Who taught you to be a soldier like this!

Chapter 598

It is clear.

This title refers to Zhao Weihong, who has an exceptionally accurate marksmanship.

In jungle warfare, visibility is already limited, making long-range sniping even more difficult.

Even with the element of a pre-arranged ambush, Zhao Weihong's marksmanship was nothing short of divine.

In the past, this title would probably have become a major "strange tale" in the Triangle Area, making drug traffickers who wanted to risk crossing the border a little more vigilant.

But it's impossible to expect them to be deterred by this.

Unfortunately,

In this sinful land, where even a little military training is enough to make one infamous, there exists now a "fierce dragon crossing the river".

He was a recognized legendary sniper.

He is also a true retired soldier.

"What are they talking about?"

After saying that, the drunken Kyle raised his head and took another big gulp of brandy down his throat.

The translator beside him looked at Kyle with some fear, not daring to underestimate him in the slightest just because Kyle looked like an alcoholic.

This sense of awe and fear is certainly not without origin.

Kyle has only made one move since he arrived here.

But this time, it was enough to show these self-proclaimed ruthless drug traffickers his terror.

Overnight.

Thirty-seven people, along with a temporarily hired armed team, died silently in their own stronghold.

Nobody knows how Kyle did it.

But everyone is certain that Kyle killed this group.

Kyle took action to eliminate this unfortunate fellow who was trying to break free from the Speaker's control, at the request of their leader, Bai Jingye.

That's right.

Bai Jingye is the white and black glove, the chief steward, of the US Speaker in this land of sin.

He directly commanded and managed more than 30 drug trafficking gangs, among which five gangs were the most core and knew exactly who they were "making money" for.

This also includes the group that Kyle had just wiped out not long ago.

Kyle's task now is very simple.

By staying by Bai Jingye's side, supervising him to complete his "last job," and then taking him to see the Speaker of the United States, he would have completed his mission.

When necessary, Kyle will also need to follow Bai Jingye's orders.

However, Bai Jingye clearly didn't have the guts to order Kyle, who was terrifying in both status and ability.

If those drug dealers hadn't known about the relationship between the Speaker and him, Bai Jingye probably wouldn't have dared to approach Kyle.

“Mr. Kyle, they’re just chatting.”

"As you know, a large-scale operation targeting us is currently underway within Yan Kingdom."

"According to some of the people who escaped back, and some who came back from the border."

"In Yan Country, there is a new person who is very skilled in jungle warfare and has extremely accurate marksmanship."

"They gave this person a nickname."

"Jungle Death".

"The Grim Reaper of the Jungle?"

The name clearly piqued Kyle's interest, bringing him back to his senses somewhat from the numbness brought on by alcohol.

Coincidentally.

Kyle himself actually has a similar title.

Desert Death!

"Hey!"

A drunken Kyle staggered over to the D vendor who was chatting idly, and slammed the brandy he was holding onto the table in front of the vendor.

"Tell me the story of that jungle reaper."

D, who was not exactly fluent in English, looked at Bai Jingye's favorite man with a hint of fear, wondering to himself what the foreigner was saying.

Seeing this, Kyle's translator quickly stepped forward and relayed some of Kyle's words to the drug dealers.

With the help of the translator, the drug dealers suddenly realized what was going on and, taking advantage of their slight drunkenness, began to give Kyle a long and detailed introduction.

Although none of them had ever met Zhao Weihong, let alone had any dealings with her.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have the chance to sit here bragging and drinking right now.

But this did not stop them from exaggerating and telling Kyle stories they had only heard from others, trying to show off their extensive knowledge and hoping to get in touch with Kyle.

According to these drug dealers, this "Jungle Death" was absolutely terrifying!
His marksmanship was incredibly accurate! And he seemed to be everywhere!

Less than three days!
Two groups of drug traffickers, each from a region hundreds of kilometers apart, attempted to enter the country and both claimed to have encountered the "Jungle Death" and paid an extremely heavy price!

The second group was even worse off; they only managed to send the message back during a brief escape.

No one knows how this "Jungle Death" managed to do all this.

Many drug dealers even viewed all of this as a form of amusement in spreading rumors.

The main question is, whose "Grim Reaper" has such a high attendance rate?
One minute they're in northwestern Yunnan, the next they're off to the Lao border!
Even by plane, it wouldn't be this fast!

Besides, how "secret" are the drug dealers' itineraries?
Being discovered is already incredibly unlucky, but to always run into a sharpshooter with exceptional marksmanship who excels at jungle sniping—how could such a thing possibly happen?

Some self-proclaimed clever drug dealers believe that Yan State specifically deployed a group of snipers to deal with them, which is why they achieved such a terrifying effect.

As for the widely circulated "Jungle Death" legend, it is nothing more than a "rumor" spread by a group of terrified drug dealers who attributed the deeds of a group of people to one person.

That seems like a very reasonable explanation.

However, Kyle had a different opinion after hearing all of this.

Yan Kingdom, sharpshooter, border.

Almost subconsciously.

Kyle then remembered the man who had tied with him at the Military World Games.

Zhao Weihong.

Despite the shooting event, Zhao Weihong's team ultimately won the gold medal.

But the proud Kyle didn't feel he had lost; rather, he felt that his two incompetent teammates had dragged him down.

If it were a one-on-one match, the outcome between him and Zhao Weihong would be uncertain!

It could be out of mutual respect between "kindred spirits," or it could be out of instinct between "arch-enemies."

Kyle instinctively felt that this seemingly miraculous "Jungle Death" was none other than Zhao Weihong!
Even if this so-called "Jungle Death" is indeed a team composed of snipers.

Then Zhao Weihong, who is on par with him, should also be one of them!
"hey-hey."

"boom!"

Accompanied by a sinister smile that appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Kyle downed the remaining brandy in the bottle in one gulp, then casually tossed the empty bottle aside with a crisp sound like shattering glass.

"I really like your story."

"Thank you."

After saying that, Kyle turned and left, leaving the group of drug dealers looking at each other in bewilderment.

Kyle was initially very reluctant to go on this trip to Southeast Asia.

It was this damned journey that forced Kyle to leave his beloved unit and the battlefield where he could find meaning in life.

Alcohol.

This was Kyle's way of numbing himself and escaping reality.

Only in that hazy, dreamlike state.

Kyle was able to forget that his life was actually controlled by others.

But in retrospect, this unplanned trip wasn't entirely without its rewards. Otherwise, how could Kyle, amidst the chaos of battle, have so quickly found himself with the opportunity to challenge Zhao Weihong?

Think about this.

Kyle's grin widened, whether he was anticipating the upcoming contest or mocking his current predicament was unclear.

These two outstanding soldiers, who once competed against each other on the highest stage representing the military, now find themselves in vastly different situations.

One of them, with numerous merits and a promising future, is engaged in a career he deeply loves in the military.

The other one, also a highly decorated individual, had no future prospects.

All the honors and skills that Kyle was once proud of couldn't buy him a comfortable future. Instead, they turned him into the kind of person he hated most.

A vulture on the battlefield—a mercenary, who also mingles with a group of despicable drug dealers.

You should know that before Kyle enlisted, what he hated most were those drug addicts who were in a daze and were like walking corpses.

Now Kyle not only has to ally with them, but also protect their leader.

It has to be said, this is a great irony.

I wonder what Zhao Weihong would think if she knew Kyle's current situation.

He shook his head vigorously.

Kyle gathered his thoughts and stopped thinking about these problems that hadn't even happened yet.

"Mr. Kyle."

"Go and call your boss out."

"I'll wait for him here."

Kyle glanced at the magnificent house before him with disgust, raised his head, and spoke with pride and disdain.

"You should know."

"I hate the smell in this house!"

"Yes, Mr. Kyle, I'll be right there!"

The translator bowed his head very respectfully, but in his heart he was cursing Kyle.

However, the translator dared not show any sign of it. Instead, he jogged quickly through layers of security and arrived at Bai Jingye's tightly closed bedroom door.

"Dong dong dong."

"Who?"

Upon hearing the knock on the door, Bai Jingye, who had been flipping through the notebook in front of him just a second ago, immediately became like a frightened bird, carefully putting the notebook back into the safe, grabbing his pistol, releasing the safety, and pointing it directly at the door.

Only after the translator identified himself did Bai Jingye breathe a sigh of relief, collapsing weakly onto the sofa as if his bones had been removed.

It is clear.

This biggest drug dealer in the Triangle area, a ruthless figure in the eyes of outsiders, doesn't lead a life as carefree and easy as it seems to outsiders.

Kyle felt like a puppet being controlled by someone else.

Bai Jingye, isn't he the same?

Furthermore, compared to Kyle, Bai Jingye has absolutely no autonomy whatsoever.

From the day he got involved with the speaker.

His sole purpose in living was to amass wealth for the Speaker.

As for what will happen in the future, Bai Jingye cannot think about it, nor dare he think about it.

He could only take it one step at a time, trying to preserve his decadent lifestyle and his most precious life with his ridiculous calculations.

"Come in."

"Boss, Mr. Kyle wants you to come out and see him."

"This foreign devil wants to see me?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Jingye's face flashed with obvious vigilance and worry. He thought about it for a good half minute before nodding somewhat reluctantly.

"I see."

I got up and straightened my clothes.

Bai Jingye then turned to walk outside.

After walking a few steps, Bai Jingye seemed to suddenly remember something, so he turned back into the house, picked up the pistol with the safety off, and tucked it into his waistband.

Although he also knew it.

This pistol offered Kyle no guarantee of safety whatsoever.

If Kyle wanted to kill him—no, if the Speaker wanted to kill him—then he wouldn't even be able to leave this room.

But Bai Jingye did it anyway.

He wasn't doing it to protect himself.

Instead, he hoped that the pistol at his waist could bring him a long-lost sense of security.

"Mr. Kyle."

"I heard you wanted to see me?"

Standing before the towering Kyle, Bai Jingye, whose height was not much less, seemed to have had his spine removed, appearing so humble that he seemed to merge with the soil.

She glanced at him with a blank expression.

Kyle didn't intend to waste words with him, but instead spoke to Bai Jingye in a notification-like tone.

"I want to go to the border."

"You can arrange the specifics of how to get there."

Upon hearing this, Bai Jingye was overjoyed!
"what do you mean?"

"It's just what you think."

"Jungle Death. Ha!"

Kyle didn't say much.

But Bai Jingye had already guessed it just from the name "Jungle Death".

This sniper, who has recently risen to fame and is feared by countless drug dealers, has piqued the interest of the legendary Kyle!

Bai Jingye knew Kyle's strength all too well!

When Kyle first arrived, Bai Jingye also had the idea of ​​having Kyle "work" for him.

But Kyle was clearly not someone he could manage; he was a drunkard all day long, clinging to brandy and never letting go.

Bai Jingye dared not order around or get angry at such a figure who was like an imperial envoy, and could only let Kyle do as he pleased.

Now that Kyle has offered to help Bai Jingye transport contraband, how could Bai Jingye not be delighted!

In fact, he also wanted to complete the tasks assigned by the speaker as soon as possible and meet with the speaker at an early date.

Although the outcome of the meeting is still unknown, it is better than this torment of living in fear day and night.

"Mr. Kyle!"

Bai Jingye was afraid that Kyle would change his mind once he sobered up, so he immediately wanted to finalize the matter!
"Three hours. No! One hour! I'll have your schedule arranged!"

"Do you have any requirements regarding the location of the operation?"

for these things.

Kyle was initially indifferent.

But before he could speak, Kyle suddenly remembered the news the drug dealers had told him about the "Jungle Reaper".

After thinking for a moment.

Kyle ultimately chose the place where the "Jungle Death" was rumored to have first appeared.

"Tropical rainforest".

"We'll enter through the tropical rainforest on the Lao border!"

".good!"

(End of this chapter)