Chapter 1: Lonely Island Mission

A small island in Southeast Asia.

The rolling waves washed over and over the reef, and it was approaching evening, and the sunset stained the waves scarlet, and the lonely island seemed to be submerged at any moment.

There are no tall plants on the island, not even the shadow of tropical trees. There are only a lot of dark boulders, and apart from the occasional sight of seabirds on the shore, there are few animals to be seen on the island.

Just three days ago, a private jet arrived, and with a loud bang, the plane split in two in the center of the island, billowing smoke......

It can be regarded as bringing some vitality to this small island that has been dormant for many years.

……

Hundreds of kilometers away, another small military transport plane was rapidly heading towards the island.

In the cockpit, the West Coast skinny ruffian rap was played almost at maximum volume, and all sorts of rude and provocative invective lyrics filled the plane.

"So, we're now switching to an international rescue team?"

The black man in the passenger seat was holding a document in his hand and asked the main pilot next to him with a roll of his eyes.

"Rescue? Do you think anyone will survive? The main driver, a white blonde man with a cigar in his mouth, flicked the document in the black man's hand with his index finger.

The document shows a satellite image of the plane on the island that was burned in two and burned black.

"What do you care so much about, there are unlucky people who are willing to pay, we just do the work." The main driver exhaled a puff of smoke and said lightly.

"Let's get the job done as soon as possible." The black man threw the papers into the cabin behind him.

There was only one man in the cabin, who looked to be a minor, just a boy, and the black cap on his head was so low that it almost covered the top half of his face, but he could still be seen to be Asian.

He picked up the paper, flipped through it casually, and then sat back in his place. Buried his face and made no sound.

The document provides very little information, not even a list of passengers on the crashed plane, only a number - 5. There were five people on the plane, including the pilot, and the client's request was simple, to destroy everything on board, and by "everything" in this case, including the survivors.

Moreover, the client gave a price of three million US dollars, no matter what the client's purpose is, no mercenary or killer organization in the world will refuse this kind of behavior that is tantamount to giving money, and I believe that God has no objection to this.

In fact, if the plane had crashed into the sea, the client would have saved the $3 million, but unfortunately there was no if. Perhaps the people on the plane have some kind of deep hatred with the client, or have some secret in control that makes the client spend a lot of money to make sure they get to hell.

For the black trio, all they had to do was count the bodies, plant a bomb on the wreckage of the crashed plane, and then "boom" and blow up the wreckage even more, and the mission was done.

So this time, the leader only sent the three of them over, and the other members were on vacation.

"Hey! Man, drop a bottle of water. The black man turned back and yelled at the Asian teenager.

The boy silently threw over a kettle, didn't say a word, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

The black man seemed to have long been accustomed to the coldness of the boy, and after catching the kettle and pouring it a few times, he continued to chatter with the main driver.

……

Soon, the plane approached the island.

The plane landed on the sea, and the three of them took their weapons and walked directly into the center of the island on foot.

Holding a rifle, weave through the boulders.

"Bet, guess if those five are still alive?" Blacks don't seem to be able to keep quiet all the time.

"Nope." The main driver was still smoking a cigar.

The black man stopped to hear what the Asian teenager behind him had to say, who knew that the boy passed him without saying a word, and walked forward without looking back.

The black man shrugged.

……

In the center of the island, you can clearly see the trajectory of the plane that has been carved into the ground after it fell. The Bombardier Challenger is now completely reduced to a pile of scraps.

Most of the wreckage had been destroyed in the explosion, but it was still obvious that the plane's strange equipment looked like it belonged to some kind of scientific research institution. A dark blue icon can be vaguely seen on the wings that have been divided into seven or eight pieces, although some of them have been burned black, but they can still be recognized as a totem of birds, if you look at this pattern from a distance, it looks like a letter "M". It should be the iconic icon of this institution, but it should not be well-known.

"Hey guys, I think you guys should come in and take a look at this." The black man poked a head out of the wreckage of the cabin and beckoned to the other two.

When the pilot entered the cabin with a head of more than six feet, he saw the disembowelment of Ichiju's corpse, and he was used to seeing dead people, and he didn't feel anything, even though the corpse was rotting and stinking.

"What's the problem?"

"Look here." The black man pointed to the corpse's chest, "From the throat to the lower abdomen, the knife was cut open, and even the jaw was torn in two, do you know how the python swallowed so much food that was bigger than its head, because its jawbone could be separated, just like this man......"

"To the point."

"Oh, I mean, aside from this wonderful knife show, I'm a little curious as to why this man's heart is missing."

"Looks like this unlucky guy was killed before the plane crashed." The main pilot looked at the blood sprayed on the interior wall of the cabin, "But it doesn't matter, count the bodies and then we can go back." ”

At this time, the black man got into the first half of the wreckage again, and after a few minutes of tinkering, he came out and patted the black ash on his body.

"There were only two bodies in there, and the way they died was the same."

"Only three corpses? Didn't you say that there were five people on the plane? The main driver asked lightly.

"There's still one here."

The Asian teenager, who had disappeared at some point, leaned out from behind a boulder, tilted his head, and pointed to the side with his cap.

Sure enough, behind the boulder, there was a broken corpse, the deceased was still holding a pistol in his hand, judging from the bullet marks on the boulder, he should have fired a few shots in a panic before he died, but apparently he did not succeed in saving his life. Like the previous bodies, his heart was missing.

Then there was still a corpse missing, and the three of them rummaged through the wreckage around them, but they didn't find any stumps and broken arms.

Ruling out the fact that the information provided by the client was wrong, the three of them couldn't help but have a thought at the same time.

They looked at each other.

"Could it be that there are still survivors?"

……

There are only four corpses, so the biggest thing left is that someone parachuted before the plane fell.

"I've seen it, and the parachute bag in the cabin has not been moved." The black man added lightly.

The driver glanced up at the crimson sunset that was fading into the sky, and by this time the sky had begun to darken, and within three minutes the island would be covered in night. He pulled the rifle back from his back, pulled the flashlight on the butt, and said lightly, "Take a look around." ”

The black man rolled his eyes to indicate that the egg hurt, and also turned on the flashlight on the rifle to keep up with the pace of the main driver.

The Asian teenager straightened his cap and followed.

According to the information provided by the client, there were a total of five people on the crashed private jet, but only four bodies have been found so far, although from the extent of the destruction of the plane, all three of them subjectively believe that there can be no survivors, but for professional requirements, if they want to get the $3 million, they must see the five bodies with their own eyes.

The island is located on the high seas, so no cruisers will pass by, which is why the plane crashed for three days without anyone else spotting.

As for why the client was able to find the plane crashed here, it is not difficult, the plane must have been installed with a locator or some kind of tracker, the plane crashed, they only need to search through the satellite to track the last place where the signal appeared, and they can naturally find it.

Soon, the three of them didn't walk for long, and the entire island fell into darkness, and after another ten minutes, it was almost impossible to reach out to five fingers.

Fortunately, the island is not very large, and as night falls, the sea rises and almost halves the size of the island.

Although it was just a search, the three of them subconsciously maintained the usual way of cooperating with each other to cover the mission, after all, the client did not provide detailed information about the personnel, and they didn't even know what the occupation of the people on the plane was, if there was really a survivor, it was difficult to say whether the survivor was aggressive.

After all, their job is to clean up.

The three of them climbed through the boulders, carefully searching each of the boulders' interlaced shadows, and after twenty minutes, finally came to a slightly flat gravel path.

I don't know when it began, but now the atmosphere has become extremely quiet, even the black man who has always chattered is silent, and in the dark night, the whites of his eyes are very conspicuous, blinking somewhere, as if he realizes something.

Several people walked slowly on the gravel floor, and their military boots stepped on the gravel, making a "click, click, click" sound.

Suddenly, the main driver who was walking in the front raised his hand and clenched his fist, and the team immediately stopped.

No one made a sound, as if they were all waiting silently, but there was no sound on the island except the sound of the waves around them.

The tactical flashlights on the three rifles shone in three directions around them, and the Asian teenager who walked at the back stared silently at the darkness behind him, he did not shine the flashlight light, and his eyes under the cap actually flickered in the dark night......

After about ten seconds of stillness, the main driver pointed two more fingers forward, and the three of them continued to move forward......

The atmosphere was a little dreary and weird, and the most painful thing was the black man, who still couldn't figure it out, but his keen intuition told him that there was a problem.

About three minutes after walking out, the line stopped again.

This time there was a long pause, and the blacks almost held their breath.

Yes, there is definitely a problem.

The thought crossed his mind, but he didn't know what was wrong.

After about fifteen seconds, the main pilot waved his fingers again, and this time, he deliberately stretched his palm forward a little, and made a gesture in the light of the tactical flashlight to continue walking.

The Asian teenager glanced at the main driver's actions......

Once again, the team marched forward.

Soon, however, the main driver clenched his fist.

The three stopped again.

This is already the third time.

But no one was slack, especially the black man, who knew that the two in front of him and behind him must have sensed something, only he was kept in the dark.

People are the most susceptible to fear of the unknown.

Five seconds later, the driver's hand made a gesture to move forward under the flashlight......

But this time.

He didn't move, and neither did the Asian teenager, only the black man subconsciously took a step.

It took less than a second, but it was enough.

Before the black man's feet hit the ground, he heard a few words from the mouth of the Asian teenager:

"Seven o'clock!"

Almost reflexively, the black man, the main driver turned around in an instant, plus the Asian teenager, and the three muzzles were pointed at seven o'clock.

Gunshots rang out!

Dozens of bullets were fired past!

Under the flashlight, they could not see anything at seven o'clock, only a piece of rubble, but the moment the shot was fired, everyone did hear a muffled grunt......

……

After the ceasefire.

The black man was still confused, he just acted according to the instructions of the Asian teenager and the tacit understanding cultivated over the years, in fact, he didn't notice anything from beginning to end.

"Hmph." The main driver snorted coldly, "I'll just tell you how you feel weird all the time." ”

"...... from the start"

The Asian teenager touched the brim of his hat and said in a cold voice:

"There were four people's footsteps!"