Mercenary's War

Chapter 305 - 305 303 Like a Specter

305: Chapter 303 Like a Specter 305: Chapter 303 Like a Specter With his left hand covering the poacher’s mouth and nose, and his right hand holding a knife that pierced directly into the heart, the deed was done cleanly and silently.

Gao Yang was like a specter, bringing silent slaughter.

After he had quietly dealt with the second man, Gao Yang slowly moved to the last one, but this time, he didn’t rush to act.

The scent of blood on Gao Yang’s body aroused the sleeping poacher.

Just as the poacher twisted his body and suddenly opened his eyes, Gao Yang had no choice but to cover the poacher’s mouth.

With a red face striped in black and white, Gao Yang truly resembled a soul-harvesting demon.

As the poacher’s eyes widened in terror and he began to struggle frantically, Gao Yang swiftly raised the knife, pressing the tip against the poacher’s forehead.

Feeling the sting of the knife tip, the poacher finally stopped moving.

Gao Yang slightly loosened his left hand, allowing his captive enough air to breathe without instinctively struggling, then he brought his right hand, still holding the knife, to his lips and gently shushed with an extended index finger before whispering, “Do you speak English?

If you do, nod.”

Watching the utterly confused and terrified gaze of the poacher, Gao Yang let out a disappointed sigh then plunged the knife down with a swift movement.

Waiting until the poacher’s body shuddered and went completely still, Gao Yang released him and then slowly stood up to check for any other poachers around.

Although Gao Yang saw no other fires, he could hear the pitiful howls of injured animals not too far away.

Although he couldn’t see them, Gao Yang knew that the thorn wall wasn’t too far from him.

First retrieving his own shotgun, Gao Yang began

Gao Yang saw that there was only one person sitting in the driver’s seat of the truck, and there was no sign of anyone in the truck bed.

The angry man approaching carried only a rifled shotgun on his back.

There was no need to wait any longer.

Within a few seconds, after confirming he could take down both men, the man who was still walking towards the corpses and shouting continued to do so.

Aiming his gun at the slow poacher, Gao Yang yelled loudly, “Hey!”

The sudden shout startled the man walking towards the bodies.

He involuntarily stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look in Gao Yang’s direction.

Just then, Gao Yang’s shotgun fired, and a loud bang followed—the sluggish poacher turned into a corpse.

With one shot, the enemy was downed, and Gao Yang knew the outcome without needing to look.

After years of shooting clay pigeons, if he couldn’t hit a stationary man at such a close range, he had no business sticking around.

After the shot, Gao Yang quickly turned the gun and blasted another round.

The slug passed through the windowless door of the truck and exploded the head of the driver sitting sideways to him.

Splattered brain matter and blood stained the windshield in a colorful mess.

Two shots, two hits—Gao Yang swiftly opened the shotgun, reloaded two bullets into the barrel, and with gun in hand, he jumped out and ran to the body of the man with the shotgun.

Now, he finally got the most-needed rifle.

With the rifle in hand, Gao Yang quickly searched the body and eventually pulled out seventeen bullets from the pocket.

Aside from those, there was nothing else of value.

After loading the bullets, Gao Yang slung his shotgun over his shoulder and immediately ran toward the truck, but there was nothing he needed in the cabin—the slain driver had not been carrying a gun.

The people at the thorn wall surely must have heard the gunfire.

Gao Yang didn’t dare linger.

After leaving the truck, he suddenly remembered something, then went back to the truck cabin, turned off the still-running engine, and took the keys.

Gao Yang had initially planned to shoot the truck’s fuel tank, but he changed his mind.

He only took the keys, then with rifle in tow, he immediately ran off to the side.

After running two hundred meters and hiding in a bush, Gao Yang began to check the rifle he had acquired.

The rifle was a bolt action, with no iron sights, and it was fitted with a scope of which brand Gao Yang didn’t recognize.

However, there were too few bullets–only seventeen in total.

Even though the ammunition was scarce, having a rifle was a big plus.

Gao Yang’s shooting range was significantly improved, and as long as he could keep his distance, he wasn’t afraid of how many poachers there were.

(To be continued.

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