Humanity Forbidden Island [Full Text] - 6

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Chapter Seventy: The Predatory Eyes of a Thief

The undulating waves were already upon us, the seaweed along the shore, now slightly bleached by the sun, its previous gleam dimmed. The blazing sun had somehow transformed into a gentle sunset, casting a dark red glow. The sea breeze that always rises before evening carries a salty, fishy smell into our mouths and noses. The hearts of everyone, suffocating with fear, now, like the sea, suddenly opened up.

I crouched against the foot of the rock wall, using a clump of small, growing trees for cover, protruding the slender barrel of my gun, resting it on a branch, and peering through the sniper scope at the large ship in the distance.

It was like a sleeping castle, showing no signs of activity on the surface. If we couldn't board the ship before dark, the women in the cabin, their hands and feet bound, would truly be in despair.

Yi Liang and Lu Ya, being younger, recovered their strength quickly. Chi Chun, however, seemed somewhat exhausted. She had carried the child for over ten kilometers along the forest path, and was finding it difficult to continue. Although the baby wasn't heavy, carrying him required extra care, which greatly exhausted Chi Chun.

"Lu Ya, can you keep going? Help Chi Chun carry the baby; she needs a break. We'll walk along the coastline now, detouring to where we've hidden the rubber raft, and then we can get on the big ship." My words made everyone happy. The three women leaned against the rock wall, hugging each other and crying, "We're out! We're really out!" Since bringing them to the island, they had never experienced such bittersweet joy.

Lu Ya handed me her gun, took Chi Chun's baby, carried it on her back, and came over for me to secure it properly with a rope. "Tell me if you can't carry him anymore. Don't force yourself, okay?" Squatting behind Yi Liang, I noticed how much thinner she had become; her once soft shoulders were now much stiffer. A woman is most easily worn out when she's worried about the man she loves.

After a short rest, we lined up in a single file and continued onward. I positioned Luya at the scout position, with her carrying a submachine gun and leading the way, while I maintained my sniper rifle to cover the rear.

The greyish-blue rock face, still warm from the sunlight, gave those near its base a pleasant comfort. The broadsword hanging at my waist swung back and forth, bumping against the rock face as I ran. Luya ran fast, mimicking Yiliang's earlier actions, shaking her silly, adorable head and constantly looking around, her machine gun swinging haphazardly.

Now, without the obstruction of vines and leaning trees, and no longer needing to worry about insects and snakes hiding under the grass, our speed increased significantly. Along the long coastline, every time my feet touched the soft sand, I felt an indescribable happiness. Every hundred meters forward, I would quickly turn my head, flick the sniper scope backward, and peek to see if any ghost monkeys were chasing

us. The sun had completely transformed into its pre-sunset state, the crimson afterglow casting long shadows across the massive rock face. "I see it! The valley wall behind our cave, right ahead!" Lu Ya, like a little girl performing a dance, kicked her slender legs and ran even faster towards the target. Her rapid running greatly increased the speed of the whole group.

"Wow, what a big ship! Look, look!" Lu Ya turned her tired, rosy face and excitedly pointed to the large ship in the distance. Her gesticulating manner was quite like a child seeing a sugar figurine maker, jumping and shouting to buy one.

Her excitement startled the rest of us. I quickly stretched out my two strong arms, grabbed Chi Chun and Yi Liang, and yanked them sharply to the right, causing them to stumble a few steps.

"Turn your gun around!" I shouted anxiously. Lu Ya was so excited that she forgot my warning and pointed the gun, with the safety off, at us. "Hehe, I forgot." This girl always thought a gun was just an iron rod in her hand, and she had a very weak understanding of the lethality of a bullet going off accidentally.

"You're scarier than a monkey! If the gun really goes off, it'll fire twenty rounds in quick succession, taking us all down, and you'll be the only one on the boat." I glared at her angrily. Seeing that my eyes were red, she knew she had made a serious mistake, so she lowered her head and stopped laughing.

Among the women, Lu Ya was the one I usually spoiled the most because she was the youngest and inexperienced, so it wasn't her fault for getting into minor troubles. But this kind of fatal problem couldn't be taken lightly. If she continued to be pampered, something terrible would definitely happen in the future.

Chi Chun had never seen me take anything so seriously before, and she knew that such a harsh criticism of Lu Ya was justified, but she still didn't want to see Lu Ya sad. "Alright, she's still a child."

"Let's go quickly, and remember, don't point the gun at your own people." Yi Liang, carrying the child on her back, hurried over to comfort Lu Ya. She was actually comforting me from the side as well. These past few days, I've been walking on the edge of death, my heart pounding with fear. Often, at the last moment, carelessness leads to tragedy.

Whatever the reason, if I die or am seriously injured, everyone's hope for survival will be like a candle in the night wind, easily extinguished. "You, you…" I was astonished. Lu Ya's eyes widened, she raised her arm and pointed at me, stammering, unable to speak.

This girl, Lu Ya, though usually lively and timid, had never been inclined to talk back to me. This unusual behavior immediately made me realize something terrifying. Like a scorpion whipping its tail, I twisted around, grabbed my sniper scope, and looked back.

The hairs on my body stood on end as if electrocuted. "Run, run, run, run, run!" The baby on Yi Liang's back cried loudly, terrified by my shout. The three women could already see something dark and swirling on the shore seven hundred meters behind them, rushing towards us.

"Drop it, drop it! Quickly drop your weapons and belongings!" I threw my sniper rifle on the ground, raised my right leg, pulled out the sharp dagger from my boot, and rushed to Yi Liang's side. I pulled her around, cut the rope binding the baby, and shoved her forward to make her run.

"Lu Ya, what are you standing there for? Drop your weapons and belongings, and run towards where the rubber raft is. Hurry!" I roared at her, who was still stunned. She finally came to her senses, took the submachine gun from her neck, threw it on the beach, and ran in the direction I had told her to.

Chi Chun had already dropped all her belongings and ran over, her face pale, trying to snatch the child from my arms. I grabbed her soft arm, pulled her along, and we ran like mad.

The appearance of the monkey troop was very puzzling to me. We had run along the stream all the way down to the big mudflat without seeing any movement in that direction.

Chapter 71: The Poisonous Sting That Pursues Life

There's only one possibility: they knew people had been active on the island these past few days, and then sent out a ghost monkey during the day to hide on high ground and report back to the group at the first sign of trouble. Judging from the timing, this is even more likely.

On the very first night the large ship arrived, it bombarded the Great Muddy Swamp. This undoubtedly disturbed the peaceful ghost monkey group. When Tanmu Jing led his group to search for the treasure chest behind the Great Muddy Swamp, it was probably seen by the ghost monkey hiding on high ground, who then returned to report. By the time the ghost monkey led the group to the scene, the bandits were being chased out by a group of crocodiles.

Yi Liang was the first to run to the bottom of the cliff at the top of the valley. She looked around, searching for the clump of grass I had described that concealed the raft. Lu Ya saw four or five leopards with their bellies broken on the ground and stood far away in fright.

I grabbed Chi Chun and rushed over like the wind, heading straight for the place where the vessel was hidden. Chi Chun took the child, and I frantically shoveled aside the broken reeds covering the small raft, pulling out a ten-square-meter rubber raft and desperately bending over to drag it towards the sea. Although my shoulder was throbbing with pain again, at this moment, to save my life, I wouldn't care even if it meant losing a leg.

Three women followed behind me in a panic, trying to help me pull the raft, but because I was so fast, their outstretched hands grasped nothing as soon as they bent down. They rushed a few steps, tried to help again, but still missed.

I dragged the raft very quickly, like meat on a long rope, luring small animals to eat it. "Run into the sea quickly, stand up until your knees are submerged, I'll drag the boat myself, don't worry about me!" As soon as I shouted, the women, no longer like lured animals, immediately straightened up and ran towards the seaweed.

The screeching cries of the monkeys could be heard from not far away; their poison darts could be fired from twenty or thirty meters away. Having witnessed such horrific scenes firsthand, this fear was even more intense for me. The small raft felt like a giant orange peel; when I dragged it, I used too much force, causing bloodstains to seep onto the strip of cloth on my shoulder.

The small raft was indeed quite heavy; when dragged from the rock face to the seaweed layer, it left a deep gash in the sand. The frictional resistance of the seaweed to the raft was far less than that of the sand layer, because the plant itself was very damp, secreting a sticky liquid on its surface, resembling fermenting earthworms.

After passing the seaweed that had accumulated more than three meters wide along the seashore, the small raft finally showed signs of floating. The dark seawater swayed on the three women's knees, as if the safest place in the world was the endless ocean.

"Jump up, quick!" Chi Chun and Yi Liang immediately lifted their wet legs and plopped down into the raft. Luya froze like a log stuck in a diving hull, then lifted her foot to step onto the swaying raft.

Too nervous, she lost her balance and fell with a "plop." This was a disaster; the troop of monkeys was already within a hundred meters. The leading monkeys stopped, rummaging through the packs we had just left behind, while the remaining two hundred or so continued charging like mad dogs.

Their astonishing speed stemmed from their unique running style. These little savages didn't adhere to human running patterns; having lived in the rainforest for so long, they had evolved excellent jumping abilities. Their leaping run was awe-inspiring.

Luya leaned back, falling into the seawater, choking and unable to stand. I leaped forward, grabbing her neck with one hand and pulling her between her legs with the other, yanking her out of the water. She struggled desperately, her slender fingers scratching my cheek with their nails, causing excruciating pain.

Like a bandit who snatches a bride and throws her onto the bed, I tossed Luya into the middle of the raft, a sharp pain shooting from my shoulder to my heart. "Cough cough cough, cough cough cough," Luya choked badly on the seawater, curled up on Yi Liang and Chi Chun's laps, her eyes barely open.

I couldn't care less about that now. I used the muscles in my back and arms, pushing off the mud and sand with my feet, like pushing a broken-down car, pushing the raft into the deep sea with all my might.

The noises on the right-hand coastline grew clearer and clearer, but I didn't have time to look, afraid of wasting even a second. "Squeak squeak, squeak squeak, whoosh whoosh whoosh," a jumble of strange cries, boiling over, approached my ears. When I looked at them earlier, I saw the fastest ones, with their short, white-furred arms, raise long wooden poles, ready to unleash deadly venomous stingers the moment they got close.

Like a water buffalo with its tail on fire, I frantically ran towards the shallows. Luya was still coughing, and Yiliang clenched her fists and patted her back urgently. "Come on up!" Chi Chun saw that the seawater had reached my chest and stretched out her arm to pull me up. Her sleeves were soaked, and water kept pouring down.

The child had been crying and screaming incessantly ever since we discovered the monkey and started running away. Luya had finally caught her breath and stopped coughing, but she still cried and screamed. I used the last bit of strength in my arms to push the raft sharply into the deeper sea, and then I floated up like a dolphin.

"Don't worry about the child and Luya, you two paddle left and right, quick!" The seawater once again soaked into my injured shoulder, causing waves of excruciating pain. To make the raft paddle faster into the deep sea, I became a human propeller. Two rough, thick hands gripped the stern tightly, while my own feet splashed water, propelling the small boat forward.

The two women, startled and frightened by my shouts, desperately used their delicate arms as oars. At that moment, I would curse even a fly that dared to fly against the propelling raft.

Hearing the chaotic screams of the monkeys behind me, I could sense they had already piled up on the nearest shore. Suddenly, a small wooden stake, resembling a long nail, landed about half a meter from my left shoulder.

Through the splashing water, I instantly recognized it as a deadly stinger. My heart skipped a beat, feeling as if someone had ripped my burning heart out and shoved it into a basket full of ice.

I was now thirty or forty meters from the shore. What kind of reckless, lung-bursting beast was so cruel as to try and kill me?

Though small, they could still leap over the seaweed and descend into neck-deep water, blowing at me. That was equivalent to shortening the distance between us by four or five meters. I really wanted to grab a machine gun and shoot their ugly heads off.

The smallest things are often the natural enemies of the largest. At this point, if I were bitten by one of these tiny splinters, like a mosquito, I would probably sink to the bottom of the sea and be eaten by fish.

Chapter 72: The monkey's

head on the sea. The small splinter that landed near my shoulder was probably the furthest one. Yi Liang and Chi Chun's arms made the small orange raft, like a cicada desperately flapping its wings after falling into the water, effectively accelerating their escape.

"Can the ghost monkey swim? I'm scared." Lu Ya stopped crying and asked, sobbing, after seeing the ghost monkey far from the shore. My seawater-soaked military boots felt like lead weights, constantly dragging my legs down. The water I kicked up made a loud, splashing sound, constantly hitting my head and the bulging rubber raft.

"I don't know, but we can't risk our lives to find out. Sit still in the middle and don't move, so as not to affect our speed." The waves and floating seawater kept hitting my face, the bitter taste making my mouth water. Aiming towards the large ship, I pushed the raft with all my might, hoping to reach the ship's anchor chain as quickly as possible.

The setting sun bathed the world I saw in a dark red light. When the top of the raft struck the dark, cold anchor chain, each making its own friction sound, I quickly moved closer, grabbed the chain, and climbed onto the deck, never looking back.

To survive against these monstrous creatures, keeping my distance was the only correct way. Those who didn't understand the monkeys' habits and attack methods could easily mistakenly use weapons to suppress them—a foolish move. Once inside the range of their blowpipes, apart from their armored bodies, their flesh would be destroyed.

"Yi Liang, hold onto the anchor chain to prevent the raft from moving. I'll go get the rope." Drenched in seawater, I struggled and scrambled up the deck. Reaching the deck, I pulled out the pistol tucked into my waistband and dashed into the cabin like a whirlwind. The cabin door was still open, and my soaked military boots clanged on the metal stairs.

I gripped the pistol in my left hand, assumed a firing stance, and rushed into the cabin's main hall. The naked, bound women immediately sat up from their positions on the floor, letting out a series of startled screams.

Seeing Cang Gui still huddled in the center of the large table like a pig about to be slaughtered, also startled by my sudden intrusion, I confirmed everything was safe. I quickly tucked the pistol back into my waistband and ran towards the ship's engine room. The wooden

door to the control room had locked itself sometime during the night. At this critical moment, this situation made me incredibly anxious. I quickly pulled out my pistol, aimed at the lock, and fired three shots. Then, I leaped up and kicked the wooden door open with a bang.

Behind the trembling door, I found the rope I had noticed earlier. I yanked it down and rushed onto the deck. The icy seawater mingled with the sweat on my forehead, making my vision even more blurry. I was terrified that I would see the golden butterfly again at this crucial moment.

The naked, bound women huddled together, their colorful eyes filled with fear, unaware of what was happening outside. Rushing off the deck, I tied a loop around my waist on the rope as I ran towards the anchor.

"Luya, put the loop around your waist, I'll pull you up." Yi Liang's face was also deathly pale. Her slender arms were gripping the anchor chain with all her might, her body being pulled by the swaying raft, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Chi Chun hurriedly grabbed the dangling snare, pulling it down from Lu Ya's slender shoulders to her waist, then yanked hard, tightening the rope securely. I immediately pulled the rope back up, instantly yanking Lu Ya's body horizontally, causing her to scream in terror.

I quickly pulled the rope back, using the opening to glance at the shore. Seventy or eighty monkeys, their small, pineapple-like heads exposed, were grinding their long fangs. Their fierce, hostile gazes sent chills down my spine.

Because of their small size, they could only reach four or five meters from the shore before the swaying sea held them back, preventing them from taking another step.

Where there is water, survival is easy. This statement was now proven true for us. If it weren't for the seawater, with their current attack, we would already be three skeletons.

When Lu Ya was suspended, she bumped her head; aside from the pain, she was otherwise unharmed, but she cried loudly again. I lifted Luya onto the deck, quickly loosened the ropes binding her, and continued to hoist Chi Chun's baby. A child's head mustn't be bumped, so I deliberately leaned forward to avoid any accidents during the haul.

Chi Chun wanted Yi Liang to go first, while she held the anchor chain. Yi Liang, wanting to buy time, quickly shook her head, gesturing for Chi Chun to hurry up. Seeing that the monkeys couldn't swim, my panic subsided. "Chi Chun, hurry!" Hearing my urging, she quickly secured the noose around her slender waist, her two delicate white hands firmly gripping the rising rope.

When I used the same method to pull Yi Liang onto the deck, standing on the large ship several meters high, I dared to carefully observe the ferocious-looking monkeys in the distance, and let out a deep breath. These creatures had split into three groups. The dozens on the shore began to crouch and huddle together, tearing at the leopard I had thrown down from the valley top.

Because the leopard's skin was very tough, the monkeys couldn't easily tear off pieces of flesh and stuff them into their mouths like they would with bandits. The three women, terrified, lay on the deck, breathing heavily, repeatedly patting their soft chests with their slender hands to calm their racing hearts.

The monkeys, soaking in the seawater, seeing that we were all on the tall ship, were helpless and had to give up, scurrying back ashore to join the fray of the leopard meat. It was clear these little beasts were terrifyingly savage; they even became unusually agitated because they couldn't tear open the dead animal's hide.

I dashed back to the cabin, startling the naked woman and the old man inside. Reaching the ammunition depot, I retrieved the metal key I had hidden under the door and swung it open. The depot was somewhat dark. I climbed onto the stack of wooden crates piled high with weapons; the heavy machine gun from before was still there.

I had operated such a thing before in the Humvee; its large, bronze-tipped bullets, once fired, hissed and pierced the target, scattering white sparks. If the enemy were hiding behind a ten-centimeter-thick concrete wall, dodging such bullets would be certain death.

This machine gun, though terrifyingly lethal, requires a two-person team, with a second gunner and ammunition handler. Sitting atop the massive arsenal, due to the time constraint, I struggled to find an ideal light machine gun.

Finally, from a half-open green wooden crate, I pulled out an AKA 47 wrapped in parchment. Tearing off the parchment, the gleaming, brand-new weapon was revealed. It still smelled of machine oil from the planer.

Chapter 73: Bloodthirsty Appetite .

I pulled out two more AKAs, tore open their packaging, removed the magazines from the chambers, and tucked them into my waistband. Underneath the grenade box were three new sniper rifles; my original M25 and Lefur rifle were already lost on the shore. Now, I could only rummage through the arsenal to find another one.

Half a crate of AKA ammunition lay nearby. Presumably, it was leftover ammunition from the bandits who arrived on the island a few days ago. I grabbed a few sniper rifle bullets and stuffed them into my pockets.

The green outfit I was wearing was not only comfortable, but the pockets were also cleverly designed. After checking the weapons and ammunition I needed, I carried the half-full ammunition box, slung my AK rifle and M25 over my shoulder, and went up to the deck.

This time, the naked, bound women, seeing me like this, were even more terrified, their eyes widening in fear than before. The two youngest girls immediately buried their heads in their mother's arms, refusing to look at me. They must have thought that vicious bandits had appeared outside the ship again.

The two rifles on my back and the ammunition in the wooden box clanged as I ran to the deck. Reaching the stern, I slammed the wooden box down, took out two empty magazines from my waist, and tossed them to Yi Liang and Chi Chun. "Quick, reload them."

They immediately understood that I was going to shoot the Ghost Monkey and hurriedly did as I said. "Luya, here, take this." I said, pulling the magazine from my sniper rifle and handing her a handful of bullets from my pocket, asking her to load them for me.

Luya quickly wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes, her nose, flushed pink from crying, and reached out to take what was handed to her. The bullets, gleaming with a golden light, were handled by Chi Chun and Yi Liang's slender, pale hands, making a crisp, metallic clanging sound.

My AK rifle also had an empty magazine; to prevent the leopard from being eaten by the monkey horde, I had to act quickly. Loading magazines isn't sex; women's gentle nature doesn't inherently possess this skill. Chi Chun and Yi Liang loaded them very slowly, sometimes even causing the magazine to pop out unloaded bullets.

Luya was even more clumsy; a few bullets would always fall out of her slender hands, rolling and gurgling down the slope of the deck. Then Luya would let out an "Ah!" and jump over to retrieve them. The little girl's anxious expression and movements were truly adorable.

I spread my right hand, inserted it into the pile of bullets in the wooden box, and pulled out four bullets. With a practiced flick of my fingers, "click, click, click," like magic, I accurately loaded them into the magazine. Before, I always did this blindfolded, repeating the action over and over again; now, with my eyes open, I was even faster.

Lu Ya stared in disbelief, her mouth agape in astonishment. "Hurry up and load them! You're taking so long to load five bullets!" she exclaimed, then quickly lowered her head to fiddle with the magazine. With a "snap, snap," I pushed the rapidly loaded black magazine into the gun and then lunged forward onto the gunwale.

The group of monkeys, still restless from their inability to tear the leopard skin, huddled on the shore, chattering incessantly. One old monkey, its head shavings ripped out, found a sharp rock somewhere and began slamming it down on the leopard's head with a screeching scream.

Seven or eight leopards, shot dead, were thrown from the valley floor, fifty or sixty meters high, their falls gruesome. As I sped past, I glanced over and saw two dead leopards lying sideways, having fallen vertically. The immense impact had caused their eyes to bulge violently; the most severely injured leopard had its grayish-yellow eyeballs popping out of its sockets, and a section of its bloodstained intestines protruded from the base of its tail.

A clever little monkey, with its domineering white fur, reached directly into the leopard's rear end and ripped out even more blood-stained intestines. This action immediately attracted other monkeys nearby, eager to devour the meat but unsure where to start. They leaped over, scrambling to snatch the intestines from the monkey's mouth as it chewed with relish.

Because of the large number of monkeys vying for the food, it didn't dare show anger or slap their ugly, pineapple-skin-like faces. It could only quickly cover the intestines hanging from its mouth and quietly steal a bite.

A leopard, its hindquarters ripped open, was being trampled on by a short, muscular monkey. Large amounts of red and white intestines, saturated with blood, were squeezed out of the leopard's belly, triggering an even bigger frenzy.

If a human were butchering an animal, it wouldn't seem so bloody. But seeing these ugly, bloodthirsty creatures so frantically whipping and devouring the carcass made my stomach churn.

The old monkey, wielding a stone, had already smashed the leopard's head until it was a bloody mess. Purple blood gushed from the leopard's gums, and its sharp, white teeth, forcibly broken, were mixed with the jagged bits of flesh.

The old monkey hissed and squeaked, quite pleased with its stone-tool method, constantly sucking and licking the flesh-covered stones, accumulating food in its stomach like a starving ghost.

The sniper with the severed finger, the terrifying expression on his face when he was escorted into the cave and talked about the demon monkey, resurfaced in my mind. Thinking about it now, it was indeed true.

To save our share of the animal meat, I had to fire now. Looking through the sights of the Aka rifle, the demon monkey truly resembled a child charred by charcoal, its skin covered in mottled white patches like a diseased rash, and a striking tuft of green hair on its head, piercing my eyes and sending goosebumps up my spine and limbs.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang..." The black muzzle of the rifle jumped along the sight of half my eye, spitting out sparks. My finger, pulling the trigger, was filled with the anger born from the fear the demon monkey had instilled in me. The thought of the poisoned spike embedded in my shoulder, and how I had almost been gouged out like those leopards, only made my firing more resolute and decisive.

Crawling on the side of the large ship, firing down at the coast a hundred meters away, was far easier than target practice in the devil's camp. It was like swatting a wingless moth that had landed on a wall with a swatter—sharp, accurate, and exhilarating.

The demon monkey that had slipped aside to devour leopard intestines was eating in an extremely lewd manner. And its tall, green-furred head was the first to be hit by the explosive bullet from the AK-47 rifle. The moment the target was hit, it was like a rotten pumpkin covered in white mold being violently smashed in half by a flying wooden club.

The demon monkey was, after all, made of flesh and blood; from its exploded skull, a stream of blood-red and flesh-white brain matter spurted out, smearing the dark blue stone wall. The old demon monkey sucking on the rocks was facing sideways to me.

The second, scorching bullet pierced its left ribcage, where the diseased white skin immediately bulged out a black circle with a radius of five centimeters. The wound from the bullet was black and swollen, with dark fluid gushing out.

The two ghost monkeys died before they could even utter a sound. Humans or herds of animals would have been terrified and scattered at the sight of their kind dying so tragically. But the ghost monkeys were savage and vicious; not only were they unafraid, they were enraged by my shooting.

Chapter 74: The Exploding Dwarf

Ghost Monkeys were small; when hit by such a powerful rifle shot, their entire bodies would stagger. Their sexes were easily distinguishable by the bulge in their chests.

A female ghost monkey, its mouth covered in leopard fur, was happily munching on its fat, black, white, and gray patchwork rear end. Seeing its ugly eating habits, the rifle bullet struck its mottled lumbar vertebrae. In pain, it swung its hard, furry claws, hitting a hunched ghost monkey on the head.

Although the hunched ghost monkey was in excruciating pain, it was, after all, a primate, and intelligently amplified its angry gaze, glaring at me. It held its long, thin blowpipe high, emitting screeching roars. This sound immediately caused the troop of monkeys to abandon their fight for the leopard meat and surge towards me, howling.

Along this stretch of coastline, a hundred meters long, the scene erupted like refugees seeing a lifeboat after years of wandering. The soft sunset was veiled by pale, inky clouds. Even the island's trees had lost their vibrant green.

When the monkeys were enraged, their facial nerves would bulge fiercely, their wet, short, black noses trembling as they twitched towards their coin-shaped, silvery-gray eyes.

The formidable danger was kept at bay by the sea, unable to approach us. And I could eliminate them one by one with my weapon. It felt wonderful. The louder the monkeys' howls became, the more eager I became to shoot them.

The gap in civilization, brought to the fore by conflict, was terrifying. They didn't realize that their group had no numerical or qualitative advantage at this moment. Even in their furious rage, they still retained the sense of superiority they had gained from hunting in the island forest.

Each rifle bullet, once it struck a monkey's face, was like a broken drum splattered with dog's blood, flesh ripped outwards, the body flying backwards. That hideous, grotesque face vanished instantly. Twenty bullets were quickly fired, yet the monkey horde showed no sign of fleeing. It seemed they truly had no concept of death.

"Quick, magazine." The pain in my shoulder and the emptiness in my brain made me feel like I was dreaming. If I didn't kill all the monkeys immediately, I'd likely face unforeseen trouble.

Yi Liang was the first to load a magazine, and upon hearing my command, she rushed over. "Quick, reload this one." Saying this, I removed the empty magazine. "Your shoulder is bleeding." Yi Liang's eyes turned red and moist; she hesitated for a moment, not turning away immediately.

"It's okay, I can handle it, go load the bullets." Although I said this, my vision blurred. "Mine's ready." Chi Chun also ran over, placing her loaded magazine beside me. "Ah, we need to stop the bleeding first, we can't fire anymore." Chi Chun also saw my injured shoulder, blood seeping through my clothes.

With a "click," I inserted the fully loaded magazine into the rifle. "Clang, clang, clang..." From the gunshots, I could tell it was a double-shot burst. My vision started to blur again, and I couldn't hit the target as accurately as before.

The bullets were originally aimed at the monkey's chest, but many hit the target's thin shoulder. Even worse, some missed completely, hitting the rock wall behind, creating countless sparks. My body gradually grew cold, and I could feel strongly that my body was approaching its limit again.

There were thirty or forty monkeys on the shore, constantly rushing into the sea, but when they reached the point where their noses were submerged, they hurriedly swam back, unable to break through. A monkey that had been hit in the ankle by stray bullets rolled around on the sandy shore. The severed limb it was clutching had already exposed white bone, and black blood had soaked through the rolled-up flesh. The heart-wrenching cries and howls were filled with hatred.

Any animal on the island wounded by a bullet rarely survived. Unfamiliar with human medical methods, they mostly died from bullet infection and the rotting of their remains.

On the battlefield, those charging without weapons are the least likely to attract bullets. No one would waste precious time and a hail of bullets on attackers who are least likely to harm them. And when I shot the monkeys, I targeted the ones at the very front.

Even though only their small heads were visible above the water, I could imagine their underwater bodies as I fired. The rifle bullets, like miniature torpedoes, pierced the charging bodies with a thin white line.

The dim light of dusk was insufficient to see the crimson stains rising from the shallows. The only way to silence these small, ferocious savages was through death. Though they possessed primate characteristics, they were incapable of communicating or coexisting with us, the highly civilized primates. This standoff had only two possibilities: either exterminate them, or be exterminated by them.

By the time the rifle had run out of ammunition for the fifth time, a large number of ghost monkey corpses were floating on the sea. The ghost monkeys' bellies were the most bulging part of their bodies, so when they bobbed on the surface, they looked like bald old men swimming with their scalps showing.

The piercing cries of the ghost monkey troop were getting fainter and fainter. Now, only about half of them remained on the shore. It was estimated that five or six more magazines would be needed to completely wipe them out. I felt that the images on my retina were overlapping heavily, which inevitably increased the probability of false alarms.

Those primitive blowpipes lay scattered on the beach, like a mess left behind after a group of children had played with bamboo sticks. The first poisonous dart blown by a ghost monkey should have had the greatest explosive power and the longest range. After all, they were not machines; their lung capacity and cheeks were made of flesh.

This was very similar to a leopard's hunt. An adult leopard has a high success rate when it first chases a running antelope or elk. Because it relies on explosive power, converting physical energy into kinetic energy in a very short time. If it fails to catch and bite the leopard four times, the chances of it starving to death are very high.

Those venom-soaked wooden spikes didn't fly towards our large ship from a hundred meters away in the seawater, as I had imagined, even though the monkey was furious to its limit.

This lethal distance is like the distance of civilized technology. Moreover, I had a sniper rifle with an effective range of nine hundred meters behind me. If the monkey could understand this, it probably wouldn't be chasing after people on sight; it would have already turned around and run for its life.

"Bang." Although I was somewhat dazed, I could still clearly tell that the gunshot came from behind me, where I was lying prone. My hand, which was about to pull the trigger, wanted to immediately reach for my lower back, draw my pistol, and turn around.

If it were that old scoundrel Cang Gui, who had broken free of his ropes, holding a long gun, and quietly standing behind us, the action I was thinking of would be tantamount to suicide; Cang Gui would shoot me on the spot.

The rational thing to do was to stop firing, lie still, and wait for the order from behind. At this moment, apart from the ghost monkeys on the shore still shouting incoherently, everything on the deck seemed to be frozen in time; there was no sound.

Chapter 75: Evolution that Leaps Through a Thousand Years

Thirty seconds passed, and I still didn't hear the shout I expected. Perhaps the other side was waiting for me to turn my face to face them, wanting to let me die knowing why before shooting me.

I slowly released my grip on the rifle, gently turned my prone body over, and rested my heavy head on the cold, hard gunwale. My vision was very blurry, as if I had suddenly developed severe myopia.

In the blurry vision, I could clearly see a girl standing behind me, in a "K" formation, firing a sniper rifle towards the shore.

It was Lu Ya; she had loaded the sniper rifle and started firing without warning. "No, don't shoot from behind me, you can't hit me," I managed to say, barely able to close my mouth.

Chi Chun rushed over, supporting my head with her soft arm, and began unbuttoning my shirt with her other hand. The bandages for my wounds, which were supposed to be in a python skin bag, were now all lying on the sand.

Afraid I would faint, Chi Chun anxiously asked, "Where are the medical supplies in the cabin? I'll go get them, tell me quickly!" I knew my condition was terrible, so I tried my best to recall with my half-conscious mind. "

In the center of the cabin hall, in the passageway, hanging on the wall of the sleeper berth," I said, the voice almost squeezed out between my teeth. After listening, Chi Chun slowly but quickly lowered my head, stood up, and ran towards the large warehouse. I wanted to call out to her and grab the pistol from my waistband, but after several attempts, I couldn't even open my mouth before she had already rushed to the middle of the deck.

"Bang." Another sniper rifle shot rang out. Lu Ya remained in her shooting posture, like a shooting team member participating in a competition. At this moment, facing my utter weakness, she was so much like a stubborn child, completely ignoring my earlier advice, and continued firing.

Seeing this situation, Yi Liang also hurriedly crouched down and ran over, picked up the AK rifle, and lay down beside me, firing towards the island's shore. The bronze-colored bullet casings in the chamber crackled and popped against the deck near my right ear. Amidst the intense bursts of fire, the occasional sniper rifle shot rang out.

Through my hazy eyes, I saw the fiery clouds in the sky again. This time, those crimson clouds were even more intense than when I woke up on the valley floor yesterday. Some of them resembled galloping chestnut horses, others like goats ablaze. This feeling made me feel more like I was lying in a trench amidst the raging gunfire.

I had always thought that girls like Yi Liang and Lu Ya had a much higher chance of hitting their targets by luck than by using the sights on the back of their guns. But at this moment, although the pain in my body was unbearable, a warm sense of comfort filled my chest.

The woman I had fought so hard to protect could now finally, like a resilient rose, shoulder the responsibility I hadn't completed in this special moment. Even

a man like me, who had been lonely and indifferent for so many years, needed a sense of security in my weakest moment. The intense gunfire around me made me feel less alone, giving me a sense of peace and reassurance.

I don't know how much time had passed when Chi Chun, holding a small medicine box with a red cross, squatted down in front of me. A small pair of steel medical scissors quickly cut away the blood-soaked strips of cloth binding my wounds. As the cool scent of iodine filled my nostrils, the burning pain in my shoulder was soothed by a gentle coolness.

"Don't worry, after cleaning the wound, I'll apply some medicine. This is a very effective hemostatic powder; you absolutely cannot lose any more blood." Hearing her gentle words, I felt as if rain was falling from the sky, the raindrops slightly hot. Did the fiery clouds really have a temperature? A woman's sobs gradually lingered in my ears. Oh! Just a few tears of heartache from a woman.

The screams of the monkey troop faded away as night fell, slowly quieting down. The half-box of ammunition on the deck held over two thousand rounds; even if the two of them had perfect accuracy, they could still take down all those monsters. They had no choice but to blame themselves for not fleeing, for recklessly trying to turn any human appearing on the island into food.

The psychological effect was enormous. After Chi Chun carefully and professionally bandaged my wound, although the medicine didn't take effect immediately, I knew that time would be the only way for it to heal.

Thankfully, I was able to find these targeted medications. My wounds, since the first bandage, had been soaked in seawater twice. Coupled with days of fighting and running, the shrapnel-covered cuts showed no sign of healing.

At this rate of deterioration, if I were to rely on those primitive, crudely made herbal remedies on the island, I probably wouldn't survive. Now, thinking about it, I could finally sleep peacefully for a while.

"Bang, bang, whoosh." I could clearly feel the bullets whistling towards me, hitting the metal edge of the gunwale in front of my head. I jerked my eyes open, trying to see which of the two, Yi Liang and Lu Ya, had fired the bullet so dangerously and swiftly.

"A gun is firing at us!" Lu Ya cried out, jolting my fading consciousness. "Get down!" came Chi Chun's loud command. "Whoosh, whoosh, bang, bang." Several more bullets flew in without warning.

"Quick, help me catch the horse!" The gunfire from the ship stopped. The three women bent over, Chi Chun grabbing my good arm, Yi Liang and Lu Ya pulling my legs, hurriedly hiding behind the gun emplacement.

A sense of foreboding flashed through my mind. Could it be that the bandits who escaped Ghost Monkey's pursuit hadn't died and were now on the shore shooting at me? In my current state of health, I was no longer capable of fighting. It was impossible to rely on two frail girls to stop the enemy from approaching the ship.

"Gun," I said with difficulty, raising one hand and closing my eyes. "No, you can't move anymore, your wound will bleed." In fact, Chi Chun was right. I couldn't move at all, and I didn't even have good vision.

"Don't panic, Ghost Monkey picked up the gun and is firing randomly." Yi Liang was clever enough to sense my inner thoughts. My heart sank from my throat back into my chest.

Ghost Monkey, seeing himself being shot one by one, must have come up with a quick idea out of desperation, picking up the weapons we had dropped and imitating humans to use them. For their kind, this was a great evolution, a leap across millions of years of primate evolution.

These ferocious wild creatures, even before their fur had completely fallen out, had already mastered the hunting technique of shooting poisonous stingers, demonstrating their abnormal evolutionary nature. If these remaining ghost monkeys were allowed to return alive, it would mean a qualitative change in the aggressiveness of the entire savage group.

If I were healthy now, even if I went off the boat to hunt them down again, I wouldn't let this happen. They probably retrieved more than twenty weapons discarded by the bandits near the mudflats.

Chapter 76: The Resounding Rose.

Yi Liang saw my trembling eyelids as I tried to open them, knowing I was anxious and focused on the battle on the shore. "There are still twenty or thirty ghost monkeys left. Two sniper rifles, three submachine guns, and a jungle rifle on the shore have become their weapons." Yi Liang, leaning against my head, had just finished speaking when another gunshot rang out from the shore.

Even in my dazed state, I could still discern from the sound that a pistol had fired a bullet. This troubled me further; had the remaining savages also figured out how to use a pistol?

"Oh!" My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly listened intently. It turned out that Chi Chun, while peeking at the shore from the edge of the fort, had accidentally bumped his head in his panic. "A monkey's pistol, which it was holding in its teeth, went off accidentally; its tongue and barbarian teeth exploded all over the ground."

I desperately wanted to speak, to tell Yi Liang to stop retaliating with the AK-47 rifle. Even if the monkeys' marksmanship was worse than hers, their luck was simply too bad. If Lu Ya had known to disguise herself and use an M25 sniper rifle at this moment, that would have been the best course of action. So

many things are unpredictable. If I had taught Lu Ya some basic sniping knowledge back then, it would have been incredibly useful right now. But I felt like I was in a dream; my brain was working, but my mouth and body couldn't convey any information.

"Bang." Another sniper rifle shot. My brain, like a startled tadpole in a water tank, thrashed about. This girl must be taking another risk. If she were to stand exposed on the deck and shoot like before, death would be watching her closely.

Yi Liang quickly grasped my trembling fingers pressed against the deck. She seemed like a spirit in my heart, always able to correctly guess my thoughts. "Don't worry, Luya is firing from behind the gun emplacement, the monkeys on the shore can't see her."

My heart, pounding with anxiety, felt like it was about to burst out of my throat. "Bullets." Luya's still childlike voice finally reached my ears. It was a healthy, alive voice, indicating she was fine, uninjured, alive, and still by my side.

The half-box of bullets should be at the anchored spot at the stern of the deck. If they needed it, they could use a rope, like a herdsman choosing the best horse, to lasso the box and slowly pull it over. Even if it took a few tries, they shouldn't have to bend over and run to pull the box. Otherwise, the monkeys' bullets don't discriminate.

Luckily, the sniper rifle bullets were in my trouser pockets. These trousers were field-grade, with many sturdy pockets in the front and back. When I carried the weapons out of the ammunition depot, I grabbed a handful at random; now my pockets probably had forty or fifty rounds of gleaming bronze-tipped bullets left.

Chi Chun's soft, delicate, warm hand gently slipped into the pocket below my abdomen. Because my clothes were clinging too tightly to my body, she couldn't fit her entire palm inside, so she had to use her index and middle fingers together to pry it in. The two soft bones couldn't hurt me, but the area they touched was sensitive.

Covered in pain, I was practically numb, which actually made me feel even weaker and more powerless. It was like the awkwardness of a strong, grown man lying in a hospital bed being helped by a young female nurse.

Lu Ya always walked with the bouncing sound of childhood play; I could clearly recognize her whenever she squatted down. Chi Chun handed her the bullet she had removed, followed by the click-clack of the magazine being reloaded. It was clear the girl was still excited and thrilled.

The bullet's surface was slightly greasy, and it occasionally slipped from her slender fingers, thudding against the surface of my left ribcage with a gurgling sound. This unsteady sound, like an invisible thread, kept pulling my mind from the brink of drowsiness.

If he were a real marksman, how safe I would feel, able to cast aside all worries and take a nap. But she wasn't. I knew that as long as I was active, I would be their pillar of support, enabling Luya to maintain her resolve and keep firing the sniper rifle.

"Bang, bang, bang..." From the increasingly rapid gunfire, I could sense that this little girl was getting more and more steady, gradually developing a good feel for the gun. The colors of the sky were obscured by my drooping eyelids. I wondered if the fiery clouds had also disappeared into the darkness. A gentle sea breeze began to drift across the vast ocean, and I felt the temperature on the deck dropping rapidly, as if I were lying on a floating sheet of ice.

The arrival of night was fair to both the shore and the ship, but unfair to the final outcome resulting from the advantages of each side. From Lu Ya's unwavering determination to keep firing, it was clear she could hit her target. Given enough time and light, all the monkeys on the shore would be reduced to corpses.

Returning fire could dispel fear and give courage. Lu Ya, who had been a spoiled child just moments before, now said with excited regret, "It's no use, the light is too dim, I can't see clearly, I can't hit them."

Yi Liang asked anxiously, "How many are left?" Actually, she knew; I was the one who most wanted to hear that number. "I don't know, maybe a dozen or so, or none at all." Lu Ya's tone was like a child complaining about not having had enough fun.

"Come on, let's get the horse into the cabin. I'll support his injured arm, you two pull his legs, remember to go slowly." Chi Chun, seeing that further confrontation was pointless, gave instructions like a commander.

"Okay!" Yi Liang responded enthusiastically. She felt that taking care of me was more important than anything else.

The three women worked together, dragging me to the hatch. The friction between my back and shoulders made me feel like I was dead, and my comrades were shoving me into the trench. "Wait, I'll find a plank and carry him down the stairs."

By then, I had completely fallen asleep. All the urgent problems in the cabin slipped from my anxious mind and disappeared from my consciousness. As long as the three girls were safe, they would understand my needs and help me with everything around me when I was powerless.

I hoped that the ghost monkeys on the shore had really been shot all by Lu Ya. If a few were left alive and escaped back to their tribe, then we on this big ship would be like the Cang Gui before us, with no way out.

Chapter 77: The eyeballs inside and outside the iron gate

didn't know how long they had been asleep, maybe a day, maybe two. The time I faced after regaining consciousness felt like a lifetime had passed. I lay on a long, comfortable plank bed, which felt much more comfortable and quiet than sleeping on a bearskin in a cave.

In the memories that flooded back with my awakening, this should be the second floor of the big ship, the sleeping cabin that the bandits had used. "You're awake." Hearing a soft exclamation, my gaze, which had been fixed on the ceiling, slowly turned to the right.

Yi Liang's weary eyes met mine, her pink corners tinged with a newly emerging joy. While I was unconscious, the three women had taken turns watching over me, sleeping on the symmetrical small plank beds beside me when they were tired.

"That's great! Are you hungry? I'll get you some food." Yi Liang said, then ran outside. I did want to eat, but more than hunger, I longed to see the three of them together, their peaceful and beautiful smiles appearing before my eyes.

A moment later, I heard the hurried footsteps of a woman in the passageway. "You finally decided to come." Before I could even see Chi Chun's face clearly, she threw herself into my arms as I sat up. The sweet scent of that mature woman's upper body filled my senses.

"Where's Lu Ya?" As soon as I opened my mouth to speak, I realized my body had been lying there like a stiff wooden board. "Oh, she's sleeping in the next barn. I'll go wake her." With that, Yi Liang stumbled out again, still caught up in the excitement of my awakening.

"I'm here." Her voice preceded her appearance. Lu Ya, barefoot, stomped her way into the deck, leaving Yi Liang behind. Her big eyes blinked, her smiling expression brimming with unspoken excitement.

This little one hugged me, then scrutinized me with her slightly reddened, moist eyes, as if examining a stranger. "Hehe, haha." Her slender, soft fingers poked my chest and pinched the bulging muscles on my arm, as if checking if I was the same person as a few days ago.

"What are you doing carrying a rifle? Nonsense, put it down!" Behind her long, flowing hair stood a black metal gun barrel; I immediately recognized it as a sniper rifle.

"I'll protect you, hehe." Those words instantly reminded me of what happened on the deck before I lost consciousness. With a "whoosh," I quickly twisted off the bed, grabbed Lu Ya's slender arm, flipped her over, pulled the sniper rifle off her back, and, barefoot and with my upper body wrapped in white gauze, rushed to the entrance to the upper hall.

The door was half-closed; listening up, there were no hurried footsteps. I forcefully pushed open the small door that resembled a skylight and leaped into the ship's hall.

Assembling a close-range sniper, I rapidly shook the gun, checking the surrounding corners. On the hall floor sat twenty or thirty women. They had put on some clothing, covering their lower bodies and breasts.

These women were already sitting close together, and my sudden appearance and the way I brandished the gun truly startled them, who were completely unprepared. A chorus of shrill screams instantly filled the entire hall.

Chi Chun must have told them that I wasn't harming innocent men. Seeing my current state, they didn't feel safe at all; instead, they quickly huddled together, heads pressed tightly together. Their aggrieved posture made it seem as if someone was standing beside them, ready to whip them.

I ignored these women of different eyes, skin colors, and hair types, and was anxious to find Cang Gui's location.

"Don't worry, it's safe up there," Yi Liang shouted as she ran along the lower passageway behind me. "Where's the old man who's tied up? Where is he?" I almost screamed myself hoarse. "In the hold where the guns are piled up." Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat. These three women were so foolish, making such a fatal mistake.

I've encountered many prisoners of war; their methods of breaking free and escaping are unimaginable to ordinary people. The more ruthless ones would drag their handcuffed hands out of the shackles, escaping with two bare, bloodied hands, skinless and fleshless.

Even worse, some would vanish without a trace, like they evaporated into thin air or were reborn, impossible to find. Like a toad, if you place it upside down on a cement floor with a porcelain basin, you'll be surprised to find nothing underneath the next day. These things are sometimes difficult to explain scientifically.

While Cang Gui isn't a toad, he's a seasoned bandit leader. Whether he has more powerful abilities or more ruthless tricks is information I can't currently speculate on or understand.

I saw the empty minebox I'd used crouching under the large round table, so I quickly grabbed a flashbang and quietly ran towards the ammunition compartment. Women are always kinder than men, and their awareness of danger isn't as high. After they carried the lying Cang Gui into the ammunition compartment, the door wasn't locked properly, leaving a ten-centimeter gap.

To avoid Cang Gui noticing my approach, I didn't push or pull the door, which would easily make a metallic noise. Pulling the flashbang's ring, I used the gap under the door to let the egg-shaped iron lump roll in.

To avoid any accidents, I deliberately steered the rolling mine away from the weapons and ammunition on the right side to prevent any unintended explosions. If Cang Gui had already broken free of his ropes inside, hiding in a dark corner with a machine gun, just waiting for anyone to go in to die, the danger of my recklessness would be far greater than that of the rolling flash bomb.

If I were to be careless and get shot dead by Cang Gui's sniper fire, the fate of this ship would be drastically different from that of the women inside. With Lu Ya's limited skill in shooting a few ghost monkeys, she was no match for Cang Gui, this beast that had broken free of its cage.

The flash bomb I threw in exploded in the pitch-black hangar in less than three seconds. The intense light, like dust billowing out after a skyscraper collapses, rapidly rolled out from under the gate, only to be neutralized by the natural light from the storage room.

I knew this kind of weapon that could instantly destroy the enemy's vision, so I closed my eyes the instant I threw it in. Even so, my eyelids felt thin, and the intense light shooting out made my brain buzz and I felt dizzy.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, um..." Cang Gui's painful groans immediately came from inside. I could tell that his mouth was still tightly bound with a strip of cloth, which gave away some information about the enemy. Cang Gui hadn't broken free of the ropes, otherwise, he would have removed that suffocating and nauseating tongue-gripping chain-like thing long ago. Chapter

78: The Stomach of a Captive

He must have been sleeping with his eyes closed at the time, or thinking about something: killing me and becoming the only man on this big ship. That way, his eyes wouldn't have been damaged too much. If, at the moment the intense light burst out in the darkness, he was wide awake, looking around and trying to escape, there was a possibility that he would have been blinded.

I don't care about his eyesight; even if I blinded him, it would be beneficial to a good person. Although I could treat Cang Gui's eyeballs like those of a crocodile or a giant bear, piercing them without a shred of mercy, I still didn't intend to use that method.

After all, I was facing one of my own kind, an old man who had already surrendered; there was no need to be so cruel. Moreover, doing so would easily kill him, losing the opportunity to extract crucial information from his tongue.

Taking advantage of the moment his vision was impaired, I suddenly pushed open the gate. The dim, diffused light entering the ammunition compartment was enough for me to see the moving target inside. Holding my sniper rifle, I quickly crouched and ran inside, taking cover behind a thick, round pillar.

Adjusting every muscle in my body, I quickly peeked out to the side, then quickly pulled my head back in. This process was like a flashlight suddenly flickering. Even if the cunning Cang Gui had just been feigning a whimpering sound to deliberately lull me into a false sense of security, my practiced peek-through maneuver, honed thousands of times, made it difficult for him to hit the target's head.

In the fleeting image I caught out of the corner of my eye, there was only a dark, humanoid figure bound to a rack previously used to torture women; I didn't see any outline resembling a gun. With this information, I confidently raised my rifle and approached the Cang Gui in the blurry corner.

The corner where the Cang Gui was located was even dimmer, making it impossible to see his expression, but I could sense that he had indeed been in great pain. At that moment, Yi Liang and Lu Ya also ran to the door. "Don't come in. Go to the sleeping pod and get a flashlight or something similar.

" "Okay." "The two girls responded in unison. From their long silhouettes reflected in the ammunition magazine, one could clearly discern the original image's movement as it ran away. I didn't approach Cang Gui, maintaining a distance of seven or eight meters, keeping my aim fixed on his chest.

I remembered when I was captured, I secretly broke free of my ropes, concealed a sharp dagger behind my back, pretended to still be bound, and when an enemy with a pistol approached, I slit their throat before they could react, exchanged clothes, and escaped.

"I brought it. Can we go in?" Yi Liang asked anxiously. Although she had sensed from my voice that I was still safe, she still wanted to see me alright as soon as possible. "Give the light source to Lu Ya and let her come in alone."

"Lu Ya, don't be afraid. It's alright here. Bring the light source over." A beam of intense light shot out from the gate, flickering twice against the dark walls of the opposite cabin before Lu Ya's slender figure entered, backlit by the dim yellow light of the storage room.

"Where are you?" she asked, seemingly frightened, even though she could clearly recognize my voice. "Don't shine it on my face, shine it on the iron rack in front of me!" I snapped. "Oh," she immediately realized her mistake and quickly shone the beam of light on the rack.

This girl was clearly inexperienced; shining a powerful flashlight on her own face in such a dimly lit room was like creating a miniature flash of light disaster.

I snatched the portable light source from Lu Ya's hand and shone it directly on Cang Gui's face. The guy, with a gag still in his mouth, was making grunts and winking, weeping in pain from the jarring effect of the previous staring.

“Girl, come here, aim the rifle at him. If he dares to move, shoot him like you shot the monkey, understand?” My words dispelled the fear I had just instilled in Lu Ya. “Yes!” Lu Ya readily agreed, taking the sniper rifle from my hand and striking the “K” pose she had used when shooting the monkey on the deck, solemnly pointing the barrel at Cang Gui.

I shone a bright light on Cang Gui’s tear-streaked, pockmarked face, making his squinting eyes unable to see clearly. His feet were still bound and wrapped up as before. Only now, a cold iron chain was wrapped around his neck on the iron pillar he was leaning against.

It must have been when Chi Chun and the others moved Cang Gui here that they tightened the chain again as a precaution. But what a bound person fears most is being exposed to sharp, angular objects; driven by the will to survive, a person can create miracles.

I moved Cang Gui's legs a few times. Under his grayish-blue sweatpants, there was a damp patch of urine, and a pungent, repulsive odor wafted up. For an ordinary person, this would be unbearable; they would instinctively cover their nose upon smelling it.

In my combat career, lying in trenches and feigning death for four or five days at a time, eating human flesh and smelling rotting corpses, I had long since become accustomed to it.

There were signs that Cang Gui's mouth had been untied; Chi Chun must have fed him. In critical moments, a lower animal cannot do these things; it requires mutual assistance among humans. But Cang Gui, on the contrary, became a bandit leader who rose to power by harming his own kind—truly pathetic and lamentable.

From the first time I saw Cang Gui, his head had been severely struck by the butt of a rifle, and now the wound was wrapped in white bandages. In the eyes of the three women, they had not witnessed the cruel scene firsthand, so facing such a kind-looking old man, they couldn't help but feel pity for him and took care of him somewhat excessively.

"How much food have you fed him?" I asked Lu Ya, my gaze never leaving Cang Gui, whom I was examining. "A little," Lu Ya replied curtly, as if she had been holding her breath for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out the words.

I could tell the girl was a little nervous, but it wasn't the nervousness she used to have due to timidity; it was the nervousness of someone extremely focused on something. From her initial aversion to firearms to her experience of the security that weapons brought after shooting the Ghost Monkey, and even now, she was still immersed in the thrill of hitting her target, showing a slight tendency towards obsession.

"How much is 'a little'?" I pressed. "A little is half a piece of bread, fed by Chi Chun." The girl seemed annoyed that I had disturbed her concentration on aiming at Cang Gui, her tone becoming impatient.

Lu Ya didn't understand the importance of feeding prisoners; keeping them on the verge of starvation but not death was the correct amount. "Brother Cang Gui, it seems you've eaten too much bread; you're so full you're rubbing against the ropes." I said coldly, pulling his wrists off his back.

Chapter 79: The Board That Fuels Desire

The gray-black nylon rope, thankfully only one centimeter in circumference, was now half destroyed by the physical effect of heat generated from metal friction. Cang Gui didn't flinch from the tug; the pain in his heart was greater than the pain in his eyes. To escape, this guy had used the smooth iron post behind him, rubbing against it for who knows how long, until several transparent blisters appeared on his wrists. But now, with the flashlight shining on it, that shameful hook was instantly destroyed.

If I had woken up any later, I can't imagine what would have happened. Cang Gui's hatred for me was extreme; setting the entire ammunition depot ablaze, perishing with the ship and its crew, would have been his own choice.

I untied the iron chain around his neck, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him into the hall. The chain binding Cang Gui only had ordinary binding effect; Chi Chun and the others' method of binding him was truly laughable. A man who had emerged from purgatory, if he were to erupt in anger, could easily tear apart this screw-tight chain cover. It was like grabbing a braid and violently tearing off a piece of bloody scalp.

Cang Gui groaned as I dragged him along, trembling with fear like a condemned prisoner heading to his execution, his eyes blindfolded. He couldn't fathom my intentions, but he knew his chances of survival were slim. Lu Ya hurriedly swung her rifle, following behind me, carefully aiming at the target I wanted her to lock onto.

The legs inside those sweatpants seemed boneless, more like a wet mop leaving a long trail on the floor. The strong stench made Lu Ya cover her mouth and nose. Yi Liang, standing at the gate, quickly stepped aside to let me pass.

The women crouching in the hall, seeing Cang Gui dragged out in such a disheveled state, trembled with fear again. It seemed Cang Gui had indeed done something cruel; the fear left in the victims' hearts lingered.

Grabbing Cang Gui's hind legs, I slowly lifted him onto the large round table we had been on before. Apart from being able to move his brain, a person bound like that couldn't do anything else. “Lie down, don’t waste the food in your stomach. In a few days you’ll know that living is more important than freedom.”

Chi Chun, carrying the child, walked onto the hall floor. She still had some lingering trauma and remained sensitive to all the commotion on the large ship. “How many days have I been asleep?” I took the gun from Lu Ya’s hand and gently stroked her little head.

Lu Ya stubbornly stuck out her neck, and since she couldn’t overpower my hand, she strained to look at me with her beautiful, clear black and white eyes. “Three days, three days. You’ve been talking in your sleep the whole time, and your limbs keep moving around. You’re harder to take care of than a child. Chi Chun has to chew your food and feed you.”

As soon as she finished speaking, my gaze turned to Chi Chun. This charming and alluring woman’s face, as white and smooth as cream, suddenly flushed with an alluring blush, resonating with the beauty of the sunset clouds in my memory.

Another stimulating message surged into my mind. I ran to the ammunition depot and pulled a portable submachine gun from the high stack of weapons. After rapidly reloading, the safety was pulled back with a "click."

"Don't kill anyone on the ship, please!" Chi Chun hurriedly covered the child in her arms who was still muttering in her sleep, making a gesture to leave the sleeping quarters. Her bright, gentle eyes held a distant, pleading look that could melt any man's hardened heart.

"Yi Liang, go get your AK-47 rifle. Lu Ya, here you go." With that, I handed her the sniper rifle. Chi Chun stopped running towards the sleeping quarters, and the women huddled together fell silent in shock.

Just as I reached the stairs to the cabin door, I suddenly remembered something and ran back to the torture rack in the ammunition depot. That torture device, resembling an operating table, was what the tall, thin man had used to restrain innocent women. He not only used rats to torture the weak, but he must have also used that large, gleaming axe leaning against the side.

That tall, thin man, utterly disregarding rules and humanity, might wield that massive axe, lifting and lowering it from the necks and chests of a woman bound to him, leering and forcing her to scream in agony to satisfy his twisted, perverse pleasure.

If he ever got drunk and, clumsily, accidentally maimed or killed a woman, Cang Gui would never consider it more serious than stepping on a rat. What do women mean to these savage men with their wicked hearts and vast fortunes?

I grabbed the enormous axe and turned to run outside. Passing the women huddled together, I terrified them, their soft, bare feet trembling, curling up even tighter, each one like a sleeping fetus in a pregnant belly.

Yi Liang brought the AK-47 rifle from her sleeping pod, her delicate face glistening with sweat. No one but myself knew what I was about to do. I overturned a small table in the hall, placed one foot on it, and began hacking away with the axe.

"Here, put these on quickly." Chi Chun held the child in one arm and placed the military boots I had taken off after I fainted at my feet with the other. This Japanese woman possessed a traditional sensitivity; she knew what kind of man she was handing these military boots to.

"Get away, the sawdust will hit you and the child." I quickly crouched down and put on the shoes that made me more stable. For a man from a mercenary background, the best equipment isn't leather shoes, ties, expensive watches, or suits. Although those things also have a camouflage function, they have more weight and allure than the responsibility beneath the green bearskin.

The four legs of the small table were quickly sheared off by the fierce axe. I picked out two more flashbangs from the mine box, then rolled the round tabletop to fix it like a wind screen at the top of the stairs, keeping it half a meter away from the hatch.

"Luya, Yiliang, you two stand on either side of the hall entrance, one on the left and one on the right, close to the frame. If anything rushes in, shoot at the round tabletop blocking the way; the bullets will naturally penetrate the wooden planks and kill the target.

" "Okay." "The two girls answered, then solemnly raised their guns, aiming them at the hatch. I pressed my ear against the metal hatch, carefully listening to the sounds outside the deck.

A breeze had picked up; the waves lapped against the hull with a dull thud. My ear, pressed against the metal, felt as if it too was being hit by the waves, swaying with the ship.

I turned back and gave the two girls a professional hand signal, indicating they should avoid eye contact after the flashbang was thrown.

But a slight furrow appeared between their delicate brows, as if casting a silent question mark. I then realized I had mistaken them for mercenaries again. "After I throw the flashbang, you two must close your eyes simultaneously to prevent eye strain." "To tell them this, I had to come down the stairs again.

I gently pried open the hatch bolt, making it like the gate of an ammunition depot, the only difference being that this time the gap at the bottom of the door was much smaller, just enough for the Thunder Egg to roll out.

Chapter 80: The Food Chain on the Deck

With a whoosh, a white light, accompanied by a cool breeze, rushed in from the hatch. "Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak..." A cacophony of noise immediately filled the deck. The hairs on my arms and back seemed to open their mouths in fright, sucking in the cool breeze.

Just as the hairs on my body stood on end, I slammed the hatch shut, plopped down, and leaned against the iron..." Ban gasped for breath. The sound was terrifying, like the end of the world, swallowing the will to live with overwhelming darkness.

Yi Liang and Lu Ya's hands trembled, their leveled gun barrels beating in unison with their terrified hearts. The screams that had just entered the cabin instantly conjured a horrifying image in their minds: the hundred-meter-long deck teeming with ghost monkeys, as if they had moved their tribe to the large ship, or as if their ship had drifted into their territory.

Lu Ya hadn't managed to wipe out all the ghost monkeys that had chased ashore that day, nor could she have disposed of their corpses in time. The news must have reached the ghost monkey tribe, triggering their entire... The tribe's need for food escalated into a hatred-driven revenge.

Actually, you can't blame Luya; for a girl who was already timid, to go to such lengths was quite remarkable.

If the troop of ghost monkeys that attacked the coast had left one watching from a distant valley, even if they had all been killed and the scene cleaned up without leaving a trace, it would have been difficult to prevent this situation from happening today.

Now, my greatest hope is that the large ship can capsize, or like a nuclear submarine, instantly submerge in the hundreds of meters of water, drowning all those vengeful little savages on deck. However, this is a passenger ship converted into a "hybrid," making it difficult to find a safe and effective firing position. They fired the wild creatures on the deck into the sea.

Previously, I had been worried that the monkeys would use firearms, but the current battle resembled a street fight in Blood City. In the short distance of the engagement, the advantage of our civilized weapons over their primitive ones quickly faded.

The monkeys' intelligence, without human intervention, was enough to make them the kings of the food chain on this island. They had learned from their crushing defeat on the coast three days ago, and after a heated discussion among the chiefs, they finally adopted this "siege" tactic.

I had truly underestimated the monkeys, categorizing their tactics the same as those of leopard packs. "Clang, clang, clang, clang." "The banging of the monkeys on the door sounded like rude raiders. Luckily, the hatch wasn't opened by pushing or pulling. Otherwise, they would have stormed in.

The metal bolts were very sturdy. I learned this the first time I infiltrated a large ship. Now I'm truly grateful for the sense of security these metal objects provide.

When the monkeys first climbed onto the deck, they hadn't figured out where the entrance to this swaying ship was. The lightning I had cautiously thrown earlier had injured the eyes of the monkeys crouching near the hatch, preventing them from attacking me immediately. The monkeys further away from the hatch, although they had also noticed this place, had already left the locked hatch to them by the time they arrived.

'Put down your guns; shooting won't solve the problem.'" Seeing the fear and unease on my face, the two girls also became dejected. Luya's earlier joy vanished without a trace.

From a humble, dilapidated cave to this luxurious ship, she had suddenly become a little princess, jumping and skipping with delight for who knows how long. How could a child raised in poverty not be filled with innocent curiosity, touching and rummaging through everything?

Perhaps in the eyes of the nobles who had once traveled on this ship, Luya's behavior seemed extremely vulgar, but the kindness and sincerity shining in her childlike heart could never be compared to those who had climbed into high society but secretly engaged in despicable acts.

Now, the ship was surrounded by layers of monstrous monkeys guarding the deck. The palace in Luya's heart had now become a tomb filled with the aura of death. The grave. She and Yi Liang were born into a poor, muddy town; the beauty of the world seemed so far out of reach. They finally acquired this hard-won large ship, but before they could even celebrate for a few days, God cruelly took it away.

Sitting at the round table in the hall, I felt utterly helpless. Even looking at that lewd ghost, I felt a budding sense of human compassion. When the ship docked, it was anchored at the stern. Although I had some seafaring experience, I was mostly assigned to work above deck.

From the thick anchor chain at the stern, it was immediately obvious that it was a high-holding-force anchor. This type of anchor with a swivel claw is called a high-holding-force anchor because of its high holding-to-weight ratio.

The characteristics of this type of anchor are a large contact area of the claws, allowing it to grip deep and extensive seabed, resulting in high holding power. Amazing, but the anchor claws are easily damaged and inconvenient to store. If we force our way through without retracting the anchor chain now, we'll be taking an even greater risk.

When the pirates approached the island's shore, they deliberately lowered the anchor to the bottom, letting it hook onto silt or something to secure the vessel. If the ship drifts, the anchor hooks onto something at an angle from the side to achieve this. When raising the anchor, it's lifted vertically from the bottom, so there's little resistance.

But now, heading into the deep sea, this heavy "iron tail" could easily snag on reefs or seabed rocks, trapping us there. Even if the monkeys on deck are blown away by the storm or starve to death, losing their threat, those in the cabin will soon follow suit if food runs out.

What if... Before we were trapped, we encountered the Shanghai Demon. No matter how vast the sea, we couldn't escape the saying "enemies meet on a narrow road."

For cargo ships like the old Bassadi, what I know best is mast operation. Now, another difficulty is that one person cannot operate such a large ship. I myself must first figure out how to start it, and then teach the women on board to cooperate.

Using the ship's position to deal with the monkeys guarding the deck is simply not feasible. The only way is to reverse cause and effect: first clear the monkeys' encirclement, then reel in the anchor chain, only then is there any possibility of breaking free.

Assuming the monkeys on deck are eliminated, but the ship ultimately fails to start, I can only rely on my old skills: using the mast to convert wind power, allowing the ship to move in a controlled manner, preventing it from drifting aimlessly.

So close to the coast, if they accidentally ran aground, there was no way to save them with the manpower available.

Chapter 81: Brain Transcription

Seeing the panic after I blocked the hatch with the table and threw out the flashbang, Chi Chun guessed what had appeared on the deck. For safety, she had already put the baby in the sleeping pod, and now she was coordinating with twenty or thirty women to rush rice, bread, and sealed bacon from the storage room into the sleeping pod.

Chi Chun was indeed a mature woman, able to anticipate danger in advance and calculate the escape route in time. If there had been a mistake when the hatch was opened a crack, and the ghost monkey that forced its way in could not be suppressed, everyone could still hide on the second floor. In the worst case scenario, having food in hand would not cause panic.

"Wait." My shout immediately stopped the women moving the goods. They all stared at me in astonishment, and in their bright, strange eyes, only Chi Chun looked at me with a panicked yet slightly ambiguous gaze, unlike the other victims, who showed such mechanical behavior.

“Come with me,” Chi Chun insisted, still clutching a pile of bread in her arms, her alluring eyes wide with confusion as she looked at me. I grabbed her soft arm and ran towards the sleeping pod like a whirlwind.

“We can’t give up like this. I’ll give you what you want, for our child.” She seemed to have overcome her fear and started pleading. I ignored her and dragged her towards the small cabin next to the galley. The door to the cabin wasn’t big, about a meter and a half high, but a red cross was prominently displayed on it.

Anyone who had been to the battlefield would recognize it as a military medical storage room. I kicked the door open and pulled Chi Chun inside. “You know all these Western medicines. We must find a way to concoct them into a poison that is lethal to primates. Whether we can leave the deck alive depends on you.” Upon hearing my words, Chi Chun’s face flushed instantly.

She had mistaken my frantic dragging of her towards the sleeping pod for a desperate act of pleasure before death, a desire for intimacy. Now that she understood my intention, she couldn't help but blush with embarrassment.

"How difficult is it? Tell me quickly! If it's possible, I'll go prepare other tools." My urgency quickly dampened her shy blush. "Give me time, let me think it over." Saying this, she hurriedly squatted down and began rummaging through the small bottles of liquids and pills placed together.

Chi Chun frowned, her beautiful brows furrowed, her small, peach-shaped lips slightly pursed; the way she was trying to think was undeniably alluringly professional. "Hmm, iodine, active mold, organic acids, tannins, inorganic salts, alkaloids, glycosides." She pondered deeply, then shook her head repeatedly, rejecting her own ideas.

"Tell me which chemical element you need, and I'll find it for you. This ship has gunpowder and gold—I mean, it can be dissolved into some kind of element. Oh, right, right, there are drugs, methamphetamine, and other ingredients." As soon as

I finished speaking, Chi Chun's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and her alluring eyes flashed with delight.

"I've got it, I've got it! Go find it, and I can mix it." Chi Chun's happy smile, contrasting sharply with her earlier anxious expression of being troubled by a man, created a striking contrast of beauty that was captivating and unexpected.

I ran up to the deck like a gust of wind. At this moment, Cang Gui was no longer bothered by the irritation to his eyes. He lay peacefully on the large round table, like an old man who had passed away peacefully.

"Cang Gui, don't be so smug. If we get through this today, we'll let you live. But if you can't withstand the onslaught of the Ghost Monkey, I'll let you know what it truly means to be worse than dead." I brought my face close to his ear, threatening him with a hint of menace.

The guy did hear what I said, but his face remained expressionless, except for a few twitches in his loose eyelids. I could tell that his dry, flabby face was filled with smug contempt, not a signal for me to remove the gag from his tongue.

"I'm opening your mouth now. You need to tell me where the drugs are hidden on the ship. I know you found a chest of gold and have a large quantity of drugs. We're dealing with outsiders now, so there's a great opportunity for cooperation. You need to think carefully. As one of their kind, I don't want to see you thrown out of the cabin, to be torn apart and devoured alive by those little savages." As soon as

I finished speaking, I quickly ripped the gag from his mouth. "Go to hell, you little bastard! I grew up eating human flesh alive, do you think I'm afraid of your threats? Go to hell… ugh…" Before he could finish his curse, I picked up the gag again and shoved it into his chapped mouth.

"The battle is over, why get angry? Now that you know I'm not Tanmu Jing's brother, you should be happy. Your current state isn't due to betrayal or abandonment. In hell, you and your henchmen will be together, lying on the instruments of atonement, listening to each other's wails."

Cang Gui's relaxed eyelids twitched again, this time not with mockery, but with anger towards me. It was incomprehensible that someone so fallen would waste his breath cursing and uttering such pointless and arrogant words.

"I've had a hobby since I was little: peeling the skin off people's skulls. Please cooperate. I said, don't move while I'm cutting your flesh, not that you need to tell me where the drugs are hidden."

With that, I pulled out a dagger from my boot, grabbed his gray hair, and began to wield the sharp dagger like a seal engraving.

Cang Gui had been starving for days; his forehead was severely sallow, and the wrinkles on it became more distinct as the blade slowly slid across the gaps. Blood, like half a red wing flapping from a sparrow's nest, slowly seeped across his bumpy, pockmarked face, sometimes accumulating, sometimes overflowing.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh." It was clear the old man hadn't expected me to act so directly and bluntly; it certainly took him by surprise. I ignored him and continued manipulating the dagger, slicing along his forehead.

Actually, I only lightly cut four centimeters of flesh from his forehead. When his gagged mouth began to whimper, I silently flipped the dagger, still cutting flesh, to the back. But at that moment, Cang Gui still mistakenly imagined the coolness of the steel against his skin as the sensation of cutting flesh.

I ripped the object out of his mouth again, waiting for him to speak. "You fucking have the guts to shoot me dead! Torturing me like this, what kind of man are you?"

He kept cursing, and I didn't care, but a sudden, chilling remark really angered me. This old villain, even on his deathbed, still felt others treated him badly, yet he didn't repent for his sins. If I really killed him, he'd probably anger the King of Hell again.

Chapter 82: Spoiled Poison Flour

"Giving you pleasure, making you comfortable, letting you do as you please, makes you a man with guts? What kind of man are you? Go shoot men with your guns, hurting innocent women is what makes you a man with guts. Aren't you afraid I'll castrate you?" My cold tone was indeed tinged with anger. "

Kill me if you want, why all this nonsense? Fight me if you dare, damn it, that's what a man with guts is." Cang Gui was somewhat exasperated, his eyes rolled back so wide that you couldn't see his pupils. Perhaps the pain in his forehead made him even more resentful.

"A duel? When you were indiscriminately killing the innocent and robbing wealth and women, did you ever give anyone a chance to duel? Put away your bandit theory. Your only chance is to tell me where the drugs are hidden on this ship."

My words contained a benevolent defense, but Cang Gui suddenly fell silent. I knew he was determined to persist with this desperate, all-or-nothing approach. Continuing this interrogation would only waste time and wouldn't yield any answers.

Turning my face, I surveyed all the women in the hall. "Now I'm dividing you into groups. You'll scatter to every corner of the cabin and search for the hidden drugs. Our survival depends on those things."

The dozen or so women who had been carrying food with Chi Chun exchanged glances, trying to glean a hint of acceptance or rejection from each other's expressions. "Don't worry, I'm not bringing that kind of thing to harm anyone. You can go ahead and search. Lu Ya, take ten people to search the engine room. Black girl, you take the rest of the people to search the sleeping quarters."

Lu Ya's dejected mood vanished instantly. She slung her sniper rifle over her frail shoulder, about to take the lead, but then looked up at me with a puzzled expression.

"What are drugs? What do they look like?" I realized then that I had been too hasty and my words were somewhat incoherent. "Flour, the ingredient used to make noodles in the town's tavern. When you're searching, if you see any boxes or bags that might contain a white powdery substance, break them open and examine them. If you find anything suspicious, call me immediately."

As I explained to the naive young girl, Lu Ya, I picked up the gleaming hatchet, ready to chop down several large wooden tables. "What should I do?" A gentle question emanated from the girl's soft voice, like a soothing raindrop. I had completely ignored Yi Liang.

"Hmm..." Gripping the axe, I squinted, my mind racing. My chaotic thoughts seemed to be whispering amongst themselves, unable to pinpoint what Yi Liang should do.

"Go and pile all the food in the cabin onto the floor in the center of the hall. Also, take all the rice from those bags to the kitchen and cook it into rice balls. Can you do that?" Yi Liang wiped the sweat from her white temples and nodded vigorously.

It seemed the bandits had intentionally brought too little food before the transaction. In the storage room, there were only 500 jin of rice, 30-40 boxes of black bread and dried smoked meat. This ration wasn't enough to get us back to our origin after the transaction was successful.

They were too generous with the sea and Lin Island, always thinking that food and women should belong to them as soon as they passed right under their noses. The bandits didn't bring back a single piece of crocodile meat from the muddy swamp; instead, they lost their own flesh and blood.

After hacking away for ages, I chopped several large tables, which had been perfectly intact, into strips. I found some long iron nails in the ammunition depot and nailed the strips to the sides of the rectangular wooden planks I'd chopped, making it look like a baking tray for desserts.

One of these tools wasn't enough, so I chopped down all five unused tables and made five. Luya's group didn't find anything in the engine room. The black girl's group also returned empty-handed. The

Canggui lying on the large table, seeing our fruitless search, didn't show the expected mockery; instead, it painfully closed its eyes, wanting to sever all ties with the world.

"We didn't find anything like flour," Luya said to me, her large, disappointed eyes filled with resentment. My heart sank, and I quickly looked at the black girl who had appeared in the hall almost at the same time as Luya. Their answers were the same.

"How about I take a flashlight and search in the dark warehouse?" Luya saw my disappointed expression; she didn't want to be left out, so she persisted. "No. From now on, no one is allowed in the ammunition depot without my permission." Luya

was stunned by my reprimand, unable to understand why I had acted that way. "It's dangerous in there. I don't want you to go in to avoid causing trouble. I'll search the ammunition depot myself in a bit."

The three most likely places to hide drugs on this large ship are the engine room, the sleeping quarters, and the ammunition depot. Since they hadn't found anything in the first two locations, the ammunition depot was the most likely.

"The rice is starting to cook, but the pot is a bit small; we can't cook that many rice balls in a short time." Yi Liang, her forehead damp with sweat, rushed up from the kitchen.

"How long will it take to cook everything?" Seeing her struggling alongside me, my eagerness for an answer was mixed with a surge of tenderness. "Hmm, it's hard to say exactly, but at least five or six hours."

"Good, hurry up and cook, and be careful not to burn the food. Luya, you guys open the bread and bacon packages and neatly stack them on the floor; I'll need them later." With that, I grabbed my axe and flashlight and headed towards the ammunition depot.

I couldn't get anything out of Cang Gui's mouth. He harbored deep resentment for my previous deception, and the fact that I hadn't properly broken down his resistance, and then directly slashed his scalp, only fueled his determination to die rather than compromise.

Torture was no longer practical. Excessive physical harm would only hasten his death. Prolonged physical punishment, however, didn't meet the urgent need. It seemed I could only rely on deduction and luck to find the drugs myself.

"Oh, and another thing. That flour has gone bad. The food cooked in it will definitely smell burnt. What should we do?" Yi Liang suddenly called out to my back as I was about to enter the gate. Just as

I was about to think about how to deal with the spoiled food, the thoughts that had been racing through my mind suddenly vanished, as if welcoming a king. With a clang, I dropped the axe in my hand, turned around, and drew my dagger.

In the corner of the storage room, there were still five bags of rice that hadn't been moved to the sleeping pod in time. The tip of the dagger, like a steel needle puncturing an inflated balloon, easily pierced the woven fish-scale bags, causing the white rice inside to gush out like the tears of a wronged woman.

Chapter 83: The Awakening of Fierce Cells
When I pierced the fifth bag, it was still rice spilling out. My heart skipped a beat. Could it be that what Yi Liang said was really spoiled flour? Thinking of this, I suddenly got up and ran towards the kitchen next to the sleeping pod.

The lying ghost's face was ashen, and his rabbit-like, split lips trembled. Seeing his expression, I felt even more at ease. The moment we entered the gate, Lu Ya and Yi Liang also understood this possibility.

Chi Chun was squatting on the floor, mixing drug solutions, with several large basins beside her from somewhere. She squatted very low, her knees pressed together, making her cleavage particularly noticeable, as if the milk inside was overflowing with resentment because no man had tasted it. "Did you find the heroin?" I didn't speak, but stepped over Chi Chun and rushed into the kitchen behind her.

Rice was bubbling away in a large silver pot. The thin lid on top rattled incessantly from the high-temperature steam. On the floor under the tableware, an empty rice bag lay curled up. And standing next to the kitchen utensils, a bag that had just been torn open was the spoiled flour that Yi Liang had mentioned.

I dipped my finger in it and gently rubbed it on the tip of my tongue. "Found it. The purity is extremely high." I excitedly shouted to Chi Chun across the corridor, then bent down to examine the other three intact bags.

There were three bags of heroin hidden in the large ship, weighing approximately 150 pounds. If smuggled into any country, it would ruin countless healthy bodies and the dignity of young people.

Compared to the massive quantity of weapons, this heroin didn't seem to be the main item in the transaction. If the bandits were using it themselves, they wouldn't need to disguise it with rice. The most likely conclusion was that it was intended for the pirates on the Sea Demon.

Chi Chun had already mixed several basins of the potion; her fair, delicate hands held a wooden stick, stirring it incessantly. Looking at Chi Chun squatting from behind, the cleft of her plump buttocks and the cleavage of her exposed breasts possessed a similar beauty, arousing desire in any man.

At this moment, the thought of hundreds of demonic monkeys squatting above my head immediately swallowed that thought with panic.

"Chi Chun, how effective is this drug? It shouldn't be too toxic. Ideally, the person poisoned should show no adverse reactions within one or two hours."

This time, my request didn't cause Chi Chun to frown or look troubled. She said, "These elements can't be formulated into a slow-acting poison. The fastest onset time is between thirty minutes and an hour. Symptoms of accidental ingestion include vomiting, dizziness, heart spasms, until the heart stops beating."

"Alright, try your best to adjust the toxicity of the drug to be slow-acting yet lethal to the target. I'll go up and prepare."

Upon entering the hall, I dragged Cang Gui off the large table and placed him on a small, intact table. Those bandits of the past had raped countless women on this table. Now, I'd let this scourge experience it for himself.

With the large table cleared, I used my axe to whittle the surface down to fit perfectly between the stairwell and the cabin door, deliberately leaving the table legs intact.

"The potion's here," Lu Ya and Yi Liang said, carrying the milky-sloshing liquid into the hall. I dipped a stick into the basin and turned to Cang Gui.

"Brother, why don't you try it yourself? I can't just force you to submit to me at gunpoint; I'll give you a little something in return!" Cang Gui, now on the small table, kept his eyes half-closed, spying on our movements. When he saw me approaching with a wicked grin, holding a small wooden stick, he immediately recoiled in fright, as if terrified of the smell.

This old bastard, so lewdly bound, couldn't escape the ring no matter how much I pulled. I grabbed his hair and continued, "You'd better test the drug's effects on everyone, or I'll shove the gag in your mouth until it's soaked."

"Ugh, ugh, ugh." Cang Gui had lost his earlier stubbornness, like a pig lying on a slaughterhouse, about to be killed, suddenly seeing his companions, who had just been alive and well, now hanging on meat hooks with only half their bodies remaining. Fear made all his muscles and nerves twitch violently.

"Scream, scream as loudly as you can. The louder you scream, the happier the women you've abused will be." Cang Gui was too scared to hear what I was saying, only trying to avoid the wooden stick that was near his lips like a cobra.

The old man shook his head frantically like a madman, refusing to cooperate at all. I suddenly reached out and pinched his chin hard, forcibly shoving the wooden stick into his mouth. Listening to his gagging sounds, and his cursing tongue, the kind of pleasure I felt as a child poking mudfish came rushing back to me.

After dealing with the Cang Gui, I tossed the slightly bloodstained wooden stick aside and started walking towards the stack of bread. Seeing me approach, the women, as if afraid of being assaulted, quickly retreated, covering their genitals.

"Don't be afraid, the scar on my chest is the same as yours." After saying this, my bloodlust subsided considerably. Ever since firing the first bullet at the bandits on the large ship, my bloodlust had been boiling like a shot of adrenaline. The battles of the past few days had awakened many dormant cells in me, making me more and more like a mercenary.

If there were no enemies around, I had to adjust this mindset promptly, otherwise I might easily harm innocent bystanders.

"The rice balls are here." Chi Chun, Lu Ya, and Yi Liang, carrying steaming hot rice balls, enthusiastically brought them up. Seeing these three women immediately eased my fear. Their beauty and love were perhaps the most effective tranquilizers for me in the world.

“Here, take this. Each of you use two small wooden sticks to hold the food, dip it in the white medicinal liquid, and then put the food in this big wooden drawer.” Luya, being a child, found this very interesting and gradually ignored the danger posed by the ghost monkeys on the deck.

The medicinal liquid, floating with white foam, was shaken violently by Luya, almost splashing onto Yiliang's arm several times. The food she was holding felt like she was holding my heart.

“Be careful, this is poison; it's dangerous if it gets on your skin.” When Luya dipped the food, she didn't do it carefully; instead, she stirred it up like water, deliberately creating bubbles that she thought were fun.

“Oh, that's powerful.” "Ever since I scolded Luya for her carelessness in brandishing her gun when she escaped on the shore last time, she's become much more cunning.

The women who covered their chests and genitals with strips of cloth stood by, staring blankly at us. They'd never seen a ghost monkey before; perhaps they thought there were vultures on the deck, and that I was going to feed those big birds that would bristle with feathers if I fired a shot.

Chapter 84: Hypocritical Food

This misunderstanding easily made them think that I, an Asian man, was absurd, why I didn't fight the vultures with a gun instead of playing these childish tricks. And now, I'd rather be absurdly contaminate large amounts of food with poison than use a gun to deal with those creatures of nature.

The food, soaked in poison, was piled thickly on the wooden trays. Yi Liang brought out pot after pot of rice balls from the kitchen in the sleeping pod. The five wooden trays were quickly filled with a mixture of smoked meat, bread, and rice.

"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough cough." "The drug on Cang Gui has taken effect. His face is contorted in an exaggerated way, like a child suddenly suffering from appendicitis. Lu Ya immediately stopped what she was doing and looked at Cang Gui on the small round table in surprise.

"Don't worry about him. The human body's resistance to drugs is much greater than that of the ghost monkey. I'll only feed him a little. I won't let his soul leave his body so easily." Apart from the women who were persecuted by Cang Gui, the three of them always found it hard to understand my actions.

Five wooden trays filled with food were lined up in the center of the luxurious hall floor, each containing a different kind of food, exuding a tempting allure. For those who were starving, even if they knew that these were hypocritical foods that looked beautiful, it was easy to pounce on them and bite without thinking. The consequence of not being able to resist was only one: death.

When chopping the wooden table, I deliberately left a few long wooden sticks. I had the women in the hall work together to carry the five wooden trays to the side of the cabin door, and then split the one into A rectangular wooden table with legs was securely wedged into the stairwell beneath the hatch.

To ensure everything went smoothly, I squeezed the arms and buttocks of the abused women, selecting those with stronger bodies and handing them long wooden sticks.

These women, whose clothes couldn't conceal their ample breasts and shapely buttocks, had become very afraid of men's touch. When my hand touched their skin, I could clearly feel their heartbeats and their fear of resistance.

Some women's flesh was very soft; without force, it was difficult for my fingers to reach their delicate bones. If I used too much force, the women would let out soft moans of pain.

"Now we'll practice. In a moment, I'll slightly lift the hatch. You all wait for the opportune moment, and when the gap is level with the wooden push-pull drawer, you must quickly use the long stick to push the drawer out. Remember, this process must not be paused, and you must not obstruct the hatch, which could close at any moment." "

As soon as I finished speaking, everyone's solemn faces immediately showed a hint of excitement and tension. 'Yi Liang, listen carefully. Take the portable submachine gun I just loaded with bullets. When I raise the hatch three centimeters high, you need to stick the muzzle out from under the door crack and fire fiercely to clear away the monkeys crowding the doorway, allowing the wooden pusher to be pushed out smoothly.'

'Okay, sure.' Yi Liang nodded firmly to me like a little soldier facing a siege, encouraging herself as well. I stroked her head with my rough hand, helping her relax and do it boldly.

'When you fire, be careful of the blowpipes the monkeys might stick in. Those things are more lethal than guns now; a mere graze could be fatal. Also, don't close your eyes, don't let your hands shake, and definitely don't drop the gun. If a bullet hits the metal hatch, it will bounce and cause injury.'

'Don't worry, I'd rather get shot by a Stinger than drop the gun. '" "Yi Liang said, her eyes red. "No!" I shouted angrily. "The purpose of doing this is to protect each and every one of you. Silly girl, not getting hurt by the poisonous stinger is the best promise you can make to me." This was the first time I had ever lost my temper with Yi Liang. Although she was deeply in love with me, she had no idea what an abyss of pain I would feel if I lost her.

I glanced at the women standing beside me, who seemed a little nervous because of my expression while talking to Yi Liang. "Will the ghost monkeys eat these things?" Lu Ya, who was standing behind me, asked with a slightly childish, girlish voice,

her voice filled with curiosity and worry. Her words startled me. I had only considered the method, but I hadn't put myself in the ghost monkeys' shoes and tried to understand the feelings of those who eat raw food. If all the effort I had put into this was impractical and didn't conform to the ghost monkeys' eating habits, it would be utterly absurd and leave no chance of survival.

“Luya, you really are…” Before I could finish speaking, I ran back to the hall. Sticky white foam was bubbling from Cang Gui's mouth, like the bits of grass a cat had left behind. “Hang in there, it’ll be over soon.”

Regardless of how Cang Gui interpreted my softened words, I dragged him to the surgical instrument used to bind women, laying him in a spread-eagle position, securing him firmly.

Back in the hall, I retrieved the basin with the remaining liquid and placed it under Cang Gui's head. “Brother Cang Gui, now use your black blood to save kind people, so that when the King of Hell asks what good deeds you’ve done, you won’t be at a loss.”

As soon as I finished speaking, Cang Gui trembled. Back at the table in the hall, the chandelier was bright, and Cang Gui’s courage, illuminated by the light, stubbornly defied me.

Now, lying on the gloomy torture table, he must be recalling the horrific scenes of torturing women, that indomitable banditry, which crumbled instantly before the consequences of his actions.

I pressed my left hand against his left cheek, my thumb scraping his neck, making the artery bulge beneath the reddened skin. "I lost too much blood from your shell, and the women here are also on their day of mourning. On this ship, you're the one with the most blood; it's your turn to offer yourself. Compared to the women lying on top before, at least you're experiencing seriousness."

The sharp dagger, with a "swish," sliced through that thin layer of flesh, creating a wound. Crimson blood, with a strong, pungent salty odor, sprayed out. Cang Gui was already crying in

terror. At this moment, he was so helpless and desolate, so desperately yearning for sympathy and humanity, for everything he had betrayed. The bottom of the basin, like an expired fruit can, bulged with its metal lid, causing the flowing blood to splatter against it. This sound was more terrifying than the pain itself. He struggled to kick his limbs, trying to release his fear, but the more agitated he became, the stronger the blood gushing from his neck flowed.

When the blood at the bottom of the basin was high enough to float a miniature plastic toy, I pressed down on his wound and called for Chi Chun. "Chi Chun, go get some hemostatic medicine and bandage Cang Gui's neck."

Cang Gui's limbs stopped struggling and he began to tremble all over. He must be very cold and want to warm himself by a fire. I know that feeling all too well.

Chi Chun rushed in, carrying a small medicine box with a red cross engraved on it. "Stop the bleeding if you can save his life. If the chances are slim, conserve the medicine." My cold words made Chi Chun feel how terrifying and ruthless I was. He didn't know what kind of person I was treating so cruelly.

Chapter 85: A Slaughter Drill
Cang Gui's tears flowed down his temples and accumulated in the hollows of his ears. "He lost 8000-9000 ml of blood. His condition is very bad. I'll bandage him. Go find a blanket; it will warm him up." Chi Chun must have faced many similar situations in the past. Her anxious words and serious expression made it seem as if she were performing surgery on a patient, and I had become her assistant.

"No need to be nervous. Just give him the worst possible medical care. He can't afford to pay your medical bills with money stained with blood and filth now." I said coldly, picking up the basin of viscous blood and heading towards the food near the hatch.

There was too much food on the wooden tray; the blood in the basin alone wasn't enough. I brought a full bucket of water from the galley in the sleeping pod. The diluted blood, while less viscous, still retained its smell. This was enough to stimulate the appetites of the monkeys with their keen sense of smell.

After evenly sprinkling the blood on the poisoned food, I began directing everyone in the drill. "Don't be nervous, follow my commands." The women with sticks all assumed ready-to-go stances, as if preparing for a battle. In reality, this was a battle for survival.

"Poke!" With a shout, the rectangular wooden tray slid off the table with a whoosh, slamming against the bottom of the hatch. Perhaps the women were a little nervous, or hadn't quite found their footing yet; their push was a bit off-center.

One of the long-haired blonde women, due to the excessive force, had one of her large breasts, encased in cloth, spill out, overflowing with milk. Freed from the support of her bra, it sagged downwards like a swollen water bag, refusing to stop thrashing about. An embarrassed expression immediately flashed across the blonde woman's alluring face.

When I rescued them from the cabin, none of them cared about the shame of being naked. Now that they were safe, the women had returned to their normal ethical state.

Using the friction of the wooden drawer, I estimated the time it would take for the drawer to completely pass through the hatch after it opened, but it still felt too slow. "Don't be nervous, stay calm, and push it out in one go. Black girl and Luya, you two take turns supporting the drawer's sliding direction. Everyone try a few times to get the feel for it."

A few glistening beads of sweat trickled down Yi Liang's pretty face, like pink lotus flowers in the early morning, adorned with swaying dewdrops. “Yi Liang, go to the hall, find a small wooden table, and fire a few shots at it to get used to the feel of firing the weapon.”

“Okay, what about you?” Yi Liang agreed readily, seemingly genuinely nervous and lacking confidence. “I must maintain firm control of the hatch and prevent the Ghost Monkey from gaining control. Come on, come with me.”

I placed my hand on Yi Liang’s shoulder and helped her back to the hall, setting up the large table where Cang Gui had been lying in front of a small metal cabinet. “Do we have to shoot?” Yi Liang realized I wanted her to practice firing at the wooden board.

“Come on, imagine this tabletop I’m holding is the hatch. When I lift it up three centimeters, immediately crouch down, insert the gun barrel, and spray bullets in a fan shape at the metal cabinet. Make sure your imagination is realistic and you get used to the feel.”

The anxiety on Yi Liang’s face immediately relaxed; she was eager to try. Right now, her biggest fear wasn’t the Ghost Monkey, but rather failing and letting me down.

"Don't be nervous. You've been through so much danger with me, I know you've always tried your best. Don't worry so much about my feelings, you need to let go of your burdens, okay?" After saying that, I kissed her fair and delicate forehead, calming her down.

A man's love can inspire a woman's courage and make her stronger. The fragrant sweat that seeped from Yi Liang's forehead was warm. The moment I kissed her, she naturally closed her eyes, giving herself completely, waiting for me.

Those few translucent beads of sweat seemed to heed the girl's advice, stretching out her arms, quietly waiting for the moment my lips approached, gently and timely embracing them.

"Let's begin." I quickly lifted the tabletop, and Yi Liang, like someone dodging an enemy's high whip kick in combat, quickly squatted down, fitting the gun barrel appropriately under the wooden board. "Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat, ding-ding-ding-ding." The submachine gun made a sound, spitting out bullets that sprayed sparks, densely drilling forward, hitting the small cabinet covered with white tin, instantly creating countless holes.

Chi Chun, who was bandaging Cang Gui in the ammunition depot, was unaware of the drill in the hall. She rushed to the door of the storage room, her face filled with astonishment, only to find me and Yi Liang there.

"You scared me to death! I thought savages had stormed in," Chi Chun said, repeatedly patting her chest to calm her racing heart.

Her actions were merely a formality, a way to comfort herself. Because Chi Chun was a voluptuous woman currently breastfeeding, unlike men, her heart was throbbing beneath her full breasts. The vibrations of her hands only caused the milk to swell, impacting the soft areolas and releasing a few drops of sweet juice. What a waste!

After Yi Liang finished firing her magazine, I took four or five more fully loaded magazines from the depot and handed them to her. "Fire a few more bullets to warm up your hand. Then repeat the magazine-changing motion a hundred times, trying to complete it accurately in the shortest possible time."

"Okay, sure," Yi Liang's voice held a newfound confidence. Fortunately, I had her practice beforehand. From the moment she fired her first shot, I saw many mistakes in her gun handling; her feel for the gun was terrible. But now, she's got it much better.

The women at the hatch weren't idle. They fully understood the purpose of this method and the gravity of its nature; success or failure was of utmost importance.

A mistake during the operation would certainly result in several deaths. If the situation couldn't be controlled, the monkeys would swarm in like ants, riddling us with bullets like straw dolls stuck with candied hawthorns.

That wouldn't be the worst outcome, because before the poison even took effect, we'd be torn apart alive by the monkeys, like being slowly sliced to death, and eaten alive. If we succeeded, the monkeys, smelling the blood-soaked food, would swarm to devour us. Let them experience the poison and treachery of modern civilization.

These short, wild creatures, through generations of natural selection and evolution, possessed strong immune systems. However, their immune cells only had an advantage against venomous scorpions, insects, snakes, and damp, hot conditions. The elements developed by Chi Chun, a female doctor educated in modern medicine, were completely useless against them.

Chapter 86: The Overbearing Yama with Open Eyes

The women had almost finished their rehearsals. Before starting, I calmed myself down and reviewed everything to make sure there were no oversights. "Yi Liang, did you find any cooking oil in the kitchen?" Just as we were about to begin, I suddenly asked this, leaving her momentarily confused.

"Was it yellowish, the transparent kind? Yes, I saw it, in the small cabinet," Lu Ya blurted out. "Okay, go get it quickly." This little girl was quite proud of her discovery, and with a touch of pre-operation nervousness, she excitedly ran to the lower sleeping pod.

For some reason, I felt this wasn't safe enough. Those ghost monkeys don't know how to dodge bullets; they might charge in through a hail of bullets, and the biggest danger when they got close was that terrifying two-meter-long blowgun. While

submachine gun bullets could effectively kill ghost monkeys, the impact wasn't enough. If a large number of corpses piled up at the hatch, the food in the wooden drawer wouldn't be able to get out and could easily get stuck under the hatch.

This process was very passive. If the wooden drawer were pulled back again, the blowgun could easily pierce through in that instant, hitting several people. Therefore, the bullets had to bounce off their bodies as soon as they hit the target. The only thing that could achieve this was the "Domineering Yama" machine gun displayed on the munitions pile.

So, I returned to the ammunition depot. My body, after good medical treatment and three days of rest, had recovered most of its strength. The weight of that heavy machine gun in my hands now felt like moving a large boulder on the edge of a swamp.

Among this mountain of munitions, that heavy machine gun was the only one, because its price and attributes were extraordinary. Even criminal organizations involved in large-scale arms dealing couldn't avoid acquiring several of them.

Back in the jungle warfare on the Thai-Vietnamese border, I and several other snipers were transported by helicopter to the enemy's rear for a mission. The machine gunner at the aircraft hatch was holding this very thing: a Gatling heavy machine gun.

For soldiers familiar with weapons, just hearing its name was enough to send chills down their spines. If the mercenaries on the assault team heard that the enemy ahead was equipped with this weapon, their morale would plummet, and no one would be willing to take even a single step forward. Only when snipers lay in ambush at a distance and continuously took down the operator would the team dare to advance.

A team of at least five snipers, positioned in different locations, wouldn't be able to carry out this mission alone. This is because once a sniper fires the first shot and exposes their position, the chances of escape are slim.

Imagine what a 70-pound behemoth with a rate of fire of 5,000 rounds per minute means. Even in daylight, in good lighting, the bullets from the muzzle clearly show lines of fire as thick as a finger. At dusk or night, it's like a jet of red lava erupting during a climax. The Batling, with its seven rotating muzzles, is unimaginable in its power unless you witness it firsthand. Its destructive power is far more than just creating seven holes in the target; that would be too gentle. It's only good for dismembering corpses.

It was precisely because of the urgency of the situation that the camp made an exception and used a helicopter equipped with Batlings to escort us. As we flew through the middle of the jungle, we were attacked by enemies hiding on the ground.

I witnessed the machine gunner next to me instantly destroy a Humvee parked in the woods. It was like a slingshot hitting an egg. Unfortunately, the machine gunner was hit by an AKA rifle hidden in the jungle, his head exploded, and he fell from the plane.

To make the helicopter survive this hellish flight and avoid crashing, I had to take over and operate the machine gun. This was my first and only test firing of a Gatling gun. At the time, I felt that only beasts would use such a thing to kill civilians. But there are even more beastly species in the world, invading other countries with chemical weapons.

Now, I was going to use this Gatling gun to clear out the monkeys piled up at the cabin door. This weapon was beyond the control of Yi Liang and Lu Ya; only I could fire it.

After finding two half-meter-long metal pipes, I handed them to Chi Chun and the blonde woman whose large breasts had accidentally slipped out, explaining in detail how to use them.

After the hatch bolts were loosened, Chi Chun used a steel pipe to pry up the door panel. The blonde woman used another steel pipe to move the bolt, ready to jam the hatch in place to prevent the monkeys outside from grabbing it and lifting it up.

A large amount of cooking oil was smeared under the wooden drawer filled with poisoned food; the slipperiness would allow the long stick to pry the drawer out more quickly. All the women's faces grew serious, as everything was ready, awaiting only my command.

Just as the heavy hatch was pried open by a millimeter, a gurgling sound came from the deck. Those monkeys had probably gathered on the deck again that night after I fell unconscious. Or perhaps they had only stayed there for a day or two. But one thing was certain: they were hungry and frenzied.

"Yi Liang, shove the submachine gun barrel under the door. As soon as the muzzle is no longer blocked by the bottom of the door, you fire. The person pushing the drawer, be on standby." The monkeys outside the hatch were indeed densely packed, their numbers astonishing.

"Squeak." The heavy hatch creaked upwards. "Fire! Shoot hard! Keep up the momentum! Don't be afraid, Yi Liang, I'm here." This close-quarters gunfight was something I'd never experienced before, and certainly not something a woman had ever faced. "

Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat..." Yi Liang's aim was excellent, just like when she'd shot through the tabletop at the small cabinet. The bronze-colored cartridge cases from the submachine gun bounced out like popping beans, clattering and tumbling down the stairs. "Aww, aww, aww, squeak, squeak..." From the sound

, you could tell that the monkeys at the front were in a lot of pain in their toes and legs. The thick shadows that had pierced through the three-centimeter gap in the door immediately vanished like the darkness disappearing at sunrise. "Chi Chun, what are they saying?" Chi Chun was a woman who had never handled a gun before; her pretty face showed some tension and unease. "What did you say?" My words puzzled Chi Chun. She strained to hold onto the iron door while her alluring pink eyebrows furrowed as she pondered my meaning.

"Ugh." Chi Chun quickly realized I was teasing her, and a coquettish smile immediately forced onto her tense face. Seeing her relax, I immediately resumed my serious expression, gripping the "Overbearing Yama" tightly with both hands, waiting for the seven-hole gun barrel to emerge from the crack in the door.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh, whoosh whoosh whoosh, ding ding ding..." The Overbearing Yama opened its eyes. The speed of the bullets far exceeded that of ordinary bullets, and the friction with the air at high speed produced a nuclear cracking sound. My wrist holding the machine gun felt like it was being poured with warm water, and the warm bullet casings jumped out with a splash, making the weapon in Yi Liang's hand look like a small toy.

Chapter 87: The Desire of
the Demon Monkey's small body immediately appeared frail in front of such a powerful tool as a human. Its gray and white hairy body was not propelled from the deck and fell into the sea by the powerful firepower, but rather shattered backward. It was as if a sealed passenger plane at high altitude had suddenly broken its window, sucking these ghostly things out in one fell swoop.

On the deck in front of the hatch, the corpses of the demon monkeys that Yi Liang had shot dead with his submachine gun were blasted into pieces by the "Overbearing Yama's" fire, sliding towards the opposite side of the ship. The walls on both sides of the hatch were splattered with scarlet flesh and blood, like being splashed with a spoon.

The rumble of the machine gun, like rolling thunder in the sky, reached our ears and lingered for a long time. Through the gap under the hatch, it was as if someone had lifted a ripe watermelon and smashed it down hard, the sticky red flesh and white and black fur flying around in a chaotic mess.

"Yi Liang, don't be afraid of the blood and flesh, squint your eyes, relax and spray in a fan shape, try to shoot the demon monkeys that have dodged to the sides. Everyone else wait for my command, don't move."

I shouted, squinting my eyes and wrinkling my nose to avoid the rain of blood and flesh hitting my face and to avoid breathing in the thick, stinking fumes. Chi Chun and the blonde woman were both horrified by the bloodshed before them, unable to open their eyes. They each freed a hand to cover their mouths and noses, mimicking the gagging motions of early-pregnant women.

"You two hold on, endure it, hold on tight to those steel pipes!" Hearing my shout, the two beautiful women quickly gripped the crowbars, no longer bothered by the pungent smell of the rotting monkey corpses.

The blonde woman's breast, which she had just tucked back into her bra, fell out again in the chaos. That breast was too full, extremely attractive to men, almost suffocating them. But now, in the heat of the battle, she couldn't care less about that, only letting the shameless, full ball of water sway.

Under the gap in the hatch, small, hairy claws, shattered by heavy machine gun fire, hopped back and forth like a flock of frogs migrating into the large ship. With a "glug," one of the unfortunate monkeys, its neck broken, ricocheted towards the hatch, its head wedged right under the gap.

"Ah!" The woman closest to me screamed almost simultaneously. I quickly raised my left leg and stepped on Yi Liang's arm, which was holding the gun and firing with one hand. Although the military boot was thick, I could clearly feel the soft flesh of the girl's arm through the sole of my foot. "Don't panic, the ghost monkey can't get close with such intense firepower."

Yi Liang didn't speak, but continued firing. Just as he stepped on her arm, he managed to suppress her arm, which she was pulling back in fright. If it were a submachine gun firing in rapid succession, the controlled arm would have ripped open and swung back, instantly exploding the milk from Chi Chun's breasts, or even hitting my chest.

Outside the hatch, some of the ghost monkeys that Yi Liang shot at, though not fatally wounded, howled in pain like hyenas having their tails cut off, a truly terrifying sight that gave us goosebumps behind the hatch.

But the ghost monkeys "caressed" by the Vulcan Gatling gun, their dwarf-like bodies, as if cursed by dark magic, were instantly torn apart. They didn't even have time to feel the pain of death, letting out a single cry before shattering into pieces in mid-air, never to be pieced back together, and passed away relatively peacefully.

"Push the wooden drawer, quick, quick, quick." The women wielding long sticks were stunned by the bloody scene before them, seemingly lost in their own world. They only snapped out of their daze when I shouted. Luya's eyes, already large and beautiful, were now wide open, her eyes bulging like a cute little doll, her expression blank. "Luya, hold on tight!"

My shout startled her. The little girl blinked her large eyes a few times, regaining her senses, and hurriedly tried to steady the sliding wooden tray. "Push it hard, push it hard, make it slide far away, give the next tray room space." The first wooden crate ,

laden with poisoned food, slid out like a small boat plunging down a rapid current. The butter on its bottom clung to the flesh and blood on the deck, reducing friction considerably, and with a loud crash, it slammed into the opposite ship's side.

I slightly raised the barrel of my gun, ensuring the spiking bullets neither damaged the food nor deterred the monkeys from approaching. The women put down their sticks and hurriedly crouched down to move the second wooden tray onto the crate.

These women mostly used tattered rags for makeshift coverings. Living in such a shameful place, the moment they squatted down, I seemed to see countless Chi Chun figures, squatting in front of the basin stirring medicine, seven or eight eye-catching cleavages, as if deliberately causing trouble, turning into thousands of ants in my bloodlust, teasing and biting.

I immediately realized that my wicked desires, like a burning hem of clothing, were slowly devouring my body. I hadn't felt this way in a long time; memories churned in my mind, sketching the scene of making love with prostitutes in the mercenary camp, killing two enemies. Pleasure attacked my desires; the inner demons were awakening.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, ding ding ding." "My spirit and mentality are different from ordinary people. Any ordinary person who has experienced what I have will become like me. Half of the evil is the devil.

I fled to that nameless town to forget the dark and bloody memories and extinguish my fierce killing instinct. But God is so cruel, sketching out so many unavoidable scenes of killing, awakening the pain that has faded for many years, and once again robbing me of the joy of humanity.

With a 'click,' Yi Liang quickly and perfectly changed to a new magazine. 'Waaah, waaah, look at me, look at me, I am your woman, your wife, waaah, your eyes are so scary.' A little girl with tears streaming down her face fired desperately through the crack while constantly looking back at me.

The crimson lines of fire, like the web rapidly spun by a giant spider, poured outwards in bursts. 'Waaah, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you?'" "Lu Ya started crying too. I quickly turned around, poured the half-bucket of cold water (the remaining blood from the water) over my head, then whirled around again, controlling the 'Overbearing Yama'.

'I'm alright, don't cry, hold on, hurry, push the wooden pusher out, push it all out.' The cold water washed away the remaining beast blood on my bare upper body, and the consciousness that was burning me began to cool down and dissipate.

Only I knew in my heart that this Gatling gun in my hand was not a brand new weapon; it must have been played with by countless ugly men, slaughtering many beautiful lives, and tainted with a heavy evil aura.

Suddenly, a small wooden splinter shot diagonally from my left front, landing on the tip of the gun in Yi Liang's hand. This bastard didn't know that hurting Yi Liang was more dangerous than hurting me."

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