Harvest the Spoils

The man, his face covered in camouflage, had a clean-shaven chin, a complete contrast to the man who had been impaled on stakes the last time they met.

It was as if the man before him was a stray dog raised by the observer.

However, at this moment, his trembling face stared fearfully at Luo Jun.

"Are you... Are you the Ghost King?"

Seeing this Asian face and recalling Luo Jun's superb killing skills, he couldn't help but think of the man who had emerged from the Southeast Asian Killer Camp on the assassin list.

"Hehe, now, are you interrogating me or am I interrogating you?"

A trace of ferocity flashed in Luo Jun's eyes as he used his dagger to pick a piece of flesh from the man's thigh.

The man screamed in pain, his muscles convulsing, his eyes rolling back.

The bloody hole oozed black blood.

Luo Jun stuffed the piece of flesh back into the wound, causing the man's entire body to tremble, but he couldn't leave because Luo Jun's knee was pressed against his abdomen.

"How many of you are there, and why did you come to this island?"

Luo Jun had many questions to ask, but there was a sequence to interrogations because some questions could prematurely reveal unknown intelligence and give the other party leverage to counter-threaten.

Although it might not necessarily be able to intimidate Luo Jun, it would result in intelligence gaps and false information.

These were interrogation techniques Luo Jun had learned at the Secret Agent Base.

"You can't escape. Even if you leave this island alive, the Luoxier family will never let you go!"

The man stubbornly said.

Luo Jun shook his head. "I really don't like chatty little kids. Can't you just answer the questions properly?"

After speaking, Luo Jun's fingers directly dug into the man's gunshot wound.

The man cried in pain, his pants soaked in a large patch.

Knowing Luo Jun's brutality, he knew that if he didn't speak, his ear would definitely be cut off.

"We... We... There are thirty-three of us who came to this island... It's because we received orders from the Luoxier family... We are just mercenaries... Please, give me a quick death..."

The man pleaded.

Luo Jun remained expressionless.

"I didn't ask who sent you. I asked what you came to the island for!"

As Luo Jun spoke, the blade sliced off another centimeter, and the man's screams tore through as his ear continued to bleed.

"We... We came to the island to find some metals... But we don't know what those metals are for. We only know that they are needed by the Luoxier family..."

"Where is your main camp located?"

Luo Jun continued to question. After the methods he had just used, the man definitely wouldn't dare to say anything useless. That was exactly the result Luo Jun wanted to achieve.

"Northwest. There's a river in the northwest, and all of us are camped there..."

"Are there other people on the island?"

Luo Jun interrogated once again, and the man said in pain, "Yes, but we don't know where those people are. The personnel we sent to scout the northeast direction didn't return, and some people disappeared for no reason..."

"What about the man killed by the trap in the woods?"

"Scout..." the man answered.

"Did you set up the traps in the forest?"

"Some are, some are not!"

"Can you contact the outside?" Luo Jun asked.

"No, all our communication devices on this island have malfunctioned. We can't even use digital watches... Give me a quick death..."

The man was in excruciating pain, his face pale, and his whole body trembling violently.

"Did you shoot down the American transport plane?"

The man shook his head in response.

"We didn't shoot it down. We don't know why it crashed..."

Hearing the man's answer, Luo Jun became curious. If it wasn't shot down by ground forces, why were there bullet holes inside the transport plane?

Could it be that there was a gunfight among the personnel inside the plane?

Recalling the bullet holes inside the transport plane, Luo Jun didn't pay much attention to them at the time. Now he realized that it was possible that there was an internal conflict that caused the plane to crash.

Otherwise, it could be that the helicopter, while flying over this island, was affected by some special electromagnetic interference, causing the firearms to discharge during the crash?

These were things that could no longer be determined.

Just as Luo Jun was pondering these possibilities, the man's head suddenly tilted to one side and collided with Luo Jun's dagger.

The dagger pierced his carotid artery.

Blood spurted out from the artery, almost splashing onto the dagger and Luo Jun's sleeve.

"Damn it!"

Luo Jun took a step back, no longer bothering to look at the man, and ran to a large rock. He flipped the sniper over; he was already dead, with a bullet entering through his cervical vertebra and exiting through his chest.

Luo Jun found some chewing gum and chocolate on his body.

And he naturally didn't let go of the tactical suit on the man's body. After taking off the suit, Luo Jun discovered that the sniper was wearing a layered clothing system designed for cold weather.

The outer layer was a waterproof camouflage softshell, followed by a middle insulation layer, then a thermal base layer, and finally a close-fitting base layer. These were all made using military textile technology. Even at minus five degrees, one wouldn't feel cold while wearing this outfit, and it wouldn't hinder movement in any way!

There were also a pair of green leather gloves and a pair of Danner leather military marching boots that could last for decades without rotting.

"What a find!"

Luo Jun stripped the man of his clothes, except for the fact that the bullets had pierced through the clothes and stained the base layer with blood.

It made Luo Jun feel sorry for a while.

But the base layer could be washed clean and still worn, so Luo Jun changed into the other insulation layers on the spot.

With this new outfit, Luo Jun felt much warmer. He put on the gloves and lifted the SV-98 sniper rifle with a silencer. Although he had almost been killed this time, the spoils were quite good.

As for the clothes worn by the observer, Luo Jun naturally wouldn't let them go to waste.

These blood-stained clothes would dry quickly, and then they could be given to the women without needing to be washed.

Having obtained these supplies, Luo Jun began to hurry back.

Although there was still a sniper rifle buried here, it was too heavy, and Luo Jun didn't have the strength to carry it now. He could only wait for the next opportunity to come back.

By now, it was almost dinner time if he hurried back.

Luo Jun didn't know how the women would react when they saw the chocolate and chewing gum, but he was already craving them himself. On the way back, he ate a piece of chocolate and chewing gum.

Before the sun set, Luo Jun finally returned to the vicinity of the shelter.

Instead of approaching recklessly, he quietly walked over to a position that allowed for observation, to observe the women in the shelter.

However, after observing for a while, he didn't see any of the women appear, nor did he see any grilled fish or helmets by the cooking pit.

"Where are the people?"