Gasparé's stealth skills are at least proficient, and he can even sneak during the day.

Even if Jack looked closely, he didn't notice much movement, and after a while, he saw his swarthy head appear in the grass closest to the four.

Seeing Gasparé silently stretching out his hand to make an OK, Jack swaggered out of his hiding place, kneeling on one knee, raising his hands flat, shooting in a standard kneeling position, and aiming his gun at the four bandits who were busy working.

"Wow, whoa."

"Bang!"

One of the bandits who was facing him reached out to the AK on his back, and as soon as the bird language came out, he was lifted off the heavenly spirit cover.

The other three people who were alarmed also reacted quickly, and when they turned around, they saw that Jack was alone, holding a pistol, some of them pounced on the rifles placed next to them, and some of them touched directly to their waists.

"Bang~~~Bang~~~"

However, they didn't react as fast as Jack's gun, and two gunshots rang out with barely a second apart, and except for the selected long-haired man, the other two bandits were all shot in the head and fell limply in a pool of blood.

Almost at the same time that Jack's second and third bullets were fired, Gasparé, like an agile panther, catapulted out of the grass and pounced on the long-haired man.

When Jack rushed up, the long-haired man had already been put to the ground, his head hanging limply to the side, and he couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward and touched his neck artery, but fortunately he was only unconscious.

Gasparé is not much worse than him, and dealing with this group of islanders with an average height of 1.6 meters is like an adult bullying a child.

"Can't you just do it?" Jack had a false alarm, fearing that something would happen, and the other three were all shot in the head by him, and if this one was also dead, he would really not be alive.

"I didn't even use my strength, this guy is too weak."

Gasparé looked at his arm suspiciously, and seemed to be a little weak.

Jack glanced suspiciously at Gasparé's hairy armpits, and wondered if the other party had been stunned by his body odor.

The long-haired man's hands and feet were tied with shoelaces and thrown aside, and the two began to clean the battlefield to collect loot.

It is worthy of being a guerrilla terrorist organization, with four people and four rifles, each of which is of a different model.

The long-haired man's latest-looking, like an M4 carbine, is actually a CQ-A5 assault rifle made by Seris.

The second is an AK from Maozi, with a chrome-plated barrel and a folding stock, which looks like an old product from the Red Empire.

The third is CQB95's foreign trade type, CQB97, this thing Jack has played the semi-automatic version, and the feel is better than M16.

The last one is the original M16A1, which is also the worst maintained, not to mention the rusty body, and the rifling is almost smoothed.

Jack is not surprised, and the fact that he can see these different models of rifles here fully illustrates the extent of the waste of the Philippine ZF Army, which are all military aid given by the three countries at different times.

The Philippines has a population of hundreds of millions, but its industry is extremely backward, and it is unable to produce guns and bullets on its own.

Obviously, these weapons can now fall into the hands of these terrorists, either because they have been seized or there is something unknown in the middle.

There are also two pistols, one of which looks like the M1911 is in okay condition, with a spare magazine, and the other Jack is not even recognizable in the model, it looks like a handicraft imitation of the May Fourth style, which has rusted to the point of not being in shape.

This is the power of the tropical climate and the island environment, even if it is a cold weapon, if it is not well maintained, it will rust you into a piece of scrap metal in a few days.

Fortunately, the magazines of the M16 and CQB97 are universal, and Jack unloaded the magazine and threw the broken gun into the jungle along with three corpses that had died miserably.

There are also two slightly rusty machetes, and when you turn around and go into the jungle, at least you have the guy who clears the way.

Soon, Captain Torrance and the others rushed back, this time in a straight line and in less than 20 minutes.

Although the corpses were all cleaned up, the blood on the ground still made these passengers tremble who had never experienced the battlefield.

"Oh my God, it's horrible."

"Why are those guys so savage?"

"Why is there such a scary place in this world, I want to go home."

Fortunately, the rest are normal people, except for a little over-frightened, and there is no Lady of cerebral palsy who jumped out to accuse Jack and Gasparley of not saving them from seeing death before.

Although it was not possible to see it very realistically from a distance of several hundred meters before, the impact of the decapitation scene was still too strong for ordinary people.

Especially when someone approached the place where the Korean man was held down just now, he couldn't help but vomit when he saw the red and black spurt of blood on the ground that was several meters long.

Jiejie came to Jack, took the initiative to hug him, and took the Glock he handed him, barely showing a gentle smile.

"Are you alright?"

"Something."

Jack's answer startled her, and then she saw him pull up his sleeve, revealing the large and small swollen bags on it.

He didn't want to do this kind of thing anymore, obviously everyone is human, why didn't Gaspar have any, he used healing, but after a while, he was bitten all over his body.

"Who will use a gun?" Jack patted the CQ-A5 in his hand, he personally liked the CQB95.

"I used to fly transport planes in the RAF and had some basic training."

Captain Torrance took the initiative to stand up, and he can only say that he is worthy of being a fallen brother, even if he appears as a captain, he has to hang up as a retired soldier, and I don't know what his performance was in the original play.

The lone young man also took the initiative to ask for help, saying that he would use a gun, and Jack handed him the M1911, seeing that he was still proficient in his movements, he should not have to worry about accidentally injuring himself or others.

Then came the interrogation time.

"Do you speak English?" The long-haired man in a coma was directly awakened by several big-eared scrapers from Gasparé.

"Yes, a little."

The guy's accent was a little strange, but barely understood.

"I'll leave it to you." Gasparé held the original AK in his hand and stepped aside to observe his surroundings.

Most of the women hid far away, gathered around Jiejie, whispered a few words from time to time, and a few were comforted by their husbands in their arms, obviously not too emotionally stable.

The two female college students looked more daring, standing with several men to watch the excitement, and Captain Torrance and Jack crouched in front of the long-haired man and began to interrogate.

"Name?"

"Lonu."

"What organization are you?"

"Abu Sayyaf."

Jack and Captain Torrance glanced at each other, and they were really right.

(End of chapter)