Humanity Forbidden Island [Complete] - 11

Chapter 152: The Arrow of Extinction

The rafts of the dwarf savages were focused on the area around the lake, severely neglecting the danger behind them. Compared to modern combat formations, their limitations were considerable. Although I was anxious, I couldn't warn the dwarf savages. Shouting wouldn't get them to hear, and even if they could, it would be like a human hearing a monkey's call in a mountain forest.

Firing a gun was even less practical; at a sniper distance of two thousand meters, by the time the sound waves reached them, it would be as faint as a mosquito's buzz. Now, I had to identify the leader of the ghost monkeys and shoot them one by one. But these furry little creatures appeared and disappeared on the steaming river surface, the surrounding natural environment seemingly intentionally concealing them.

The optical instruments on my sniper scope immersed my left eye in a blue-purple world, dominating all life I saw. These scruffy ghost monkeys, apart from clutching blowguns, had no identifying marks on their bodies, making it extremely difficult to deduce their leader.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Scorching bullets flew, streaking across the thousand-meter-high peak in brown fire, striking the monkeys crouching on their small rafts in the back of the head. Several of the hit monkeys immediately lurched forward, their headless bodies plunging into the water.

For the monkeys, Bartley's sniper bullets were like miniature missiles; their pierced and shattered heads were like eggs instead of golf balls—they didn't fly up when the club struck them, but instead exploded into a spray of water.

The remaining monkeys frantically looked back, thinking a dwarf savage had appeared behind them, and used arrows or thrown stones to smash their companions' heads. The grotesque, ferocious faces, with their round, gray-white eyes, stirred up memories of fear within me.

Even with their keen sense of smell, the monkeys couldn't detect my scent. I lay prone on the treacherous peak, like an invisible cloud, further concealed by the dense vegetation, making me feel as if I were lying firmly on Mount Tai. To them, being sniped from two thousand meters away was utterly incomprehensible. Like an army in a slave society attacked by a ballistic intercontinental missile, their understanding of this phenomenon was limited to interpreting it as divine punishment.

Crimson mist continuously exploded in the rising smoke, chasing the white and turning it red. One after another, the backs of the heads and spines of the monkeys were struck by bullets, shattering skulls and scalps, and scattering fragments of spinal bones everywhere on the small rafts and the water.

The monkeys slowly approaching the dwarf rafts could no longer endure this incomprehensible death. Finally, a strong, robust creature, with thick green fur on its head, stood up on a small raft, holding a blowpipe. Its heart-wrenching screams sounded like a silent incantation to drive away the evil spirits of death. Seizing

the opportunity, I quickly adjusted my sniper scope, aligning the T-shaped crosshair with this monkey. Its mouth, like it was holding a crab, was grinding its fangs, making a grinding sound. "Bang." A bullet fired, piercing his mouth. Unlike a drill that made a small, round hole in the back of his head, the bullet, like an iron shovel, sliced off the monkey's entire head.

The death of this monkey was witnessed by over five hundred others, who froze in fear on the water's surface, no longer paddling. Like a group of puppets, pulled by thin strings, they ceased to move once their controller died.

This screeching monkey was likely the tribe's shaman; shooting him was tantamount to destroying the spiritual pillar of the other monkeys. Pulling the safety, a bronze-colored cartridge sprang from the barrel, plunging into the bottomless ravine, searching for its next target. From behind the mist, countless arrows flew out, striking many of the still-struck, dazed monkeys.

The arrows were less than a meter long; some pierced the monkeys' ears, emerging from their left cheeks. Others pierced the back of their heads, exiting through their eye sockets. I hadn't expected the monkeys' short bows to be so powerful, their piercing attacks incredibly potent. Why were they still lacking food? A new question arose in my mind.

The dwarf raft formation had emerged from the hazy mist, revealing most of its shape. Thousands of arrows rained down, piercing the monkeys crouching on the small rafts. One monkey, about to raise its quiver, was spotted by the male dwarf savage of the family of five, who promptly fired a follow-up arrow, piercing its left biceps. Crimson blood immediately dripped from the arrowhead.

The monkey shuddered in pain, but still didn't give up blowing its poisoned quiver; it wanted to kill one of the family of five before being fatally wounded. "Bang!" I pulled the trigger, preventing tragedy.

The bullet's speed far surpassed that of the arrow fletching; if it had hit any of the monkey's limbs, it would have exploded without hesitation. Yet this single bullet, the size of a peanut, pierced the monkey's skull, the impact shattering its entire head into scattered fragments.

"Bang, bang, bang..." I tried my best to shoot down the ghost monkeys that approached the dwarf rafts, preventing the dwarf savages from losing manpower. However, the ghost monkeys' stingers retaliated fiercely, like swarms of wasps, attacking the dwarf savages. The dwarf strongmen on the edge, who were holding up white skull banners, plunged into the water in rows, like penguins caught in a seal's attack.

The battle raged for an hour, the river surface littered with corpses, and some aquatic beast, attracted by the riverbed, swept away the corpses with a splash, leaving only shimmering water. By the time the attacking ghost monkeys were completely wiped out, I had fired nearly a hundred bullets, and the dwarf savage rafts, which had been densely packed, had become sparse.

If it weren't for my concern for the treasure chest, I would have watched them fight to the death, like a fisherman watching from the mountainside or the river, reaping the benefits of their struggle. This is because both of these primates have the habit of planting eyes, posing the greatest danger to life on the large ship.

It was impossible to predict whether we would become the next target of the dwarf savages before we escaped the Sea Demon. After all, on this island, poisoned arrows were currently the most lethal weapon.

After the battle, the dwarf savages reorganized their ranks, ignoring the aftermath, and headed straight for the monkey dens hanging in the trees. Their motives were clear; they knew how to eliminate any threat. One by one, the baby monkeys, their fur not yet fully grown, were dragged out by the dwarf chieftain and his men.

These little creatures, held by their arms and suspended in mid-air, chirped incessantly. Their large, grayish-white eyes and wide mouths closely resembled those of mandrill cubs. This monstrous species seemed to be a hybrid offspring of dwarf savages and mandrills.

A family of five male savages, along with other archers, drew their short bows and fired arrows at the bellies of the dwarf savage cubs. The cries of these little bastards immediately ceased with a high-pitched scream, and they died, their corpses thrown into the river to feed the fish.

Halfway through the battle with the juvenile monkeys, the treasure chests finally appeared. First, an antique-style wooden chest was pulled from the nest by several burly savages. Soon after, two more chests were retrieved from other nests. I frantically adjusted my sniper scope, not missing a single detail.

Chapter 153: The Temptation on the Tree Branches.
The sun, like a red-hot iron ball, rolled to the edge of the forest's top. Eight treasure chests were now gathered, each placed on one of the dwarfs' rafts. The juvenile monkey nests, destroyed, were thrown into the river.

Without juvenile monkey tribes elsewhere, this race would be completely wiped out. Even if a few escaped juvenile monkeys remained, it would be extremely difficult for them to regroup and reach such a large scale, as they were already weak and had sunk to the bottom of the food chain.

The dwarf savages began to return; for them, eliminating rivals was far more gratifying than obtaining treasure chests, but I was more concerned about those chests—whether they still contained gems. Drugs are harmful to both oneself and others; avoiding them is the wisest choice. As

dusk deepened and the light dimmed, my sniper rifle couldn't maintain accuracy at two kilometers. I slowly withdrew my weapon and crept into the edge of the forest, running parallel to the dwarf rafting convoy at the foot of the mountain. The setting sun was blood-red, bathing the earth in a dark crimson. The interwoven rivers, like the veins of a giant, carried the dwarf rafting convoy slowly, exuding an air of tragic grandeur.

My backpack held three hundred rounds of ammunition, plus an AK-47 rifle and a submachine gun, enough to ambush the dwarf rafting convoy under cover of darkness. Their archers numbered less than five hundred. The threat of the demon monkeys had been eliminated; the large ship would be their next target.

What was hidden in the eight treasure chests was unknown, and once the dwarf rafting convoy brought them into the tribe, obtaining them would be even more difficult. The piranhas in the four rubber rafts were all on the dwarf rafts; I had to keep a close eye on them and stay informed of the new enemy's movements.

As expected, the dwarf rafts didn't return the way they came. They left the tributary of the forest river, traveled upstream along the main stream for a while, then merged into another short tributary before stopping. The fat chieftain began yelling and screaming, and dozens of dwarf savages, as agile as monkeys, swiftly climbed the large trees near the bank, using pre-tied hemp vines to pull seven treasure chests up to the treetops.

Seeing this, I was truly startled. The dwarf savages were clearly hiding treasure chests; did their society possess a concept of private ownership? Or was it simply a matter of nature, like squirrels digging burrows to store pine nuts? The remaining treasure chest on the raft was probably intended to be used to trade for our food.

As darkness fell, I could no longer continue following them. Visibility would be poor later, and climbing the mountain could easily lead to a fall or getting trapped. The large ship couldn't be without me; those women needed a strong and capable man like me to sleep soundly, and I was their source of emotional support.

Abandoning the pursuit of the dwarf savages was dangerous; their short bows were formidable, and they seemed to value us more than the ghost monkeys. The ghost monkeys had always hunted us as prey, only regarding the dwarf savages as enemies. Geckos and lizards have an instinct to detach their tails for survival; who knows how the ghost monkeys might have understood the poison in the wooden tray. Therefore, they suffered heavy losses on the deck, severely weakened.

I ran quickly, buying time to move along the rock face. A bright moon suddenly appeared overhead; three hooked ropes were firmly wrapped around my lower back and arms. The large ship lay below in the ravine, torches lit on the deck—must have been lit by Yi Liang and the others to guide me back.

Many plump crickets chirped under the trees or in the branches, as if comforting me not to rush, to slowly climb down and return to my warm home. A few even jumped onto my sleeves, waving their antennae without fear, appearing stubbornly clumsy. It was as if I had returned late. I was spotted by a hunched old man with a cane, who rolled his eyes and asked where I'd been, making me feel annoyed and unwilling to pay him any attention.

At that moment, the cool mountain air felt exceptionally clear. Although I'd only been away from the two girls and Chi Chun for a short time, my longing for them was already intense. Protecting them was like protecting the home of my soul.

When my feet touched my own raft, I felt an indescribable joy, like a wanderer who had stumbled upon an inn in the dead of night. As soon as I reached the deck, the two girls rushed over and hugged me tightly around the waist. They had already eaten; some had gone to sleep. After finishing the spiced catfish Chi Chun had left, I leaned against the cabin door, half-asleep, holding my rifle, my mind replaying the events of the day.

The dwarf savages hid the treasure chest. The returning rafts should pass the large ship the next morning. The remaining treasure chest on the rafts, if truly full of gems, would have to wait until they returned to weave it into a straw rope necklace for exchange. The trouble was minor; the risk of being shot with short bows was much greater.

The next morning, I climbed to the summit early and used binoculars to scout the dwarf rafts. On the vast, winding river, I couldn't see a trace of them. I deliberately looked at the location of the hidden treasure chest, but it was difficult to discern anything.

Several of the wolves I shot yesterday were hanging from slanted trees on the cliffside, untouched by other wild animals. On my way down, I found four or five, including the mother wolf, whose mouth was half-blown apart, resembling a woodpecker. Its meat would be good food, but I needed their pelts even more.

Two bear pelts were left on the shore when the demon monkeys chased me. Although I least wanted to encounter the Sea Demon, I had to be prepared, just in case. The afternoon sun was exceptionally bright. As I squatted on the deck butchering wolf meat, I would climb the mast every now and then to keep watch, vigilant for the arrival of the dwarf savages.

Lu Ya and Yi Liang stood on the gun emplacement, one with a telescope and the other with a sniper rifle, searching the mountain walls on both sides for any dwarf savage eyes. I, shirtless, carried the sliced wolf meat to Chi Chun and the others, and we started roasting it as soon as it got dark.

The later it got, the more frequently I climbed the mast, a growing fear of the dwarf savages growing within me. Live-fired machine guns were positioned all around the edge of the deck, ready to slaughter any dwarf savages that provoked us. If they didn't come before dark, I would go and retrieve those seven treasure chests by tomorrow morning.

As the sun began to set, the dwarf savages' raft fleet finally appeared. They had switched back to their original small rafts, each with a necklace of straw rope around their neck, carrying small bows, and few arrows, seemingly only for self-defense. The exchange rules were the same as before: a family of five male dwarf savages came first, followed by the fat chieftain's family, and finally the others.

These dark-skinned little creatures had beaming faces, their large, round, greyish-white eyes now gleaming. Most of the savages in the rafts had returned alive because of my protection; to them, it was tantamount to the tribe winning a battle, making them feel much stronger.

The two girls lay prone in the tin fortress, their submachine guns meticulously aimed, ready to riddle any savages that made a move near the large ship with bullets. This time, they brought a lot of items for exchange, as if they knew the large ship had added roasted meat and wanted to trade all the food at once.

Last night, I slept by the cabin door, anticipating the danger of food shortages. Furthermore, I couldn't let the dwarf savages eat too much, especially with such a large amount of food. Each time I tossed out a cloth bag, it only contained a piece of roasted meat the size of a corncob, even though they threw back many ornaments, their gems large and shiny.

Chapter 154: Assassination in the Night Forest

I traded all the mandrill meat and scraps from the giant catfish for most of the dwarf savages' gems, but they still grumbled, wanting to exchange the remaining grass rope necklaces. I stopped throwing the meat across the river and picked up some grass rope necklaces wrapped with smaller grains, exchanging them for similar items to create the illusion that we were out of food.

The dwarf savages quickly lost interest in trading, yelled incoherently, and then dragged the raft back upstream. Climbing the mast, I watched them go, then quickly returned to the cabin, slung two small gas-filled rafts over my shoulder, gathered my weapons and equipment, and, using the grappling hook, climbed up the mountainside.

Before leaving, I instructed Yi Liang and the others to keep the hatch tightly sealed and not to step onto the deck. The signal to open the hatch was: "I have a gun behind me, don't open the door." Although climbing at night was dangerous, it would help us avoid the dwarf savages' eyes.

Under the cover of dusk, I climbed to the high peak and ran quickly along the previous route. The bullets in my backpack rattled, startling the surrounding mountain birds into flight. A cool mist, or perhaps just water vapor, was falling, and a few stars, as glittering as jewels, appeared in the distant night sky.

I covered the moving light source with a piece of gauze to reduce its diffused light, and slowly descended the mountain, hanging it around my neck. Occasionally, a few owls would coo and stare at me with their large, bright yellow eyes, sending chills down my spine.

Above the great forest, the sky was filled with stars, and the rushing river flowed past my feet. I found a flat rock and began inflating the rubber raft. The moonlight was soft, providing both illumination and concealment for my movements in the darkness. The memories imprinted in my mind, like a map, guided me as I rafted towards the seven treasure chests.

The dwarf savages had enough food to plant one or more eyes in the tributaries where the treasure chests were located. As I approached the target location, the river bended, like a ring road, making me a little dizzy.

The trees on both banks rose and fell, like stars stirring the night sky. An hour later, the current carried the small raft to the mouth of a tributary. I slowed it down with the oars and paddled along the bank in leaps and bounds. About two hundred meters ahead, the canopies of several large trees, some concealing a treasure chest, were vaguely visible.

Going directly would be too dangerous, so I took out my binoculars and, using the dim light of the night, carefully observed to confirm whether any dwarf savages were lurking near the treasure chest. Just as I was about to put down the binoculars, a strange noise suddenly came. "Ah, ah..." The sound came from within a large tree canopy. I checked again carefully, and in my blurry vision, two monkey-like black shadows swayed back and forth, intertwined and inseparable.

To get a clearer view, I let the small raft slowly advance another hundred meters with the current. Observing through the binoculars again, I saw that they were indeed two dwarf savages. One was lying on a large branch, its buttocks raised high, while the other was clinging to its buttocks, repeatedly ramming it with its abdomen. The savages were mating; the female's moans sounded just like a wildcat in heat.

Whether for reproduction or pleasure, they remained frozen in their primate mating posture, lost in the ecstasy of impending death. He grabbed the AK-47 rifle behind him, the silky moonlight filtering through the barrel. He aimed, setting a straight line, and began searching. The two creatures trembled, one after the other, completely unaware of their impending doom.

"Clang, clang, clang..." The rifle fired three shots in quick succession. Actually, one bullet would have been enough to kill both of them, but to silence them and prevent a counterattack from the short-bowed warrior, two more were deliberately fired, each hitting its mark squarely. The piercing groans were swallowed by the gunfire; not a single struggle was heard. The pair of dwarf savages, embracing each other, fell from the tree. Their mission to guard the treasure chests had come to an end.

Having finished shooting, they quickly lay prone at the bottom of the raft, trying to disappear into the darkness for a moment. Many sleeping forest birds were startled awake, screeching as they flew towards the moon. Ten minutes later, the chirping of insects and the flowing water became the main noise of the night again, and I dared to slowly get up and continue approaching the treasure chests.

A short branch of the river branched off, with several large trees growing in the middle, their branches and leaves exceptionally dense, like giant bird nests. I swung a hook rope towards the top of the tree and quickly climbed up, the seven treasure chests securely tied to the branches by hemp vines.

I drew my broadsword, which slung across my waist, and cut the restraints. Then, using the ropes I had brought, I tied down the chests of treasure. I opened another raft I was carrying, attached it to the other side, and began my return journey.

At this moment, the value of the chests beside me was worlds apart from the cargo lost on the Snow. The raft's return journey was slow but smooth. Occasionally, a few black bats swooped overhead, chasing nocturnal insects.

As dawn approached, the raft reached the foot of the mountain. The chests were too heavy to drag up to the summit. If I carried them back upstream along the river, a fight would be inevitable if the dwarf spotted me, and I would have no chance of winning.

When the mountain stream was high, reaching a maximum depth of fifty meters, I dragged the seven chests to a point eighty meters high, then used my Aka rifle to break the locks. Three chests contained glittering gold, and the rest were filled with gemstones—red, green, and blue glittering particles, like small, pointed piles of ripe grain.

If I hadn't secretly stolen them, I don't know how long I would have had to trade with the savages to obtain the astonishing number of gems before I had them. I sealed the treasure chest, stuffed the gems one by one into the crevices

of the rock wall, and then covered them with twigs and grass for camouflage, both to protect them from the wind and rain and to conceal them from view. Before dawn, I had to return to the large ship, lest the dwarf savages' eyes see them, lest they become suspicious and send someone to check the hidden treasure chests. I packed up the two rubber rafts, reorganized my gear, and swung the grappling hook in my hand with a whooshing sound, as if challenging the mountain to lasso the neck of this stone beast.

Reaching the summit, the temperature was exceptionally low, the coldest time of day. I took out the catfish meat from the paper package, stuffed a few pieces into my mouth to replenish my energy. The taste was very pleasant, far superior to the bear jerky I ate in the cave; my tongue rubbed against the slippery fish meat, a delightful sensation on my taste buds.

Chi Chun's slender, delicate fingers had washed her beautiful lower body and also touched the food in my mouth. I chewed vigorously, swallowing the fish meat tainted with her womanly scent. She had wiped away a drop of her lovely menstrual blood, smearing it on my chest with a mischievous smile, even grabbing my fingers to wipe it for her. These ambiguous thoughts churned in my mind, driving away the chill in my body.

I hadn't been on the big ship all night; I wondered how the other women were doing. The grass under my feet was covered with glistening dewdrops, wetting my trouser legs, but it couldn't hold back my running steps. One hand gripped the AK-47 rifle, guarding against night-attacking beasts; the other swung the broadsword fiercely, chopping down branches and vines, killing anyone who stood in my way.

The two dwarf savages I had just shot had been tied to stones and thrown into the river to feed the water beasts and wild fish. Because of my rapid running speed, the branches around me rustled loudly, startling many small animals that bristled and bared their teeth at me. However, the gleaming broadsword deterred them from approaching.

Chapter 155: The Slaughterhouse on the Ship

As I passed the bushes where I had previously sniped the ghost monkey sentries, I suddenly noticed some large, dark, rock-like figures standing there. I stopped abruptly, raised my AK-47 rifle, and aimed it at the strange objects. The commotion from my running startled them, causing them to breathe rapidly, like they were having an asthma attack.

Whatever their species, they were definitely not the women on the ship; I had to strike first. "Clang, clang, clang..." The AK-47 rifle spat out fire, firing fierce bullets densely at the bushes. "Awooo, awooo..." The targets hit by the bullets let out sharp screams, like the flesh at the base of a person's thigh being suddenly twisted by pincers.

Several dark figures tried to charge, but seeing more and more of their companions being shot and screaming in agony, they immediately fled in terror. Once the figures were far away, I quickly lifted the gauze covering the light source, letting in a sliver of light to confirm my targets.

Seven or eight large mandrills lay sprawled in the grass, their mouths agape, blood trickling from the tips of their fangs, their wide-open eyes filled with a mournful, unending grief. These were mandrills sleeping on the mountaintop; the cold glint of my broadsword couldn't intimidate them. Luckily, I fired in time, or I would have been seriously wounded.

I continued running, increasing my speed further. Dawn would break in an hour. The catfish meat churned in my stomach, the body heat began to dissipate into my veins, and my brain regained its ability to think. A thought suddenly popped into my subconscious, and I thought to myself, "Oh no!" On the eastern side of the great forest, the first light of

dawn was breaking. I had already reached the peak above the large ship, and pushing aside a clump of leaves, I looked down. The sight that greeted my eyes sent a chill down my spine. White water vapor drifted back and forth like clouds, and through the occasional wisps, I saw countless dwarf savages crowding the deck, like soldiers lying in ambush. This sight completely shattered my mind; these dwarf savages were the real "ghost monkeys."

The dwarf rafts that had arrived the previous evening, eagerly exchanging food with me, had extremely sinister motives. In fact, they had long realized that the gems on the ropes were a huge temptation for the people on the large ship. First, they would use the gems to empty the food from the hold, then, under the cover of night, surround the ship—a tactic comparable to modern warfare. This also meant that we weren't the first civilized humans to appear before them.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the dwarf savages, this was merely a hunting technique, like hooking a live worm to catch a pheasant. The gemstones, disguised in straw ropes, were like live worms on a fishhook to the self-important modern humans. The moment we appeared before the dwarf savages, we were treated like prey.

Thinking about it now fills me with dread; thankfully, I didn't hesitate and managed to grab the treasure chest. Trying to reason with these savage little creatures would have left us trapped on the ship. With their intelligence, they're no longer as easy to deal with as the monkey demons. Besides, they have plenty of food, which they might have laid out on the deck to tempt us.

I leaned against a large tree to rest; a rapid heartbeat or muscle tension could easily lead to a missed shot. The air was too humid, and visibility was poor. My backpack only had five hundred sniper bullets, while there were a thousand dwarf savages on the deck. There

must be many more of these savages living in the basin depression upstream, perhaps tens of thousands. I had previously considered hiding some weapons and ammunition on the summit in case the Sea Demon appeared and we were forced to abandon ship. But before I could even act, we were already surrounded by dwarf savages.

One bullet isn't enough to kill one savage, and AK-47 rifles and submachine guns are only effective in close combat. These dwarf savages grew up in the forest; their small size makes them adept at concealment. If they pursue me, scattering around me, their poisoned shortbows have a high chance of piercing my body.

I cut branches with my broadsword and stuck them in front of the stones I had arranged, posing as the deadly muzzle of a Barrett rifle. Luya and the others are probably still asleep, unaware that the deck is fraught with danger. These dwarf savages repay kindness with enmity; they deserve to see high-tech weapons and modern assassins.

The fiery sun rolled over the great forest again. I lay prone on the damp grass, slowly pressing my eye to the sniper scope. This time, the first target to shoot was that insidious fat chieftain. The long barrel began to probe, the T-shaped crosshair in the scope scanning back and forth across the deck.

This group of dwarf savages, some hunched over, some half-squatting, and a few with their ears pressed against the hatch eavesdropping, were in the most lewd posture. The most obscene was a family of five of male dwarf savages. He raised his rear end high, pressing his right ear forcefully against the hatch, his large, grayish-white eyes blinking incessantly. He seemed to be indulging in fantasies, as if he'd overheard a man moaning in the next room in the middle of the night.

On the dark blue deck, the savages lay in ambush, disciplined and none daring to move without the fat chief's command. At first glance, they resembled a group of statues, a group of African terracotta warriors. The T-shaped reticle of the scope finally locked onto the savage chief, who had crouched in the gap between the gun emplacement and the hatch. Unless the bullets fired from inside the hatch could automatically curve, they wouldn't be able to harm him.

"Bang." At the summit of the two-thousand-meter peak, a Barrett sniper rifle roared as a bullet pierced the air. Just as the fat chief was about to open his mouth to say something, the bullet pierced his skull, destroying the thoughts within his brain cells. Splattered black blood stained the white walls of the gun emplacement and hatch, large chunks of black skin mixed with brain matter slowly sliding down the vertical walls.

"Bang." Another shot was fired, the bullet piercing the left ear of a male savage from a family of five, like a nine-inch nail hammered in by a sledgehammer, piercing his jaw and skull. The colorful brain matter was smeared on the hatch, like a scribbled mess in a fit of rage.

Hundreds of dwarf savages, immersed in the thrill and excitement of hunting their prey, were frozen in terror at the sight of this inexplicable and horrific death, just like the demon monkeys. "Bang, bang, bang..." I tried to smash their heads as much as possible, amplifying their fear.

The towering mountain peaks, layered upon layered, held the gunshots aloft, effectively diluting the noise. The rapidly moving bullets, like the scythes of a grim reaper, were sharp and invisible. The large group of savages on the deck did not flee; instead, they knelt and prayed, carrying small bows, begging for forgiveness from the spirits within them.

The dwarf savages were unaware that they were being sniped by weapons from ten thousand years in the future. Once their physical senses had fallen from their primitive level of understanding, they could only resort to supernatural explanations. I ignored them and continued shooting at these kowtowing savages; unless they retreated quickly, survival was virtually impossible.

My left index finger kept pulling the trigger, my brain commanding it to kill and dispose of the bodies. The once pristine deck resembled a market after a brawl, with cucumbers, tomatoes, pork, and eggs smashed and scattered everywhere, a scene of utter chaos and filth. We fought for a full half hour, felling no fewer than three hundred dwarf savages, yet they showed no sign of escaping.

The large ship resembled an execution ground, piled high with headless corpses, blood flowing from the grooves along the deck's edge like a half-open faucet, gushing into the rushing stream.

Chapter 156: The Rain of Boulders on the Peak

The more ruthless the sniping, the more devout the dwarf savages became, the less likely they were to scatter—the exact opposite of what I had expected. Suddenly, a dwarf savage appeared on the lower half of the opposite rock face, yelling at the kneeling archers on the ship, constantly pointing to my location.

Those were the dwarf savage's newly implanted eyes, spying on me from the opposite peak, quietly climbing down to report. This stirred up a hornet's nest. Over five hundred dwarf savages immediately broke free of their restraints, revealing their ferocity. They emitted muffled, guttural sounds, as if their previous angry howls had been suppressed by hatred.

I could sense that they sought revenge for their chief and their people, and even more so for being fooled by a civilization of a different era. This savage little creature, like a dense swarm of black beetles, tumbled off the large ship, leaping onto their battle rafts and charging towards the rocky shore below the cliff. Sniper rifles, if they wanted to fire in a straight line, had to aim vertically downwards.

Seizing the moment, before they reached the foot of the cliff, the sniper rifles, like venomous snakes greedily devouring tadpoles, relentlessly bit their lives. When the dwarf savages stood on the rafts, their bodies were more concentrated. A powerful bullet, striking at an angle, pierced the neck of one savage, destroying his cervical vertebrae, then penetrated the heart of another behind him. The small organ throbbing beneath the thin skin immediately shattered, unable to stop the bullet's ejection, finally striking the bladder of a third dwarf savage.

Three small archers perished instantly. One head hung precariously from his shoulder, held aloft by the last vestiges of skin, while another, his left chest ripped open, revealing blood-red muscle, oozing a gushing black fluid from his wound. His bladder ruptured, the dwarf savage collapsed onto the raft as if kicked, unable to rise again.

In a minute's time, fifty or sixty dwarf savages were killed, while the remaining four hundred or so leaped onto the riverbank, scurrying towards the summit like geckos. These little creatures, carrying short bows and arrows, climbed much faster than I did; they seemed to retain the instincts of monkeys. I

had to conserve my bullets, otherwise, once the enemy got close, victory in hand-to-hand combat would be virtually impossible. The dwarf savages' fighting style was far more complex than I had imagined. Due to the rock face's indentations, the higher they climbed, the better they could evade my sight from the summit.

In any case, killing one more meant less danger. Behind me, under the trees, in the thicket of grass, lay many large boulders, each weighing a hundred or eighty pounds. With sniper rifles mounted, they began using stones as weapons. Some of the dwarf savages, in their rage, didn't have time to properly assess the uneven rock face before blindly climbing upwards. They ended up stuck at a point on the cliff face, unable to go up or down, frantically yelling at their companions.

Aiming for a straight freefall, they raised large stones and hurled them at the dwarf savages. The tree canopies growing obliquely on the cliff face trembled as the stones pierced them, but the trajectory remained unaffected. With a deafening crash, the savages, with nowhere to hide, were forcefully knocked off the cliff and plunged into the ravine, smashing to pieces. Some were hit slightly off-center, the stones severing their hind legs or forelimbs, causing unbearable pain, and they too fell into the ravine. Those who were struck squarely in the back died quickly, crushed into juicy patties on the rock face. It was like a bloated cricket jumping onto a concrete wall, only to be slapped hard with a leather shoe, leaving it in a filthy, grotesque petal shape.

The savages clinging desperately to the trees, seeing their companions ravaged by the boulders, were enraged even more. They screeched and squeaked, their climbing speed increasing once more. I dared not waste time, hurling as many boulders as possible, killing as many as possible, ensuring my ammunition exceeded the number of savages reaching the summit.

"Boom! Clang! Clang!" Two boulders were hurled down in quick succession. On the lush, green canopy of a large tree, seven dwarf savages were treading on it. The two boulders struck them like punches to a cockscomb flower, shattering branches and tearing bark. The seven archers clinging to the tree were all swept down the ravine, with no chance of survival.

The dwarf savages who had broken through the blockade should be entering the range of my shortbows soon. The summit was no place to linger. I took off my ark rifle, drew my broadsword, and began running towards the treasure chest.

Because I was familiar with this section of the path, and there was a stream and stone steps at the foot of the mountain ahead, to get back alive, I had to go around to the opposite peak and ambush them from the other side of the forest. By 8 or 9 a.m., the dwarf savages surrounding the ship should be gone, and Yi Liang and the others should have noticed the unusual commotion on deck. As long as the cabin door remained closed, I was absolutely safe.

Passing the grassy area where the dead mandrill lay, a flock of crows were happily feasting. I deliberately ran around them, not because I was afraid of the black birds, but because I didn't want to startle them and reveal my location. Finding the spot where I had descended last time, I quickly prepared the grappling hook around my waist, rhythmically jumping down, pulling myself down.

With a whoosh, a flock of crows took flight, circling the narrow strip of sky facing each other on the peak, but not leaving. The dwarf savages had already caught up there; according to my estimation, by the time I reached the opposite peak, they would be right above me.

Reaching the foot of the mountainside, I once again gripped my gun in one hand and my knife in the other. Last time, I had leaped across the stream atop the waterfall's large rocks without being attacked by any water monsters, but this time I dared not be careless. Those foolish mountain trout were still swimming upstream with their gills bulging; I wondered if the few I'd seen the other day were still among them.

After crossing the swift stream, I ran close to the foot of the mountain, crouching low. For better camouflage, I used my broadsword to cut down a small tree, slung the crown over my right shoulder, further confusing the dwarf savage chasing me

. Reaching the section of the mountainside that bulged like a pregnant woman's belly, I tied the small crown to my back, making myself look like a green hedgehog. Holding onto the grappling hook, I ran towards the summit. Thanks to good visibility, I reached the top half as fast as last time.

The vegetation at the summit was exceptionally dense. I ventured thirty meters into the woods, climbed a tall tree, cut several clumps of dense branches, and stuck them on either side of the gun barrel. Using the binoculars, we can see a relatively open area on the opposite peak. When the dwarf savages catch up, we can shoot down at least seven or eight of them.

Ten minutes later, several small, savage-like figures, bows drawn and arrows at their sides, appeared first on the open peak I had targeted. Sunlight dappled the leaves, shimmering with a vibrant green; distance was no problem for shooting targets through these gaps.

I pressed my eye to the scope, pre-aligning my T-shaped crosshairs. As soon as a dwarf's head grazed the crosshairs' point of contact, the bullet would fly out, bathed in blood. "Bang!" A jet-black head shattered, a burst of crimson blood erupting, flashing and vanishing in an instant.

Before the savages behind could react, another bullet struck a bewildered face, blooming into a bloody flower. The small bow in my hand tumbled down the ravine, its spittle poisoned, but useless against me. It was like a country with outdated transportation technology, possessing powerful atomic bombs but forced to rely on trucks for transport, unable to strike its target.

Chapter 157: The Treacherous Crossfire

The dwarf savages who had rushed to the open peak section, knowing their companions had been killed by weapons hidden in the distance, quickly retreated behind low trees, no longer kneeling and waiting to die as before. These little creatures weren't very skilled at hiding; some leaned against large trees, some crouched under rocks, and some crawled into the grass.

I pulled out my sniper rifle, quickly climbed down a tall tree, ran to a position symmetrical to the open peak section, found another large tree with lush branches, and began searching through the sniper scope. A dwarf savage crouched behind a large rock, his dark head barely visible at the same height as the rock, like a cork in water. He must have been breathing heavily, or perhaps relieved to have cover, but unaware that his scalp was about to explode. I

adjusted the T-shaped aiming line, beginning to target this undulating skull. "Bang!" A gunshot rang out; the bullet grazed the edge of the rock, scattering sparks, and sliced open the dwarf savage's scalp. Forced by the pressure of his heart, crimson and white blood spurted out horizontally, splattering the face of the dwarf savage hiding behind him.

The dwarf savages hiding nearby immediately realized how close death was, hurriedly straightening their backs behind trees, pulling in their stomachs and buttocks. The savages lying in the grass trembled with fear, regretting that they hadn't hidden better, wishing they could burrow into a hole. At this moment, the most terrifying thing is psychological panic, the constant premonition of being hit by a bullet, the inability to hold on and stand up to change position is tantamount to suicide.

I knew the enemy's mentality well; although their ideologies differed, their fear of death was not so different. A shot pierced the savage's skull, and my T-shaped aim was already prepared, ready to kill the dwarf savage who tried to get up to change position.

"Bang." Another bullet flew out, streaking across the sky. One of them actually stood up in the dense grass, trying to hide behind a thick tree four meters to the right, but as soon as he straightened his body, before he could take his first step, his shoulder swung to the left, and he fell backward, facing me. The bullet pierced his collarbone, destroying any organs or tissue along that line.

At that moment, none of the dwarf savages dared to move. They wished they could turn to wood or stone, not even wanting to breathe or have their hearts beat, terrified of a stray bullet. The fear of death took effect like poison within them. The dwarf savages, who had been tightly concealed behind the tree trunk, trembled violently, their bodies, clutching their small bows, tilted slightly, revealing their elbows, which bulged when their arms were folded.

Though only the size of a small lotus bud, the bullet could pass straight through, destroying the joints and ligaments. "Bang." Barrett's sniper bullet hissed and whistled through the air, like the fangs of a demon from hell, grazing the rough bark and shattering the savage's elbow.

Scraps of flesh and flesh splattered into the dead leaves at her feet. She was a female savage; the pain made her abandon her hiding place and lie down directly from behind the tree. I didn't fire another shot, ending her struggles and convulsions. She was crippled, unable to draw her short bow. The only way she could shoot was by biting the bowstring with her teeth, her expression

one of agony, like someone severing the umbilical cord after childbirth. At this point, her life wasn't fatal to me, so I ignored her; firing a follow-up shot would be a waste of my limited ammunition. Tears began to stream from the female dwarf's large, greyish eyes, a helpless sorrow washing over her, tears flowing like a spring gushing from a stone wall.

The sniper scope remained fixed on the one-armed female savage, the T-shaped crosshair traversing between her feet and head. She was a lactating savage; her dark, high breasts trembled with the spasms of her body, oozing white fluid that slid down her sides. My index finger hooked onto the trigger, silently waiting for one of the dwarf savages to come and pull her away.

A male savage finally couldn't resist, running out of cover and crouching against his companion's chest, pulling. "Bang." Another bullet flew, striking his inner thigh. The bullet pierced his hip bone, rupturing his carotid artery, blood gushing out of the wound like a red snake.

They didn't know it was a trap; acting rashly would only make things worse. Now, both half-dead dwarf savages were exposed to the bullets. I continued to wait, seeing who else was foolish enough to walk into the trap of death.

The sunlight was intense, making my forehead bead with sweat. This couldn't go on; if I couldn't clear these little creatures before dark, returning to the large ship would be dangerous. After all, they could also fire sneak attacks.

I climbed down the tree and ran along the mountaintop towards the ship, looking for steep cliffs on both sides to avoid being spotted by the dwarf savages and having them climb straight up. As I ran, I felt sweat pouring down my back; the scorching weather could easily cause heatstroke. I swallowed, clearing my dry throat, and casually picked a tender, newly sprouted leaf, placing it under my tongue to stimulate my taste buds and produce saliva.

I scouted a suitable spot, slung my sniper rifle over my shoulder, and switched to my AK-47. It was a good distance from the opposite peak, about a hundred meters, perfect for a cross-river exchange of fire. The shortbows firing at me were a tempting but ultimately pointless

exercise, offering little real benefit. The bullets, however, were a deceptive way of significantly reducing the enemy's manpower. The vegetation on the opposite peak resembled the feathers on a vulture's neck—sparse, short, and unassuming. There were few large rocks or hollows nearby for cover, and retreating into the woods would require running twenty or thirty meters. In that instant, bullets would be enough to end their lives.

I deliberately stepped out of the woods and stood on a protruding rocky outcrop, intentionally exposing myself to the dwarf savages on the opposite peak. Imitating the shouts of dwarf savages exchanging food, I called out a few times, and immediately, the quiet treetops ahead trembled, and a dense swarm of small archers slid down.

If I returned the way I came, I would surely be riddled with bullets by these ambush-laying archers. They charged to the position closest to me, their faces contorted with rage as they drew their bows and released arrows. This time, the dwarf savages could finally vent their anger in retaliation. A hail of arrows shot straight into the sky, densely packed and concentrated, tracing arcs like gray-black rainbows, falling towards my face.

The fierce onslaught of arrows sent chills down my spine, but I knew in my heart that these primitive weapons had great limitations. At ten meters from the target, they were at their limit, like thin blades of grass in the wind.

Seeing the dwarf savages gathered and huddled at the protruding peak, my moment to strike had arrived. "Clang, clang, clang..." The Aka rifle, held level, screeched fiercely, as if mocking the arrows falling into the ravine. Across a thousand-meter abyss, two weapons from vastly different eras clashed in a tit-for-tat exchange.

Seeing that I was still out of range of the shortbows, the dwarf savages suddenly realized they had fallen for a trap, hastily turning and running away, their bodies piling up in disarray. Each powerful bullet, like a steel rod, pierced their small bodies, killing four or five enemies with a single shot.

They lay prone, some falling, others tumbling, resulting in heavy casualties. The dwarf savages who weren't hit stood upright and ran blindly, hoping to hide in the woods; not one of them understood that rolling on the ground was the only way to survive.

Chapter 158: Life Anchored on the Rocky Wall.

In this way, another hundred or so dwarf savages were killed, but many still fled into the woods to hide. It was clear that although they were afraid, they refused to give up hunting me.

I put away my empty AK-47 rifle, grabbed my Barrett, and began sniping. This group of dwarf savages wasn't well-hidden; some even climbed into the treetops to hide. Finding some dwarf savages with exposed body parts, a few sniper bullets were fired, instantly ending their lives.

I started running in the opposite direction from the large ship again, slicing diagonally into the woods. Once the opposite peak couldn't see me, I turned back and crept towards the ship from the trees. This created a false impression for the dwarf savages, forcing them to disperse their forces.

After running two kilometers, I climbed another large tree and carefully observed the surrounding area. The dwarf savages were no longer visible. I had less than two hundred bullets in my backpack, and the dwarf savages probably had three hundred left. If I continued fighting like this, I'd only have melee weapons left, and I'd be killed by shortbows.

I sprinted towards the ship at unprecedented speed. The dwarf savages began climbing down the cliff face. Once they reached my peak, arrows would whiz through the leaves, posing a significant danger. My upper body was drenched in sweat. As I approached the ship, I slowed down.

The dwarf sentry I had planted was climbing the cliff face, but due to the steepness, she had only reached twenty meters from the summit. This was also a female savage. I immediately lay down, like a large lizard crouching in the grass, and moved towards my prey.

She didn't notice my approach and continued to climb with all her might, gripping tree roots and clinging to a rocky crevice. She pulled out the broadsword slung behind her back, put it in her mouth, and crawled another ten meters. Although I couldn't see the dark-skinned savage girl, I could hear her heavy breathing.

Just as her short, thin black hand grasped the rocks at the summit, the sharp broadsword was already in my hand. The instant her large, greyish-white eyes reached the top of the dark cliff, I swung the broadsword down with a "whoosh," slicing off half her head. The poor little thing didn't even have time to finish her expression of surprise before her body plummeted back down the ravine.

If the broadsword had simply chopped off her wrist or severed half her arm, this dwarf savage would have fallen to her death as well. That would have provoked her to scream and reveal my position, so I slashed my broadsword into her mouth, severing half her head.

I wiped the blood from my broadsword on the grass, then cut some branches and tied them to my back before hanging them up my waist. I took out my grappling hook and began to climb down the rock face. Before the dwarf savages chasing me arrived, I had to return to the large ship, get enough bullets, and avoid being trapped in the cabin.

The female savage, her skull shattered, had brains and blood splattered everywhere. The branches I descended were covered in filth, attracting swarms of ants. Reaching the foot of the ravine, I spat out the leaves from my mouth, quickly washed the sweat from my face, and drank some stream water. I filled the small raft with air and stepped onto the deck of the large ship, where a pungent stench hit me.

Stepping over the dwarf savage's corpse, my feet felt like they were walking on mud, and I slipped and stumbled to the cabin door. "Yi Liang, I've been kidnapped! Don't open the hatch!" I whispered three times before the heavy hatch creaked open.

Lu Ya and Yi Liang, each carrying a sniper rifle and loaded with sniper bullets, looked like they were ready for battle. "Quick, take over the deck! Set up sniper positions at the stern and bow!" The two girls nodded decisively at my command and crouched down to run to their designated positions.

While taking off my soaking wet shirt, I ran into the ammunition depot. Chi Chun, holding catfish meat, kept pace with me, stuffing pieces into my mouth. Time was of the essence, and I ate hastily, accidentally biting her delicate index finger several times, causing her to let out soft moans. My stomach acid was powerful enough to dissolve the large number of bacteria she had indirectly contracted from her genitals.

"Clatter, clatter..." My backpack almost completely covered the ammunition box as I dug out four hundred bullets and reslung them over my shoulders. My wet hair swung across my forehead, but it couldn't obscure my murderous gaze. After a frantic run and climb, my bare upper body revealed bulging, muscular muscles. Armed with an M25 sniper rifle, I sprinted towards the deck.

With enough ammunition, I could no longer hesitate to engage in direct one-on-one combat. The two girls positioned themselves in a K-formation firing stance, each aiming at one of the two mountain faces. The dwarf savages weren't stupid; they had already split into two groups. No matter which side of the summit I appeared on, they could lure me in from the front and then flank me from behind.

"Bang!" A sniper shot rang out. About 500 meters above the cliff face I had just climbed, more than a dozen dwarf savages, clinging to vines, were about to descend to the foot of the mountain to pursue me. Their skin, glossy black in the sunlight, resembled long, purple eggplants, swaying back and forth on the vines.

Yi Liang was responsible for sniping this cliff face; leaning against the emplacement, she successfully shot and killed the first dwarf savage. Lu Ya didn't compete, continuing to watch her assigned rock face. "Bang, bang, bang..." I raised my sniper rifle and shot down the group of dwarf savages as quickly as possible.

"Bang." Luya began firing; dwarf savages also appeared on the rock face she was searching. In an instant, branches and vines on both sides of the mountain were covered with dwarf savages, chirping and gurgling, like excited shouts after surrounding us. The sniper rifle shots echoed like firecrackers, reverberating through the verdant mountain stream.

The dwarf savages carrying small bows were shot to pieces; once they were shot in the spine or tailbone, they would fall backward, their terrifying screams before hitting the ground like a soaring octave from a high-pitched singer. Those savages shot in the limbs, even if they bravely endured the pain and didn't fall into the stream, their crippled bodies, like cars stranded in the desert, slowly endured the torment of death.

As for the dwarf savages shot in the back of the head, they were like four-legged black crabs falling from the sky, splattering onto the granite surface with a "plop," turning into a lump of minced meat. Unbeknownst to them, the ship carried millions of bullets—enough to wipe out not only a single savage tribe but also the birds and beasts of the mountain stream.

The savages, who had initially planned to descend the mountain to shoot arrows, found themselves unable to withstand the sniper fire halfway up and had to change their plans and continue climbing. They couldn't find a fair position to exchange fire. In fact, their weapons already determined that they couldn't be in equal firing positions.

Luya hit her target every time, shooting with great relish, showing no aversion to the bloodshed, but rather a fascination with the feeling of bullets piercing flesh. Yiliang's shooting speed was slightly slower; she always aimed for the savages' limbs, as if giving them a chance to live. But in reality, this caused even greater suffering to the crippled targets.

I fired rapidly, deliberately blowing the dwarf savages' heads off, making their escape easier and, for me, maximizing my safety. These shattered, bloody skull fragments scattered on the deck, some like coins, standing upright and spinning, others like fallen flower bowls, making a dull thud.

Chapter 159:

The Blood of the Dwarf Savages, Forced Out of Their Nest, seeped into the twilight, adding a somber and damp touch to the already dark atmosphere. None of the dwarf savages clinging to the mountainside returned alive to the summit. But there was no guarantee that any might have escaped back to their tribe to report.

Otherwise, the large ship might be surrounded again by a dense swarm of savages when they awoke tomorrow morning. Since the extermination of the demon monkeys, the dwarf savages had lost no fewer than 1,500 archers; the able-bodied men in their tribe should be few remaining. But I had never been to the dwarf tribe, so I couldn't be too careful.

The branches used to disguise the large ship had been dried in the sun. I cut some large branches, stacked them into a rectangular net, and then lit them. Wearing cotton gloves, I picked up the mutilated corpses of the dwarf savages and threw them onto the roaring crematorium. Their bodies were full of oil, in a state of molten wax at high temperatures, which was then slammed down along the firewood to the bottom layer of galvanized iron. Like clothes freshly washed and hung on the balcony without being wrung dry, they dripped and pattered. Read easily on your mobile phone: wαр.⑴ ⑹k.cn

The stench of blood on the rock face was strong, and many corpses had fallen into the stream. If we climbed to the summit at night, the risk of encountering savages would be great, and who knows what kind of attack we might suffer in the darkness. Lying on the raft and floating on the stream until dawn was also not advisable, for fear that a giant catfish might appear, overturn the vessel, and swallow us whole. Moreover, if we were to engage in a firefight with the dwarf savages, there would be no way to retreat. For

safety's sake, I had to sleep in the cabin. I moved three boxes of grenades from the ammunition depot and found some thin, transparent fishing line, which I then beat along the deck railing to form a minefield. The dwarf savages had thoroughly experienced firearms, but they were still clueless about grenades that scattered shrapnel.

The fishing line was like a vine growing around the railing, and the large, egg-shaped explosives were like tender green melons. If the savages climbed onto the large boat at night, the tragedy of limbs being torn apart would continue. With everything arranged, we entered the hall early and pulled down the heavy, sturdy hatch.

The women's eyes flickered with unease again, just like when they encountered the ghost monkeys last time. "Don't worry," I reassured them, "there's plenty of fresh water and food on the ship. Most of the savages outside have been wiped out; only a few remain." I then went alone into the ammunition depot.

The nests around the basin depression must still hold the cubs of the dwarf savages. If there's no rain or high tide for months, or if the large ship gets stuck on the stone steps at the bottom of the stream, the days of guarding against the savages will be endless.

There are also two gem chests in the dwarf savage tribe. If the daytime battles have weakened their forces, I will definitely take the opportunity to wipe them out. Two life forms that were originally unrelated have now become entangled in conflict, so

I have no choice but to eliminate them completely. (Mobile reading: wαр.⑴ ⑹ｋ.cn) Previously, in the middle of the forest river, I was racing against time to escape. Since being stranded here, I've been forced to hide, gaining a few days of peace in return. Time flows like a stream, waiting for no one. The approach of the Sea Demon forces me to buy time again.

According to my calculations, we've entered the early stages where the Sea Demon might appear near the island. Using the time I spend hiding inside the large ship at night, I crush some green plants, pour their juice into a large basin, and soak some rags in it, dyeing them dark green. Several large, clean wolf pelts hung beside the stove, already dried by the firewood. Using a needle-like wire threaded with sturdy rope, they began sewing sniper camouflage suits.

With the minefield outside the ship, working inside the hall felt much more reassuring. Two smaller wolf pelts were used to make camouflage suits for Luya and Yiliang, making them look like Eskimo girls about to ride sleds to hunt seals. The camouflage suits resembled raincoats, with a wolf-hat-like design at the back of the neck, which could cover their heads and blend them into the grass and greenery when firing from a prone position. It also provided insulation and warmth in windy or rainy weather.

Three Y-shaped tree branches were found and interlocked to form a support frame. Pre-made wire mesh was hung on it to serve as a portable camouflage net, which was then distributed to the two girls. In sparsely wooded areas, encountering contemporary human gunmen while carrying a clump of branches across the grass makes one vulnerable to being shot. Camouflage netting is essential; one must cover oneself with local vegetation and crawl slowly, concealing the body. (Mobile reading: wαр.⑴⑹ｋ.cn)

I shared my years of experience in sniping with the two girls without reservation. Before bed, I imparted camouflage knowledge, letting them grasp as much as they could. While they couldn't fully master it in a short time, survival was paramount when real combat arrived and brutal shooting loomed.

That night, no mines were detonated on the deck, further confirming that the dwarf tribe had suffered heavy losses and could no longer muster any troops. Clutching my submachine gun, I leaned against the cabin door until dawn, peering through my small lens; everything seemed normal. The savage's corpse had long since burned to ashes, leaving only a pile of black ash. The mine wires on the ship's railing, glistening with cool dew, occasionally trembled in the cool morning breeze.

Standing on the gun emplacement, I picked up my binoculars and surveyed the surrounding majestic mountain walls again, but found no trace of the dwarf savages. A weight was finally lifted from my heart. The stream had returned to calm; the water level upstream must have dropped to normal. After eating the breakfast prepared by Chi Chun, I shouldered my weapons and ammunition and climbed the peak again. (Mobile reading: wαр.⑴ ⑹ｋ.cn) I brushed aside

the swirling white mist, wandering among the mountain peaks, and climbed a tall tree at the summit, peering through the thin haze. The damp, cool mountain wind made the branches sway slightly; crouching in the tree felt like being on a boat.

At the foot of the distant mountains, the basin was exceptionally quiet; giant nests hanging around the lake swayed like lanterns in the wind, a scene of desolation and decay. The wind blew towards the basin, changing my strategy of continuing to snipe along the mountain range. We climbed down the towering mountain wall, returned to the deck of the large ship, retrieved a mortar from the ammunition depot, placed it on the raft at the stern, and, with ample ammunition and bullets, set off upstream along the stream.

This time, two girls accompanied me; in case the dwarf savages appeared on both sides of the mountain wall simultaneously, a single sniper rifle wouldn't be enough to cover both ends. At the end of the stream was the lake. After drifting for three hours, the raft came to rest on a flat rocky bank.

I moistened my index finger with my fingers, raised it above my head to test the wind direction; the airflow through the mountain stream was strong, and we were right at the wind's edge over the lake. From here, the view of the dwarf tribe was excellent. We secured the mortar mount, adjusted the ballistic calculator, and prepared for a test fire. The mortar shell slid into the barrel, the tail engine exploded with a loud "whoosh," and flew out with a ghostly howl.

Two young girls crouched behind the mortar, covering their ears. Their eardrums were still developing and couldn't immediately adapt to the brutal power of the gunpowder weapon. The thick smell of gunpowder filled the air. "Try to get used to the vibrations of these sound waves. Keep your mouth half-open to equalize the air pressure in your mouth and ear canals."

After the three test shots were fired, Luya and Yiliang each found a large rock and hid behind it to snipe. The subsequent barrage was even more intense. Each mortar shell, like a giant radish swung high into the air, traced an arc as it hurtled towards its target. Destroying enemy villages was a common task for the mercenary camp, and wiping out the tribe of dwarf savages was no different.

The shells were fired continuously, not to kill many savages, but to scare them out of their nests, where the sniper rifles would finish them off. Among the hundreds of large nests hanging from the trees by the lake, two treasure chests should be inside one of them. Otherwise, the mortar shells would have turned their sleeping nests into graves long ago.

Chapter 160: Initial Alert Status.

Where the shells landed, flashes of light emerged from the billowing smoke, and sturdy trees swayed violently, leaves and broken branches scattering in a chaotic cascade. Dozens of elderly, young, sick, and disabled dwarf savages scrambled out of their burrows in panic, their mouths chattering incessantly. The

shells, trailing long whistles, plunged down from above the primitive tribe, unleashing tremendous force. Some dwarf savages, seeing this, hastily raised an arm, pointing at the incoming shells and screaming, like curious children shouting after spotting a shooting star.

The explosive weapon showed no mercy, angrily tearing apart their short, thin limbs, like an invisible carnage. I continued bombarding, forcing these ignorant little savages to expose themselves. The launcher was seven hundred meters away from the dwarf tribe, hidden behind two-meter-high grass; the verdant canopy added to our mystery and also deepened the savages' ignorance.

They assumed it was divine retribution, a punishment from the heavens, and rushed to the empty rocky shore, kneeling in worship. Yi Liang and Lu Ya's sniper rifles emerged from the tangled reeds, their barrels brushing aside the small, noodle-like blades of grass in front of their scopes, and fired.

"Bang, bang..." Bullets flew two meters above the lake surface, striking the undulating, dark, gleaming bodies. The extermination lasted two hours; fifty shells had left the nests teetering on the brink of collapse. Almost all the mobile dwarf savages were killed by sniper rifles.

Smoke billowed from the area where the attacks had taken place. We switched to our AKA rifles and approached by raft. The mirror-like lake shimmered with green waves, the rising steam like silken threads, as if we had entered the world of black elves. Even romance has wounds, and needs blood to stain it. The raft slowly approached a giant, suspended nest, from which came the cries of infants.

The nests, constructed from slender branches and vines, hung above the water to protect against moisture and wild animals—truly castles in the air. Luya, curious, was about to investigate when I grabbed her delicate arm. She blinked her large eyes, staring at me in astonishment.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang." The AK-47 rifle fired in rapid succession at the nests, abruptly silencing the cries inside. "Aren't you afraid a shortbow will pierce your neck? Don't let your body protect your weapon; that would be counterproductive." Seeing the hidden anger in my cold words, Luya simply lowered her head, uttered an "Oh," and remained silent. Before inspecting each nest, I fired a few AK-47 rifle bullets to prevent any potential danger. (Mobile reading: wαр.⑴ ⑹k.cn)

As the sun began to glow red, I finally found two treasure chests. For the remaining nests, I fired a few more shots from a hundred meters away to kill any remaining life, then ignored them. We quickly left the lake and entered a narrow stream. Two girls stood on the drifting raft, one on each side with their backs to me. I told them not to turn around, to hold their sniper rifles at attention, and to be wary of the mountain walls on both sides.

When no one was looking, I put the gems into one box and threw the other empty box into the stream. After sealing the treasure chest, I used binoculars to survey the area. Finding a suitable crevice, I hid the treasure chest on top of it. (Mobile reading: wαр.⑴ ⑹ｋ.cn)

All the gems of Canggui are now under my control. As long as this island doesn't fall, I will be the master of wealth. Exterminating the dwarf savages was a last resort; their range of activity is too wide, easily attracting the Sea Demon. If we were to fight these pirates, outnumbered, we would need sufficient strategic depth. Therefore, the basin depression must be opened to us in advance; otherwise, we'd be surrounded by threats, our chances of survival even smaller.

Back on the large ship, it was late. I took a few pieces of wolf meat, hung them on five hooks, and tossed them into the stream again. The food in the hold wasn't much, only enough for ten days. If we could catch a similar giant catfish, our preparations would be more solid.

At night, the women leaned against the stove, chewing their food and gathering warmth from the flames. The firelight danced on their delicate necks, as if trying to find the spot where their cleavage would slip inside. Several beautiful women, their faces beaming with joy, squatted down, their legs, which had been tightly pressed together, gradually losing their guard, unaware that the firelight was leaping wildly in their tight, mysterious crevices.

Holding small branches, I laid out a makeshift terrain on the floor and continued explaining to Luya and Yiliang. I hypothesized multiple enemies and various scenarios, telling them how to deal with them and how to understand their psychology. They studied very diligently. As long as the Sea Demon couldn't detect the large ship, I wouldn't tell them the truth, lest their young minds bear too much pressure. After all, they hadn't killed any modern people yet.

At night, I went up to the deck several times, tugged at the fishing line, but hadn't hooked any prey, so I went back to my cabin and slept with my rifle. Before the various forest birds uttered their first cries of dawn, I was already awake, carrying my axe to the opposite bank to cut down trees. In the next few days, I had to build up the large ship to prevent the pirates on the Sea Demon from spotting it and chasing after us.

The birds and animals on the nearby mountain walls had decreased significantly in recent days, as if they had been frightened away by the gunfire and never returned. The women on the ship pulled together the ropes to drag the broken tree crowns from the raft onto the deck. Around noon, the entire ship had transformed back into a small green island in a stream, and walking on the deck felt like a stroll through a shady forest. (Mobile reading: wαр.⑴ ⑹k.cn) After

a quick lunch, I donned my homemade green wolfskin, slung my Barrett sniper rifle over my shoulder, and, carrying ammunition and food, climbed back to the summit. Crouching low, I approached a large tree, drew my machete, cut several vines, carefully wrapped them around the barrel of my rifle, and then tightened them with green cloth strips. Engaging in a firefight with professional snipers requires extreme caution; their eyes, peering through their scopes, are just as sharp as mine. (Mobile reading: wαр.⑴ ⑹k.cn)

Like a gecko, I silently climbed the tree, crouched in the dense canopy, and, perched on the thickest section of the trunk, began to peer towards the coast near the cave. The vast sea was empty; apart from the surging waves, no moving objects could be seen.

The basin depression was completely sealed off. For the Sea Demon to enter, it would have to cross the forest and the great river. I readjusted my sniper scope, extending the search distance. In the vast forest, the slowly flowing river resembled a giant python followed by several smaller pythons, crawling towards the sea.

I moved my line of sight along the river, further increasing the density of the search network. Right at the tributary where the dwarf savage's treasure chest was located, a giant spine emerged from the river's surface, surfacing for fifty meters before sinking to the bottom. My heart skipped a beat. Based on the markings on the scope, the object was at least ten meters wide and fifty or sixty meters long—even a sperm whale couldn't grow to that size.

No known creature could contain it; it might be a legendary sea monster. The thought sent a chill down my spine; I felt like I'd fallen into the Jurassic period, constantly being devoured by a creature the size of a crane.

Without daring to think further, I took a few deep breaths and quickly pressed my eyes back against the sniper scope, hoping to see that behemoth again. Luckily, it hadn't targeted me in the forest river; otherwise, the ship would have surely been sunk.

Chapter 161: The Watcher at the Summit.

Broken water plants and branches floated on the river's surface, helplessly carried away by the current. These fragmented plants, reaching the shallow sea, would be eaten by various fish, much like our lives. Only by hiding in the mountain stream could we escape the persecution of the Sea Demon.

My sniper line scanned back and forth along that stretch of river, but the massive gray-brown back never reappeared. I slowly climbed down the tree, crouching in the grass as I crept towards the mountainside. My wolf skin, draped with strips of green cloth, made me look like a pile of plants swaying in the wind. I picked up the binoculars and began observing the ship below the deep ravine, only to see a hooked rope twitching. Luya and Yiliang, draped in green wolf skins, were pulling on a rope, leaning back and trying to drag their prey.

Their delicate eyebrows were furrowed, their pearly white teeth lightly biting their lips, their peach-colored faces already flushed red. This comical sight made me chuckle. Such lovely girls, if kidnapped by pirates, would be God's punishment for humanity. My bloodthirsty nature grows stronger every day. In truth, deep down I know that the person most obsessed with the feeling of bullets piercing human bodies is myself.

Those dwarf savages shouldn't have offended me at this time, though their ignorance should be forgiven and tolerated by modern civilization. But the poisoned shortbow filled me with a deep loathing; a scratch on myself would be fatal, and a scratch on those delicate women would plunge me back into agony. In this world, Luya and Yiliang were like two bandages for my soul, binding my psychological wounds and suppressing the flow of blood.

Within a two-kilometer radius, no suspicious targets had appeared. I put away my sniper rifle, pulled the grappling hook down to the stream bank, and the two girls, seeing me approach, immediately shouted excitedly, "Another big whale! Come and catch it!" I didn't say anything, took the AK-47 from my back, and tried to shoot the prey in the head. Unexpectedly

, the prey seemed to understand the destructive power of firearms, suddenly diving underwater. The rope in the two girls' delicate hands snapped back with a thud, like a broken string. I quickly put away my weapon and pulled up the two girls, who were rubbing their bottoms and groaning. "A catfish, probably a pair. It's looking for the mate we hunted last time."

The rope made the iron railing tremble. I gently pulled the rope, like leading a shy bride, guiding her to obey. The strength I felt in my hands told me that I had hooked not a giant catfish, but a smaller one. The giant catfish I pulled last time was unusually stubborn, leaving my arms aching and numb. (Mobile reading: wαр.⑴ ⑹k.cn) As I gathered

my underwater belongings, it obediently surfaced with the pull, as if begging for favor. A light-colored back arched up, but its smooth, round head remained submerged. It was a two-meter-long finless porpoise, entirely silver-gray, its skin slippery and shiny. Fresh blood continuously gushed from its mouth, the viscous strands floating on its head.

Sharp fleshy hooks pierced the porpoise's lower jaw, barbs deeply embedded in its lips, offering no chance of escape. Its eyes were beautiful, like glistening purple-black grapes, and when its mouth closed, it gave off a friendly smile. Finless porpoises and dolphins are both spiritually aware; they can sense human emotions and were very sensitive to my gun-raising posture.

"This isn't a whale, it's a dolphin! Look, it's crying!" Luya shouted behind me, showing some sympathy for its prey. "Take the sniper rifle, go around to the stern, and shoot the porpoise in the brain." Luya's big, watery eyes widened again as she looked up at me intently.

"I'll go, Luya waits here." Yi Liang knew Luya's naiveté was returning, so he picked up the sniper rifle, intending to shoot for her. "No, let her go herself," I said in a low voice. "No food until this porpoise is dead; she'll sleep on the deck tonight."

In the end, Luya reluctantly picked up the rifle, lay down at the stern, and shot the porpoise in the head. The bullet blasted a black hole in the slick, bulging skull, the thick, sticky blood pushing the blood floating on top of its head far away, like a layer of crimson spiderweb.

The porpoise's cry sounded like a baby's giggles, and it passed away peacefully. We needed food; compassion was less useful than a belt, tightening a little when we were hungry. Hearing the gunshot, Chi Chun ran to the cabin door and looked out. Seeing that I had caught another big fish, a charming smile bloomed on her pretty face. (Mobile reading: wαр.⑴ ⑹ｋ.cn)

Together, we hauled our prey onto the deck and dragged it into the hall, where the women busied themselves with their tasks. "Pork is very nourishing for women," Chi Chun explained as she sliced the meat, describing how to prepare this delicacy.

I paid no attention to this culinary philosophy, simply going along with the women's cheerful atmosphere. What truly troubled me was the massive ridge I had just seen from the summit. As dawn broke, I reattached the half-cooked wolf meat to the empty hook, tossed it far into the stream, and then climbed back up to the summit.

Watching the enemy was now paramount; I needed to spot them the moment they appeared and keep a close watch until the pirates were gone. In the past three days, we had caught many large fish, and our food reserves were plentiful. Whether we sailed far or ventured deeper, we were well-prepared.

On the morning of the fourth day, I climbed to the summit early, gazing at the distant coastline and the well-navigated river. The morning unfolded as usual. Just as I was about to pull back my sniper rifle and lie down in a tree to eat some roasted meat, a blurry white dot appeared on the wide waterway where the river flows into the sea. The piece of meat I was holding immediately fell from the tree. I quickly grabbed my sniper rifle and peered through the scope.

A small white yacht, its motor revving at high speed, was rushing towards the inner part of the forest. Five men, dressed in Marine Corps uniforms, were on board. One of them, wearing sunglasses, was chewing gum, his left hand holding a US M16 automatic rifle vertically, scanning the surroundings menacingly. Another man, with a scar on his forehead and unusually thick arms, his muscles almost bursting through his short-sleeved shirt, was steering the yacht, a cigar dangling from his lips, his dark face making his teeth appear starkly white when he grinned.

I practically slid down from the tree, crouching and running swiftly along the ridge of the mountaintop. I didn't know where the white yacht was headed, but I had to get closer to observe. Once they entered the stream where the larger boat was, I had to shoot them down from the summit.

The green wolf pelt on my body trembled from the rustling leaves. I grabbed a handful of grass as I ran, chewed it vigorously, and then smeared the sticky sap on my face. Reaching the confluence of the stream and a forest tributary, I lay down under a large rock, using the dense vines for cover.

A small white boat was turning a bend in the river, its pointed bow raised high. Five men were laughing excitedly. They stuck out gun barrels tied with fresh plants, then pressed their eyes against the scopes. The boat rounded the bend and headed towards me. They must be members of the Sea Demon; they looked more professional than the mercenaries Cang Gui had hired.

These men appeared carefree and unrestrained, but each of them was wary of their surroundings. Their laughter seemed like a performance, a disguise. A pirate in a dark green vest sat cross-legged in the middle of the boat, peering through binoculars. He held a German-made G22 sniper rifle in his arms, with an effective range of 800 meters against living targets. With the installation of a night vision sight, this gun is perfectly suited for night combat.

Chapter 162: Scout Cannon Fodder

I'm well concealed now. In a few minutes, once they approach the mountain pass, I can choose any one of the five pirates to shoot. They might be searching for Cang Gui to complete a large arms deal. These guys, their small boat speeding across the river, kicking up sand and stones as if it were empty, are unaware that they are about to become scout cannon fodder.

It would be unwise to shoot the sniper in the green vest with the first bullet; ordinary snipers are prone to making such a serious mistake. No mother ship for the small yacht was found along the coast around the island, so it's impossible for the five pirates to have crossed the ocean to get here.

The small boat is like a small white building speeding across the river. Through the bright windshield in front of the cockpit, you can see a walkie-talkie fixed to the left of the steering wheel, and an exposed metal antenna extending from the top of the boat. If the small yacht is likened to a snail, it is those two antennae.

You must wait until the enemy enters a certain range; that way, the chances of shooting are higher, and even if the enemy turns to escape, the bullet can still track them down. The light was perfect; the T-shaped cursor in the sniper scope remained relatively stationary with the rapidly speeding boat. I breathed steadily, waiting for this frantic little vessel to enter the next bend. And this bend led directly to the creek where the large ship had run aground.

"Bang." An opportunity arose; the target intersected with the light's compass line. Aside from the margin of error, the radio navigation antenna, 1200 meters away, seemed to explode from overload, tumbling into pieces and bouncing into the river. The green-vested sniper, sitting cross-legged, suddenly leaped out of the boat, his body hovering above the river's surface. "Bang." Seizing this opening, a second sniper bullet followed, striking his back and heart, adding a powerful thrust to his attempt to fall into the river. As soon as

the first bullet left the barrel, I aimed the scope at the sniper's chest. His thin lips trembled slightly, barely perceptible, but judging from the lip movements, it sounded like he uttered the word "Vak," a helpless rebuke. As a fellow sniper, he already had a deep-seated knowledge that the probability of him dying from the second bullet was high.

It was like a sniper hidden atop a high tower, watching enemies scurrying about like ants below, happily firing away. But then, as he aimed, a tank's cannon barrel suddenly appeared in his scope, creaking and stopping right in front of him. Aside from cursing one last time or praying for God to open the door, there was almost no point in running away or falling to his death. (Mobile reading: wαр.⑴) (6)

The green-vested sniper, because he was sitting cross-legged, needed more than three seconds to stand up and find cover, making him the obvious first target. So, he decisively plunged into the treacherous river. But he still lost his gamble and died.

This quick reflex further confirmed that they were not ordinary pirates, almost like regular marines trained from the ground up. The moment the exposed wireless navigation pole was shattered, their laughter hadn't even faded when they realized it wasn't a sudden malfunction, but a ghostly sniper shot.

No matter how skilled the enemy, when luck runs out, they will lose their lives. They didn't know that their illegal business partner had already perished, and on this deserted island where no one should be, a super-long-range sniper shot was lying in ambush on the summit, by... I, the ruthless A-level ghost assassin, am in control.

The bullet, fired in the sixth second, pierced the windshield of the small boat, striking the driver in the face. He was indoors and couldn't accurately assess the situation, hence the delayed crouching for cover. This dark-skinned, muscular man was dragged to the ground. Foaming blood sprayed and blurred the clean, bright windowpane, like streaks of liquid sliding down a mountainside during snowfall.

The white yacht, like a horse without a driver, swayed frantically a few times before coming to a stop. Hookah smoke rose slowly from the river, like a white veil, concealing me atop the high peak. The superior position of my position made the incoming bullets appear to fly through the mist, making it difficult for the enemy to pinpoint their source. (Mobile reading: wαр.⑴) (6)k.cn

The three armed pirates had all huddled inside the small boat, curled up tightly, with no visible openings to shoot. The small boat bobbed alone on the water, no one refueling it or steering it. The three pirates knew the sniper's patience well, and they held their ground for a full hour.

Eyes pressed against the scope, fixed on the target. The enemy was also in trouble; they couldn't contact the mother ship unless they sailed back in the small boat to relay their message. The Barrett sniper rifle, like a venomous snake, once it injected its prey with venom, would never let it escape. Another hour passed... For an hour, the three men remained well-hidden, leaving no trace.

Driven by the fear of death and the will to survive, they were determined to hold out until nightfall, then escape in their boat once the sniper's line of sight thinned. Shooting through the hull would not only damage the boat but also be ineffective. At high speed, a single shot to the pilot could have sent him crashing into a large tree on the shore, exploding in flames and black smoke. But the enemy's mother ship hadn't appeared on the coastline, and this small boat held profound significance for us. Even revealing a single piece of information about the attack on the mother ship would plunge me into a hellish struggle.

"Bang." The fourth bullet fired, striking the area above the three pirates' hideout through the boat's window. Glass shattered, likely landing in the enemy's neck or splattering across their hunched backs. This shot was a warning, telling the enemy to lie down; the sniper rifle remained, like a grim reaper, watching them intently.

After being hit, the small yacht spun slightly. "Bang!" Another shot rang out, striking the bow and accelerating the spin. One of the men inside could no longer contain himself, knowing he was about to be exposed, yet too afraid to move. He could only grit his teeth and extend a hand, attempting to crouch and start the boat backwards.

Seeing his target exposed, "Bang!" A bullet flew out, blasting the back of his hand gripping the steering wheel to shreds. Two of his five shattered fingers hit the ground, while three bounced onto the control panel, mingling with broken glass. It was as if the bloodied fingers had been deliberately severed and preserved in glistening ice for sale—a bloody scene.

The enemy's agonizing screams couldn't reach the summit, but from his sudden retraction of his severed limbs, it wasn't hard to imagine the pain. The other two men, seeing their companion suffer such a blow, dared not move again. I continued firing at the bow; I had to kill these three alive before nightfall.

The small boat, like a compass needle, gradually aligned itself perpendicular to my firing position. The wooden door to the cabin had already been kicked shut by a pirate, obscuring the interior. But that was enough. "Bang, bang, bang..." The sniper rifle, like a dragon spitting pearls, fired relentlessly at the wooden door.

The bullets,

like mortar fire bombarding a dwarf savage, were designed to force him to reveal himself. Inside the cabin, the bullets must have been fatal; holes appeared in the door panels one after another. The pirate crouching in the corner could no longer hold back and suddenly leaped out of the front window.

"Bang." A bullet, waiting patiently, pierced the white man's waist before he could even regain his footing. It was as if an invisible foot had kicked him into the river. Now, two pirates remained inside, their fates unknown. I changed to a full magazine and continued firing at the cabin door.

The sniper bullets fired in rapid bursts, like serrated blades, until the wooden hatch was completely ripped open and the man collapsed onto the floor. Inside lay two men, seven or eight holes gushing from their thighs and backs.

After confirming their deaths, I put away my sniper rifle, used the grappling hook to quickly descend the mountain, reached the riverbank, opened the small inflatable raft I had brought, and paddled towards the small boat I had seized. This white boat, ten meters long and three meters wide, was perfect for navigating the stream. Inside, the firing was chaotic and haphazard; bullets, like rivets embedded in the walls, emitted wisps of smoke that were difficult to ignite.

The man whose hand had been blown off had his neck crammed into the corner, bent at a ninety-degree angle. His face was contorted with agony, but his soul hadn't been taken with him. I bent down, took a pair of sunglasses from his chest, and put them on my own. The world's light instantly turned a dark red, and a long-lost sense of exhilaration surged through me.

The sunglasses, worth about two hundred dollars, were high-end, made of a special synthetic material. They felt comfortable on the bridge of my nose, and aside from sniping, I didn't need to remove them during a typical firefight.

Another guy lay prone, his left arm draped behind his back. He'd probably been crouching and moving, and while dodging through bullets, he was hit in the back first. His fingers had barely touched the spot when another bullet struck, ending his life. I grabbed his hair, turning his pale face to reveal blue pupils already dilated many times over.

I found some chocolate and chewing gum, stuffed them into my backpack, then dragged the naked corpses to the side of the boat. I pulled out a dagger and slashed both men's buttocks and chests several times before kicking them into the water. Those hungry water monsters would quickly dispose of the traces.

I restarted the small white yacht, accelerating towards the larger ship. The stream breeze was refreshing. My hands gripped the steering wheel, my long hair flying around my ears. I hadn't felt this speed in a long time. If the large ship had been running at the speed of this small boat, we would have already left this perilous island.

The gray-faced monkeys on both sides of the mountain cliffs stared at me with their bright black eyes, their furry little paws gripping the branches overhead, ready to flee at any moment. Another reason the small boat was moving so fast was to guard against that giant, hunched-back creature; if it followed the scent of blood and attacked, survival would be impossible.

The motor, like two small legs on the water, thrashed about, propelling the small boat forward at breakneck speed. As we approached the large ship, I took off my sunglasses to avoid being accidentally shot by the two little snipers on deck.

As soon as the yacht docked below the stern, Lu Ya and Yi Liang excitedly ran over. Chi Chun and several other women, hearing the motor, also came out of the cabin and stood on the deck. I quickly waved, signaling them to return to the cabin immediately and not to expose their sexy legs and shoulders, as it would weaken the camouflage provided by the tree canopy.

"Is someone trying to rescue us? Ah..." Upon seeing the blood on the small white yacht, Lu Ya immediately stopped asking questions, instantly understanding. "The second pirate ship has arrived, but they haven't spotted us yet. Don't worry, just stay hidden. Once the enemy leaves, we can leave." I tried to explain optimistically, allaying any unnecessary panic.

I climbed onto the deck, found a piece of military green tarpaulin, and covered the small yacht's conspicuous color. Then I used a hatchet to cut some bright green branches and stuck them around the edge of the yacht, making it look like a large rock covered with trees.

A few days ago, I had already buried guns and ammunition on the cliffs on both sides of the river. All kinds of weapons that might be needed were wrapped in tarpaulin and stuffed into the crevices of the rocks. Now, I moved a large number of weapons out, loaded them onto the yacht, and headed towards the basin depression with Luya and Yiliang.

The two girls, clad in green camouflage with their wolf hats perked up, each held a sniper rifle high, giggling on the speeding yacht. They also liked the feeling of speed, which allowed them to shake off danger and leave it far behind. Although my face was calm, I was anxious inside. Where exactly was the small yacht's mother ship? If we couldn't find out, the potential danger would be huge.

The enemy lost five pirates, and they will surely send out more patrols at dawn, perhaps even several ships. Even if two ships rush into the stream simultaneously, eliminating them would be extremely difficult. Once the battle gets out of control, we'll have no choice but to venture deeper

into the lake and forest area. Before darkness fell, I used my broadsword to cut down the nests hanging from the trees and filled them with large stones, sinking them to the bottom of the lake. I reserved ten huge nests near the depths of the forest, hiding them there along with our weapons. On the way back, I told the two girls a lot, instructing them to memorize the terrain and how to use the environment to snipe the enemy.

A light drizzle began to fall that night. Every woman on the large ship stayed awake, and I divided them into two groups to transport them to the basin depression. The dwarf savage's nests, hanging high in the trees, were where the women temporarily crouched for shelter. Although not as comfortable as on the large ship, they provided adequate protection from the wind and rain.

The joyful expression on Chi Chun's charming face vanished without a trace. She tended to the food and instructed the women. As I finished arranging everything and prepared to leave with Lu Ya and Yi Liang, she threw herself into my arms, weeping.

"You lied to me! So much blood and bullet holes on the boat—it must have been a very dangerous enemy for you to shoot so violently. You must come back safe and sound. The children and I are waiting for you." She lifted her tear-streaked face, cupped my face in her hands, and pressed her warm, fragrant tongue into my mouth.

I embraced Chi Chun's slender waist tightly, offering her encouragement and comfort. She was leading these women alone, hiding in the dark lake and forest. If something happened to me and I couldn't return, they would likely perish here.

As I sailed away with Lu Ya and Yi Liang, my heart ached terribly. I didn't know what kind of fierce battle tomorrow would bring, whether the two little girls would be injured in the fighting, or whether one of them would be lost—these were possibilities I dared not contemplate.

The yacht approached the stern of the large ship. I climbed onto the deck first, then lifted the two girls into my arms. There were still two hours until dawn. To maintain good condition for tomorrow's battle, we lowered the cabin door and began a short nap. After a busy night, the two girls quickly fell asleep. Looking at their sweet little faces, I also drifted into a deep sleep. In my dream, there was a valley, and the two girls were running in a meadow full of wildflowers. I kept shouting, "Lie down! Lie down! Don't laugh loudly!"

Chapter 164: The Sniper's Position in the Canyon

. The charcoal fire in the stove had gone out sometime ago. Just as dawn was breaking, I was awakened by the cold. The two little girls were still asleep, huddled together in the cold. Opening the cabin door, I saw a cold rain falling on the entire verdant mountain stream, stretching endlessly upwards.

With this damp weather, the leaves camouflaged on the large ship could delay withering, saving the trouble of logging and replanting. I woke the two girls and gave them some chocolate to replenish their energy beforehand. "Climb to the summit with me later. First, run around in the lobby to warm up your muscles," I said in a low voice, then went to prepare the necessary gear.

The drizzling rain didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon, and it was a bit too early to climb; some of the rock faces were too dark. When we came out of the cabin, it was already filled with a spiderweb-like network of lightning. The three of us went up to the deck, put our wolf hats on our heads, and began to raft towards the riverbank.

Luya and Yiliang each had four hooks tied to their slender waists: one thrown up the rock face as a safety net, two for climbing like mantis arms, and the last one connected to my waist. We formed a triangle on the rock face, with the two girls to my lower left and lower right, so that if either of them slipped and fell, I could lift them up with my strong arms.

The verdant branches overhead were laden with dew, and each time the swung rope touched them, tadpole-sized droplets of water would splash and roll down, soaking the little wolf hat wrapped around my head and my arms. "Be careful to protect your eyes, don't let the water droplets or insects get in," I reminded the two girls below me, and continued searching for a foothold on the rock face to climb upwards. Every exposed tree root, every protruding rock, once it touched my palm, was seized like prey.

My heart was in my throat, constantly worried that the two girls would suddenly slip, causing the rope around my waist to tug sharply. When I reached halfway up the cliff, I glanced back at Luya and Yiliang; they were already panting heavily, their bright red mouths constantly spitting out thin white steam, the temperature in the mountain stream had dropped drastically.

"Don't give up, we're almost at the summit! I still have some chewing gum and chocolate in my pocket; I'll share them with you when we get up." This encouragement amused the two girls. They looked at each other and nodded, their tired faces disappearing, and happily began to climb. As if trying to catch up with me, they were the first to choose their favorite food from their pockets.

Since that night when we stole the seven treasure chests and scattered the mandrills sleeping in the grass, they hadn't been seen nearby. In the sprawling forest, several gray sloths were cuddling their young, sleeping. They had their heads down, looking like they were hiding in their dreams to avoid the rain. "Luya, don't look around. Hold on tight to something and keep up with the formation." I had to constantly remind her to prevent her from getting distracted.

After two full hours, I finally reached the edge of the summit, caught my breath, and leaped up. Seeing that I had reached the summit, the two girls stopped climbing and waited for the rope to lift them up. My rough, strong hands gripped the rope attached to Luya's waist tightly, lifting her steadily upwards.

The girl, her feet dangling in the air, screamed like an excited little turtle, staring at the bottomless ravine. While pulling Yiliang, she quickly closed her eyes to avoid being frightened. Though she was quietly pulled up, she clung tightly to my neck as soon as she threw herself into my arms, her fair forehead already glistening with sweat from nervousness. Giving them

both some food, the sweet taste quickly chased away their fear. At an altitude of nearly two thousand meters, the mountains were majestic and shrouded in mist. Even I, the first time I climbed this height, found it difficult to adapt, let alone the two girls' fear.

I slowly climbed the tall tree, parted the dripping branches, and extended the barrel of my sniper rifle, laden with fresh plants. The world through the scope became a blur; the vast forest was diligently bathing in the rain, and the winding, expansive river flowed slowly, not yet overflowing.

In the distance, the coastline was battered by vast, heavy waves, yet no giant ships were in sight. This phenomenon truly puzzled me. The only possibility was that the mother ship was far from the island, deliberately sending a small boat to probe first.

No second wave of patrol boats appeared in the rain-shrouded river. I swiftly slid down the large tree, leading Luya and Yiliang, running along the mountain peak. Reaching the dense grass where I had previously shot the mandrill, I piled up several large rocks and cut branches to create a natural sniping position.

“Yi Liang, you'll lie in ambush here. Once the pirate yacht passes by the ravine, you must first kill the sniper on it. If you don't spot the sniper, shoot the driver to force them to crash. This time, the enemy is a top-tier assassin like myself, so don't shoot like a dwarf savage. Remember, fire only one shot at a time. Whether you hit or not, retreat a hundred meters and lie in wait.”

Yi Liang looked grave. She was a sixteen-year-old girl who had only studied sniping for a few days. Facing such a powerful opponent in her first real combat, she was understandably nervous and flustered. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her forehead forcefully. “Remember, if you don't die, I won't die either. As long as I'm here, these bastards will die of their own volition.” I gently released Yi Liang from my comforting embrace, made her lie down, cut some grass with my knife, spread it on her little wolf hat, and then, holding Lu Ya's warm little hand, continued running towards the ravine's exit.

After running a kilometer, we reached an open section of the mountain. As usual, we moved some stones and stuck in camouflage branches to make everything look natural. Luya lay in ambush here, conducting mid-range sniping, firing only one bullet before retreating into the woods a hundred meters away.

By the time I reached the position where I had sniped the small yacht yesterday, it was about eight in the morning. Sufficient food and fresh water were prepared at both girls' sniping positions. Before darkness fell, our only task was to wait for the target.

The mother ship and the small yacht had lost radio communication; anticipating the worst, these militaristic pirates certainly wouldn't send out another small boat in the same way or in the same number. I raised my binoculars from under the grass vines on my forehead, constantly monitoring the river.

As noon approached, a light rain continued to fall from the gray sky. I wondered if Luya and Yiliang could hold on. Waiting for an unknown target was an essential element of sniping, and I was worried their delicate bodies wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and relax for a moment, two yachts appeared at the mouth of the river, the same color and size as yesterday's. Each was staffed with the same personnel: a sniper and four automatic riflemen.

The advance team that hadn't returned yesterday was mostly assumed to have encountered natural disasters in the forest; since the arms deal with Cang Gui hadn't taken place yet, they couldn't have suffered any hostile harm. The enemy was in the open while we were in the shadows; we had to make good use of this advantage. Once they discovered our cover, it would force them to immediately adopt the correct tactics for a counterattack. At that point, the battle would be exceptionally difficult.

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