After hearing the words “kill him” again, Brian Carter no longer hesitated. Taking advantage of the fact that Ian Clark hadn’t turned his face, Brian Carter grabbed the muzzle of the gun in front of him with his left hand, pushed it upward, and at the same time drew his hunting knife from his waist with his right hand. Then he lunged forward, knocking Ian Clark to the ground.

As he pinned Ian Clark beneath him, Brian Carter had already drawn his hunting knife. Ian Clark, suddenly attacked, instinctively pulled the trigger. The rapid gunshots rang out by Brian Carter’s ear. Because the gun had just been fired, the barrel in Brian Carter’s hand was extremely hot, and after Ian Clark pulled the trigger and fired, the muzzle became even hotter. Brian Carter gritted his teeth and refused to let go, doing his best to keep the muzzle from pointing at himself. Then, he drove the hunting knife in his hand diagonally upward from below into Ian Clark’s abdomen, stabbing it in hard.

After plunging the knife in to the hilt, Brian Carter shifted his body, pulled out the knife, and stabbed again from below upward, this time driving the blade from the abdomen straight into the heart. Ian Clark convulsed once, then finally stopped moving.

It sounds slow, but in fact everything happened extremely fast. From the moment Brian Carter made his move to the end, only two or three seconds had passed. At this point, the people farther away from Brian Carter had only just begun to react.

After grabbing the AK47, Brian Carter took a deep breath, then got up on one knee. He quickly aimed and fired two shots—“bang, bang.”

With the gunshots, two people fell. Brian Carter had fired twice, and two figures dropped to the ground, both shot in the chest and killed instantly.

After firing two quick shots, Brian Carter immediately rolled to the ground. Not forgetting to pull his hunting knife from Ian Clark’s corpse, he quickly crawled to the side. Just as he crawled away, bullets struck the spot where he had just fired, sending grass clippings flying.

Brian Carter’s sharp marksmanship frightened the enemy. Although they fired wildly, no one dared to charge forward. In fact, Brian Carter himself was startled by his own shooting—he hadn’t expected that after so many years, his aim would still be so accurate.

After crawling more than ten meters, the gunfire stopped. Brian Carter didn’t dare to crawl any further. He stopped, slowly propped himself up, and took a look. He saw that the remaining four opponents were all crouched, slowly approaching him.

Brian Carter took a deep breath, then quickly got up on one knee again. After two more gunshots—“bang, bang”—another enemy fell.

This time, the opponents were more cautious, exposing very little of themselves. Brian Carter fired two shots but only hit one enemy.

Killing to seize a gun and then firing quickly wasn’t Brian Carter’s original plan. He had still hoped the other side would spare him, maybe even help him. It was only after someone on the other side twice said they wanted to kill him that Brian Carter decided to risk everything. That he succeeded was completely unexpected. In short, everything just happened that way. But the second time he fired, it was a conscious decision, yet the results were actually worse.

After revealing his position by firing, Brian Carter lay down again and crawled quickly, ignoring the “thud thud” of bullets hitting the dirt nearby, keeping his head down and crawling forward.

When the gunfire stopped again, Brian Carter stopped crawling and cautiously raised his head to look around. This time, however, he didn’t spot the enemy. The thick, tall grass provided excellent cover for both sides—once you lay down, it was hard to spot each other.

After catching his breath, Brian Carter continued to crawl forward slowly. His right knee was in excruciating pain, and his left hand was swollen from being burned by the gun barrel. Brian Carter could only grit his teeth and persist, moving carefully and slowly.

At this moment, the grassland was completely silent, nothing like a life-and-death struggle was taking place. After crawling several dozen meters, Brian Carter stopped again to observe, and happened to see a black man with just a bit of his forehead showing, peeking in his direction, but apparently hadn’t spotted him.

The distance between the two sides was about seventy or eighty meters, and the other side didn’t dare to approach quickly either. This allowed Brian Carter to breathe a little easier—he finally had time to check how many bullets he had left.

Chapter 3 Escape

Brian Carter covered the magazine with his hand, trying not to make any noise as he removed it. Once it was out, Brian Carter couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

There was only one bullet left in the magazine. Counting the one in the chamber, Brian Carter had only two bullets left, but there were still three enemies, and it was obvious that they definitely weren’t short on ammunition.

Brian Carter knew he had to find a way to get out. Even if he could take out one enemy with each bullet, the last one could still kill him. Brian Carter didn’t dare hope he could take out another with his knife, especially since he didn’t know if the enemy had reinforcements.

The only good news was that it was getting dark. Brian Carter estimated that in about an hour, the sun would set completely. As long as he could hold out until dark, he’d have a chance to escape.

After putting the magazine back in, Brian Carter got up and looked around again, but didn’t see any sign of the enemy. This time, however, Brian Carter didn’t lie down to crawl. Instead, he knelt on one knee, trying to keep himself concealed while carefully watching his surroundings.