.
"Click! Click!"
The crisp sound of an empty slot machine went off.
Chen Jun didn't pause at all, not even to change the magazine—in this kind of close-quarters mopping-up operation, speed is everything.
He released his grip, letting the two empty-handed firearms fall to the ground. As he sprinted forward, he smoothly slid to the side, his right hand reaching to his waist. When he raised it again, a more streamlined pistol with a silencer was already in his hand, the muzzle spitting out faint flashes of light.
"Puff puff!"
After a few muffled thuds, the last two militants who tried to climb out of the pit on the side to launch a sneak attack had blood burst from their foreheads and collapsed silently.
All around fell completely silent. Only the crackling of flames burning the branches and leaves, and the lingering dust slowly settling down.
Old Wen's figure quickly approached from the side and rear. He warily scanned the scattered corpses and horrific battlefield with his gun, quickly confirming the situation before whispering to Chen Jun, "Boss, this area is all taken care of. Judging from the noise, there are still some scattered sounds of escape deep in the woods, heading west. Should we give chase?"
Chen Jun glanced at the dense, dark jungle to the west, shook his head, and said calmly, "No need. Don't pursue a cornered enemy; the mission takes priority. Our vehicle is destroyed; let's deal with transportation first."
Old Wen was taken aback, then scratched his head: "Yeah, our car is totaled. How are we going to get it back out of here in this desolate wilderness?"
Chen Jun had already turned around and began scanning the area on the edge of the battlefield where the militants might have parked their vehicles. His tone was calm, as if he were saying something extremely simple: "Go look there. An ambush of this scale would definitely have vehicle support, and they wouldn't be too far away."
"Holy crap!" Old Wen slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing, "How could I not have thought of that! Boss, you're so quick-witted!"
He immediately perked up, gun at the ready, crouching low, and quickly searched in the direction Chen Jun had indicated. Not long after, the faint roar of an engine attempting to start came from the other side of the woods, followed by Old Wen's slightly excited shout:
"Boss! Found it! Over here! Haha!"
Chen Jun strode over, passed through a thicket of bushes, and saw a Ford Raptor pickup truck parked in a relatively flat clearing in the woods. It was clearly modified, painted in camouflage, with large tires, and looked very rugged. There were some bullet holes and scratches on the vehicle, but it was otherwise in good condition.
Old Wen was already seated in the driver's seat, lovingly touching the steering wheel with a look of delight: "A Raptor! And it's modified! This thing is powerful! Much better than our old junk! Boss, get in!"
Chen Jun opened the passenger door and sat down smoothly. The seat was large, and the car still smelled of the previous owner's cigarettes and a faint smell of engine oil.
Old Wen skillfully shifted gears and slammed on the gas.
"Buzz—Roar—!"
The large-displacement turbocharged engine roared like a beast, and the wide tires roughly scratched the ground, kicking up clouds of mud and grass.
The next second, this steel beast, like a wild horse unleashed, suddenly shot off, plunging headlong into the narrow dirt road through the jungle. With an almost ferocious pace, it jolted and roared, speeding away in the direction it had come from, leaving behind the smoke-filled, corpse-strewn battlefield far behind, fading into the deep twilight.