Chapter 107: A Bloody Slaughter Unleashed

"Squad leader, must we really keep going like this?"

"Yes!"

"But Xiao San and Xiao Wu have already..."

"Shut up! A soldier's primary duty is to carry out orders, no matter how great the sacrifice!"

In the mountain forest, a squad of men was advancing with extreme caution. Dressed in camouflage and fully armed, they were the soldiers hunting down Liang Jing.

A soldier with a physique as sturdy as a young bull was rebuked by the squad leader. He couldn't help but grumble under his breath. What kind of orders were these? Executing orders? This was nothing more than aiding a tyrant and abusing public power for private gain. In this place where mutated monsters lurked, their ten-man squad had already lost two. Seeing comrades who were once as close as brothers die right in front of them made his heart ache with agony. More importantly, the target had been so severely wounded that he couldn't possibly have survived even if he had escaped; now that he had entered this dangerous and terrifying forest, he was likely already picked clean to the bone by mutated monsters. Wasn't this just making things difficult for themselves?

"Sigh! I know everyone finds what we're doing hard to understand, and I know it hurts to lose Xiao San and Xiao Wu."

"But what era is this? We are merely tools for the power plays of the elite. If the job is done well and the big shots are satisfied, there will always be rewards for us."

"Besides, haven't you seen the others carrying out their missions too? Everyone is in the same boat, so what is there to complain about?"

The bull-like soldier’s reaction was actually what everyone else in the squad was thinking. The squad leader knew it all too well, but they had all chosen to suppress their feelings for the time being.

The squad continued to push through the obstacles, carrying out their orders. However, they failed to notice a pair of blood-red eyes watching them—the gaze of the Grim Reaper.

Kill!

Liang Jing stared at the eight soldiers ahead with reddened eyes. Since you want to carry out your orders and take my life, and are prepared for any sacrifice, then you should also be prepared to lose your own lives. Come, die for me!

*Whoosh!*

Four steel balls exploded against the heads of four soldiers, shattering them instantly. Under the force of more than thirty times that of an ordinary man, the impact generated by the half-pound steel balls was truly horrifying.

"Enemy attack!"

A roar rang out. The remaining four soldiers, seeing the fate of their comrades, were incensed, their eyes nearly bursting with rage. They reflexively moved to retaliate...

*Swish!*

Before they could react, a black shadow flashed from the side. One man was struck, his head instantly severed from his neck. Immediately after, two figures charged toward the remaining three.

"Ah! Die!"

*Rat-tat-tat!*

The three soldiers, having regained their composure, erupted in fury and retaliated, desperate to unleash their anger and destroy the enemies before them. They hated these ambushers with every fiber of their being.

*Ding, ding, ding!*

However, the bullets fueled by their rage had no effect on the enemy—or perhaps they had a slight effect, at least slowing the enemy's charge for a split second. In the next moment, the black shadow flashed again, and another man, still firing his rifle, had his neck snapped, dead before he hit the ground.

At almost the same time, the two charging figures arrived. Ignoring the sparks and dust kicked up by the bullets hitting their bodies, they threw their fists. With two dull thuds, they struck the soldiers' heads. One head was crushed like a tomato smashed against a hard table, splattering fluid everywhere; the other soldier's face was driven back into his own spine.

The entire sequence seemed to take a long time, but it had occurred in a mere heartbeat. Within two or three seconds, from the start of the attack to the end, everything was finished. All enemies were neutralized!

*Hoo!*

Watching the eight soldiers—all dead from head and neck trauma—Liang Jing let out a breath. This feeling of revenge was truly exhilarating, and it put him in a good mood. He had used his "Violent Throw" to kill four with steel balls, and the black shadow that followed was his newly acquired subordinate, the mutated King Cobra. Utilizing the forest cover and its massive body, it had snuck close and snapped their necks. While the mutated King Cobra wasn't famous for its bite force, it was many times stronger after mutation. Even the "Zombie Brother" had suffered deep wounds from its attacks, with his bones nearly snapped. If a reinforced zombie could end up like that, the fate of these ordinary humans, under Liang Jing’s special care for their vulnerable necks, was easy to imagine.

The last two were finished off by Liang Jing and "Brother Huang" directly. They hadn't bothered to hide, charging from a distance. Ignoring the rifle fire, they had crushed the remaining soldiers with their fists.

It could be said that these people were completely powerless against Liang Jing. He quickly scavenged the scene, stripping them of their guns, ammunition, camouflage uniforms, military canteens, and tactical belts, hiding them nearby to retrieve later.

He had decided that he would properly develop his own force this time. These things might not be of much use to him personally, but they were essential for building a faction. After all, didn't a single Type 54 pistol make one the leader of a small group?

Having quickly tidied the scene, he left behind eight stripped corpses, which would soon be disposed of by the mutated monsters drawn by the scent of blood.

Liang Jing set off again. A while later, he suddenly turned back; the mutated King Cobra had found something.

"Ah! Forget about me! Hurry up and kill this beast!" In the forest, a soldier in camouflage was being coiled by a mutated King Cobra. His bones were crunching, and his face was congested with blood as he screamed.

"Open fire! Kill this beast!"

The squad leader gave the order in agony, his voice sounding like a dying bird, filled with sorrow and pain. He knew the man was beyond saving, and even if they accidentally hit him, it didn't matter anymore. This was the best opportunity to attack, as the monster was stationary.

*Bang! Bang! Bang! Rat-tat-tat!*

*Ding! Thwack!*

The mutated King Cobra's scales had impressive defensive capabilities, blocking most of the bullets. Only where the same spot was hit multiple times did the bullets penetrate, but even then, it posed no mortal threat to the hardy monster.

*Hiss!*

The mutated King Cobra seemed to feel pain and stopped its attempt to swallow the coiled soldier.

"Aim for the head! Hit its eyes, mouth, and neck!"

Following the squad leader's quick command, the remaining seven men shifted their aim and fired again, inflicting heavy damage on the king cobra. Scales flew, and ichor splattered everywhere.

*Hiss!*

This time, the mutated King Cobra was enraged. Its hatred was fully drawn; it coiled its body and flew like lightning toward a soldier, biting into his thigh. The sound of snapping bone followed as blood gushed out. Simultaneously, its sharp, long tail whipped out like a lash, striking another soldier and sending him flying several meters into a large tree. The impact was so violent that even the thirty-centimeter-thick tree shook, and the man likely wouldn't survive such a blow.

"Ah! You beast, I'll fight you to the death! Squad leader, hurry and get away! Go!"

The soldier bitten by the king cobra, seeing his two teammates beyond help and knowing he wouldn't survive either, gritted his teeth until they bled. A look of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he detonated the explosives he was carrying.

The others saw his move, their faces twisted in pain and grief, and reflexively dove to the side.

*BOOM!*

Under the explosion, the mutated King Cobra didn't even have time to let out a cry. When the smoke cleared, its massive head was unrecognizable; its scales and flesh were blown away, leaving only exposed bone. It was utterly dead.

The soldier who triggered the blast suffered an even worse fate, blown to pieces.

Good! How ruthless! How terrifying!

Liang Jing, who had just arrived to witness this scene, couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Although these people were his enemies, there was no denying that their years of training made them far superior to the average person. More importantly, they were firm in their resolve and possessed a fierce, unrelenting spirit.

While Liang Jing admired them, he also reminded himself to be more careful. If he encountered such a situation again, it would be bad. He decided that it was better not to get close to these people; it was foolish to put himself in danger. He would simply kill them from afar.

Liang Jing's eyes turned cold. His admiration changed nothing. He proceeded to kill the remaining five soldiers. Liang Jing took out four himself, and the mutated King Cobra ambushed the last one. "Brother Huang" had purely been a bystander.

Following this, Liang Jing carried out a massacre in the forest. For a time, the roars of various monsters echoed incessantly, sounding unusually excited.

One squad, two squads, three squads...

Time flew by. Liang Jing had no idea how many squads he had slaughtered—probably twenty or thirty—and there were more to go.

Liang Jing didn't care if they were good people, bad people, saints, or scoundrels. He didn't care if they had parents, children, or wives. Since you came to take my life, you had better be prepared to pay with your own.

When someone wants your life, what else can you do?