Hidden Assassin

When he saw the island, Nguyen Zongdan's tight nerves only slightly relaxed.

He was a Vietnamese, formerly a Special Forces soldier, retired as a free mercenary, and fought with his brother Nguyen Zong-Jing in Thailand, Israel and Pakistan for almost twelve years before he established his own mercenary regiment. He was a lucky man compared to other mercenaries who fought all their lives and even died without a grave. Of course, if someone says so, he will be very angry, because in the twelve years of light, he has done too much, not just a simple effort.

He had never been involved in any battle about China prior to his participation in the Star Dream raid, and this time he did so because of the temptation, the detailed plans and information, and the trust placed in the remaining mercenary regiments.

The result of the operation, however, was a disgrace, as it was intended to overtake the entire cruise ship in an hour, but it took more than four hours before it had to fade under the threat of the navy, not even the bomb, and then flee all the way to the present situation.

Out of shame, he was actually one of the lucky ones. Since the impact of the incident was so bad, as soon as the news came out, the army sprayed a tight net inside the Chinese maritime domain, under heavy blockade, at least within the limits of Nguyen Zongdar's knowledge, I am afraid that a large proportion of his companions who had been involved in the incident had been found or sunk, and he had been hiding at sea for almost two days in a particularly fearful mood. Later, news emerged of an alarming maritime storm.

With a small boat like yourself now to defend against a massive maritime storm is purely a dream. Although the naval forces cannot be searched at this time, it is not possible to escape at all. The only concern at present is where to avoid the storm. It can only be attributed to luck that, according to a freelance mercenary he had temporarily taken in, there should be an uninhabited island nearby that had not been found on the nautical chart. So after several missed paths, they finally discovered this bay, which was temporarily sheltered from the wind.

For the time being, they were relieved to let everyone off the boat and, incidentally, the hostages captured on the boat were transferred. This was their only reward for this operation, or when they were later discovered by the navy, it would be the only leverage to negotiate with them, and there could not be too much flash loss. However, it was not until a week after a separate gunboat had visited the deserted island that he had received alarming news: on the other side of the island, a similar gunboat that had been severely damaged had been stranded and, initially, it was estimated that there were already companions on the island who had made the last move.

The last operation, saying that there were many companions, was actually too light an enemy, leading to a situation in which they were all fighting each other. In the current situation, although everyone might be united by external pressures, they had to guard against one hand. On second thought, he decided to stay at the beach only tonight and then send a team of 10 to search and negotiate. Since the other ship had been destroyed, his two gunboats were the best bargaining chips.

One plan, after dinner, he saw the ten most capable men enter the pitch-black mountain forest. It feels like this loss could be slightly compensated here. I'm kind of happy to think of that.

This is a precious spirit of pleasure in suffering.

After sending ten envoys into the woods, he slowly stepped back to the camp, which was small, but at a time when there had been some noise, a few large campfire piles and a mercenary was dragging a long-haired Chinese girl out of the tent.

That was one of the hostages caught this time. Although she was about fifteen or six years old, her body was well developed and she looked beautiful. Some mercenaries couldn't help but want to move her at sea. All of them were stopped by Nguyen Zongdar. At this moment, the girl's hands were tied tightly behind her back, her hair was grabbed by each other, but she still struggled desperately to get out of the tent. A bunch of mercenaries laughing around. The scene was hot.

Again, Nguyen Zong dared to be a little angry. He did not care about these things, but about the authority of his commander. Since he had previously said not to touch her, no one would be allowed to do such things until he lifted the order. He was about to rush forward to throw the guy who had never seen a woman in his life aside. Suddenly, he heard only a “ah” shout. A man suddenly rushed out of the tent. The mercenary at the door couldn't stand under the guard. He was actually hit out and fell gray on the beach.

Rushing out of nowhere was a teenager whose hands were also tied, said to be the girl's brother, at a time when the brothers and sisters were snuggling together, and although they were tied to each other, their gaze was astonishing. The mercenary climbed up from the ground and was angry to raise his assault rifle, but the next moment, he was punched to the ground by Nguyen Zongdar, who walked over.

“Buffalo, I told you before, nobody messes around without my orders, and you don't seem to put my orders in your ears. ”

“Yes, I'm sorry, boss, I know...” The so-called buffalo mercenary climbed up from the ground again and wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth. He said so, and his eyes were obviously very uncomfortable. Nguyen Zong dared look at the teenager on the ground and said: "But I can give you a chance now.” He said that the dagger broke the rope in the hand of the teenager on the ground. In his questionable eyes, he pointed to two people and said in Chinese: “You two, fight face to face, you win, you have the right to speak. ”

Climbing up from the ground, the teenager rubbed his wrist, tied with a rope, and looked at Nguyen Zongdar with some hesitation, then reached behind him: “Sister, go in first.” While the young girl returned to the tent, the buffalo on the other side unlocked the knife gun. In his opinion, the young man was only seventeen or eighteen years old, paid the appearance of a cream student and fought with him, which was an insult to himself.

This view was corrected a moment later.

The fighting skills of the members of this mercenary group are basically Thai boxing, mainly heavy fighting. The fighting power of the buffalo in this mercenary group is only moderate, but it is much stronger than that of the so-called martial artists and so on. However, when his first few waves of attacks were skilfully avoided by the teenager, people could see that the other party actually has good fighting power, the skills used, which have always been called the world's number one, but are often regarded by the fighting world as playful Chinese kung fu.

Seeing a boring beating turned into a really interesting fight, everyone was excited for a long time. Seeing a juvenile like this, the buffalo couldn't help but rush for a moment. The powerful left and right sweep kicking links emerged. The juvenile kept retreating and hiding in the circle. After a moment, he finally seized the opportunity of the other party to overexert himself, suddenly rushing over and clashing himself.

Still a collision, the buffalo flew out on the spot. Although the real injury was not great, it also caused him to fall firmly on the ground to get up. In his sight, the teenager had pounced over and kicked him out without stopping. At the same time, he was hit hard on the temple, and the whole time passed out. One rolled up, the teenager just rubbed his kicked belly, pounding on it without stopping, then two heavy punches, and punched each other.

Just a gentle escape, by this moment, it has suddenly become an unreserved attack, one punch for one punch, one foot against the other, this kind of disregard for one's own way of playing with life, appeared on such a teenager, it is some surprise, and although there is no such horrible momentum and killing experience between life and death, the technique is much better than that of a buffalo, a fight, the buffalo is still in the downwind. Shortly after, the two of them were desperate to spill blood on each other, and the wounds on the corner of their mouths and noses were somewhat astonishing. At some point, the young man, who was still struggling, suddenly escaped from the other man's heavy punch.

At the same time as hitting each other, he was ready to punch. The other suddenly made such a large curved dodging motion, which made the buffalo feel happy, thinking that the teenager was finally frightened by his momentum, but at the next moment, the teenager had magically circled behind him, pulled up his left arm and punched it out towards the joint. If it was hit, this left arm would definitely be scrapped immediately. However, his fist was halfway through the air, but he had to stop voluntarily, because a pistol had reached his forehead, which was Nguyen Zongdar.

The posture of the three men stopped there, and the juvenile gazed at Nguyen Zongdan: “I knew you wouldn't keep your faith... Hmm...”

The buffalo turned around and punched him in the stomach. The teenager spit out a bite of blood and bowed his body. Then, he was kicked out by one of the other's sweeps.

The next thing became basically a one-sided beating, the teenager lacked much capacity to fight back, only to protect the bull to kick and beat, the girl in the tent screamed out, but was killed and pressed to the ground by a bystander mercenary, the teenager cried, the teenager was beaten to death, almost a blood man.

After a slight understanding of the hatred, the bison wiped the blood on his face and walked a few steps towards the girl who had been pressed to the ground. She was about to fall down, and the barrel fell against his forehead. Nguyen Zong dared to look at him coldly: “If you lose, touch her again, you will die. ”

“I…” looked at the surrounding companions with a despicable look, and the buffalo knew that he was behaving too badly, and now looked at the dying teenager with hatred, turning around and pushing away. A moment later, at the behest of Nguyen Zongdar, the men tied their brothers and sisters' hands and feet into the tent. Looking at the bloody teenager, Nguyen Zong dared to frown. For more than two days, he didn't even know there was such a powerful guy in the hostage. Fortunately, he can't do anything about it now.

For the time being... they can't be killed. I hear they are the children of a famous large family in Jianghai City. The man's name is Oriental Road, and the woman's name is Oriental...

... Wan? I think that's the word. Chinese names are really hard to remember.

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For the mercenaries in the camp, this is just a small pendulum. After the incident, some people talked about the Oriental Road, while others thought about Oriental Mandarin's body and the boss's orders, about how to cleverly turn the insertion into a true “insertion”. Time gradually passed, and since the days on the way to the boat were also too tiring, at around 10 o'clock most people went to sleep in the tent, leaving only those responsible for the night watch sitting by the fire talking.

The small tent, which houses the hostages in the centre, with undried tears on his face, sits at his side and looks out through a gap in the tent, both nervous and worried, as he is holding a rough pebble and scratching the rope on her hand. These mercenaries have a unique way of kidnapping people, and although their fingers can move, it is impossible to untie them where they cannot see.

The reason they were caught was because of a very retarded Oolong. Not to mention these boring reasons. In the two days that have elapsed along the way, her fears almost exceeded the sum of her life. Even if the gunboat was not large enough to crowd nearly 50 people, the mercenaries had no normal place to live, let alone as hostages. In the boat, every time she wanted to go to the bathroom was the most embarrassing time, the fear of being almost raped several times, made her hate it more than once, why she was a woman, and now, in order to protect herself, the elder brother was beaten like this, which made her feel more guilty.

She cried on her brother for a long time. In the whispers of Oriental Road, she knew that he had been hit like this intentionally, because it was the only way to make people feel careless. He could also successfully hide a pebble under the eyes of those sharp-eyed mercenaries. Although not sharp, the edge was rough after all, to this day, the pain on his body had endured, Oriental Road had been rubbing for two hours, even wood, almost to the point of being drilled out of the fire, the rope eyes were about to be worn off.

In the slightest light, there was also a hostage next to him, a fat man named Pai, who seemed to have fallen asleep and snored.

There is no more despicable, so-called unreliable man in Oriental Mandarin's heart. Thinking about it, she stared sharply, looked out of the gap, only slightly lit sea surface, a gunboat side seemed to silently emerge a dark shadow, drifted up along the boat's starboard side, acting strangely to the extent thought. At the bottom of his heart rose a chill, like a ghost, the shadow slipped silently into the boat's cabin...

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