Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

When Liu Ming hid the old man and his diary in the cave behind the waterfall.

Scarface and his dozen or so so-called "top assassins" finally followed the stream and caught up with him in this more complex and dark canyon.

"You all better pull yourselves together!"

Looking at the dense, almost overwhelming primeval jungle around him and the slippery, sticky humus under his feet, Scarface felt a sudden unease rise in his heart.

He may be arrogant, but he's not stupid.

The fact that the other party was able to silently escape the drone's pursuit from such a desperate situation is enough to show that he is by no means an ordinary soldier.

He is very likely an expert in jungle warfare!

"Two people per group! Cross cover! Maintain a five-meter distance!" Scarface used professional tactical hand signals to direct his men, who slowly advanced in a fan shape into the depths of the jungle.

They no longer carried the machetes that were only suitable for urban warfare.

Instead, they were all large-caliber shotguns loaded with slugs!

In close-quarters combat environments like jungles, this weapon is even more terrifying than an automatic rifle.

One shot, and not only a person, but even a wild boar would be blasted in two!

They started to get serious.

however……

What they didn't know was...

The moment they stepped into this jungle.

They were no longer "hunters".

Instead, they were a group of prey waiting to be slaughtered!

……

At this moment, Liu Ming was like a ghost that had completely merged with the darkness.

He was covered from head to toe in damp mud and crushed plant juice, blending perfectly into his surroundings.

He even adjusted his breathing to be at the same frequency as the sound of the wind and the rustling of the leaves.

He lay there quietly on the canopy of a huge tree, less than twenty meters away from the group of assassins.

He looked down upon these mortals who were about to die, as if they were gods.

He didn't rush to take action.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the best opportunity to make a move.

……

"Boss, there are traces here!"

One of the assassins leading the way discovered a very faint footprint, freshly made, on a patch of damp moss.

"Over there! Chase them!"

A flicker of excitement flashed in the scarred man's eyes!

He led his men and immediately chased after them in the direction the footprints indicated!

However, as they passed through a dense thicket of bushes...

The assassin walking at the front suddenly felt a "crack" under his feet, as if he had broken something!

"Um?"

He hadn't even had a chance to look down.

"Whoosh—!"

A thick, sharpened bamboo spear shot out from the bushes beside him without warning, like lightning.

——**Vietnamese jungle traps!**

"Pfft!"

A dull thud as a sharp blade pierced flesh!

The bamboo spear, thicker than an arm, carried unparalleled and terrifying kinetic energy, instantly piercing the assassin's waist and abdomen.

He was pinned firmly to the huge tree behind him!

"ah--!"

A piercing scream instantly shattered the silence of the jungle!

"There's an ambush!!"

Everyone was terrified by this sudden scene!

They instinctively raised their hunting rifles and began firing wildly in all directions!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The deafening gunshots echoed endlessly in the silent valley!

Countless birds were startled and took flight!

However, it was of no use.

They couldn't even see a shadow of the enemy!

"Stop fucking shooting! Conserve your bullets!"

Scarface roared hysterically, forcing himself to calm down!

"It's a trap! Watch your step, you bastards!"

Just then.

"ah--!"

Another scream!

It came from the back of the group!

Everyone turned around in horror!

Suddenly, another assassin at the back of the group found himself suspended upside down in mid-air by a huge vine net that had fallen from the sky!

A sharp vine, which had been set up beforehand, was tightly strangling his neck!

He struggled desperately, scratching his neck in vain with his hands. His face had turned a purplish-red from lack of oxygen!

In just a few moments, it became completely silent.

——**Philippines cable trap!**

fear!

Endless fear, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed the hearts of all the survivors!

They felt as if they had stumbled into a devil's hunting ground!

Every tree, every blade of grass, every vine here could be a deadly trap!

And that devil, lurking in the shadows, is gracefully reaping their lives with the cunning of a cat playing with a mouse!

"Damn it! Come out here! If you've got the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one!"

A killer whose psychological defenses are on the verge of collapse, holding a hunting rifle, roars madly at the dark jungle!

however.

The answer he received was a rope disguised as a vine that hung silently from above his head.

At the end of the rope was a deadly slipknot.

The moment he roared, the slipknot had already silently been placed around his neck.

Then, suddenly, pull upwards!

"Well……"

All the killer's voices were stuck in his throat!

He was like a fish being pulled out of the water, his feet off the ground, being dragged by a tremendous force into that endless, dark canopy of trees!

All that remained was a chilling sound of bones cracking...

……

"The devil...it's the devil..."

The remaining seven or eight assassins had completely broken down.

They threw down their hunting rifles, crying and screaming, and fled frantically in the direction they had come from, like headless flies!

however.

Can they escape?

An assassin tripped over an inconspicuous tripwire and fell to the ground.

Before he could even get up...

A simple pendulum trap, made of boulders and logs, yet powerful enough to crush an elephant into mincemeat, hurtled down from above him!

In his panic, the other assassin stumbled into a carefully disguised bamboo stake trap hidden among fallen leaves!

"Pfft!"

……

The killing continues.

This was a one-sided massacre with no suspense whatsoever!

Liu Ming is like a grim reaper walking in the darkness.

He used everything he could find in the jungle—twigs, vines, stones, and even poisonous plants.

He showcased all the top-notch jungle hunting skills he learned in the "Dragon Fang" special forces to the fullest!

He was using this most primitive and bloody method to declare to these ignorant invaders.

—In the jungle, I am your ancestor!

……

After half an hour.

The jungle returned to tranquility.

Only the thick, lingering stench of blood remained in the air.

Scarface was the last one still alive.

But now he would rather he were dead.

One of his legs was caught in a trap, which clamped so tightly that the white bone fragments were protruding.

He was hanging upside down from a huge, crooked tree by a vine.

Blood dripped from his hair, falling into the pool of blood beneath him, piled high with the mutilated corpses of his companions.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

A series of unhurried footsteps came from behind him.

Scarface turned his head with difficulty.

The devilish man, holding a blood-dripping triangular bayonet, slowly walked towards him step by step.

His face was covered in blood and dirt.

But his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Who...who...are you?" Scarface asked in a hoarse voice filled with fear and despair.

Liu Ming did not answer him.

However, he slowly raised the military dagger in his hand and pressed it against his throat.

"tell me."

"Who is 'Old K'?"

Where is he?