11: Chapter 11 Let Me Get Closer

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"Cassius, can you still stand up? Congratulations on winning this game. I'm here to take you home."

Crit approached slowly with a relaxed expression. His opponent wasn't one of those battle-hardened mercenaries, but just a researcher who spent all day in a lab. Otherwise, it would have been terrible if Miss Emily had been hurt; after all, this was just a relaxation game for Miss Emily after her lunch.

He wanted to finish him off quickly and report the good news to Miss Emily.

"Surprise!"

With a leap, Crit poked his head out with a smile, but what he saw behind the tree was not a dying Asian researcher. There was only a shoe—a shoe propped up by a toothbrush.

He had been misled!

Not good! Just as the thought crossed Crit's mind, a dark figure had already lunged out from the side. Lin Fang recognized him; this was the American who had killed him twice before. New grudges added to old hatred made Lin Fang's expression instantly turn ferocious.

He had to kill him this time. Lin Fang's right leg formed a right angle to wrap around his neck, and his ankle hooked under the inside of his own left knee from below. This was the famous Triangle Choke,

a move that allowed the weak to defeat the strong!

The two of them fell to the ground at the same time. Lin Fang exerted force with his legs, his hands death-gripping the hand holding the gun, while his mouth bit down hard on the man's finger.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

The sudden suffocation and pain caused Crit some panic. His free left hand repeatedly hammered the side of this yellow-skinned monkey's abdomen, which was exactly where Lin Fang was injured.

The latter endured the pain and refused to let go of his legs, knowing that letting go would mean the true end.

Bang! A gunshot rang out.

Crit's hand convulsed in pain, and after firing one shot, he finally let go. The bullet grazed the tip of Lin Fang's nose, taking a small piece of flesh with it.

After spitting out the severed finger in his mouth, Lin Fang tightened the choke even more. This was a life-and-death struggle, with only one chance!

Damn yellow-skinned monkey, isn't he just a researcher?

The feeling of fainting grew heavier. Crit knew he had to break free, so ignoring everything else, he used his last bit of strength to twist his neck and bite down toward Lin Fang's crotch.

Hiss—

What is a pain ten times worse than childbirth? Lin Fang understood now. He didn't let go; only one thought was still supporting him:

—These aren't my own balls.

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The gunshot rang out,

startling the two who were still flirting. Emily got down from her human rocking chair.

"What happened?"

"Don't worry, Miss Emily. It might just be Terick's gun misfiring." The burly man in the suit spoke with annoyance; he had been just one step away from getting Emily.

Could it be that Crit had intentionally ruined his good moment?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

"Fuck! Crit, what are you doing!" the man in the suit shouted toward the jungle.

Bang—

At that moment, another gunshot rang out from the woods.

Something was wrong! The man in the suit reacted and immediately picked up the automatic rifle from the ground. "Miss Emily, I'll go check the situation. That monkey might not be dead."

"Oh?"

Emily was full of interest. "Then go quickly and bring him back to me."

"It is my honor to serve you."

Will, the man in the suit, bowed gentlemanly, then took a stride and walked into the woods.

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"Crit, you've frightened Miss Emily!"

Will stepped into the jungle with his rifle, his eyes warily scanning the surroundings. The woods echoed with the rustling of leaves blown by the wind.

Could something have already happened to Crit? Isn't it just a yellow-skinned monkey?

Damn it! Don't let him get his hands on a weapon.

Will, who was observing cautiously, suddenly paused. He saw that bastard Terick. A white man was sitting behind a tree not far away, and there was a corpse on the ground in front of him.

Judging by the clothes, it was that Asian monkey.

Will felt a sigh of relief in his heart, but he remained cautious and spoke loudly, "Crit, are you injured?"

There was no answer.

The latter remained in a sitting posture behind the tree.

Seeing this, Will maintained a tactical stance and walked step by step toward the base of the tree. That monkey's corpse seemed a bit off.

Getting closer, Will fired two shots at the corpse.

Leaves flew everywhere. This was no corpse; it was just a set of clothes stuffed with leaves!

Fuck! Will immediately performed two rolls to hide behind a tree and looked at Crit:

A toothbrush handle had pierced through the burly white man's neck, its bristles embedded in the flesh. He was pinned to the tree just like that.

Will's pupils constricted. Crit was actually dead. Where was that monkey, and what was with the gunshots?!

Not good, Miss Emily!

Will thought of a possibility. How did this monkey dare to do that?

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Specks of blood began to spread from the other side of the woods. Lin Fang crawled bit by bit on the ground, finally getting within ten meters of that blonde with wavy hair.

To catch the bandits, one must first catch their leader.

She must be a relatively important person. Besides, she was probably the one who fired the cannon!

Let me get a little closer...

Lin Fang's two wounds rubbed against the ground. It was unknown how such injuries were still supporting him.

Almost there.

Just as she noticed something, Lin Fang lunged forward like a bolt, his left arm instantly choking her neck as he tackled her to the ground.

"Ah, woo, woo—"

Emily could only let out half a scream before her voice was cut off by the powerful force at her throat. She never would have imagined that someone would suddenly spring out from the side.

The blonde beauty desperately scratched at Lin Fang's arm with both hands, leaving trails of bloody marks, but he remained unmoved.

His eyes were terrifyingly cold.

Not until Emily's face gradually turned purple and her eyes began to lose focus did Lin Fang relax his grip by half.

"Don't move."

Lin Fang spoke in English, while pressing a pistol against her abdomen. An FNX45 Tactical Pistol—this 11.45mm large-caliber handgun could take her life with a single shot.

"You made me unable to breathe just now." Emily's breathing was ragged, but she didn't show much fear.

At that moment,

Will ran out of the woods with an anxious expression. Seeing this scene, he was terrified and kept approaching, "Cassius, stop!"

"So your name is Cassius. That's a very nice name." Emily stuck out her tongue and licked his arm, which was covered in blood and dirt.

"And... you've surprised me quite a bit."

"Miss, I just want to live." Lin Fang's English was trembling, as if he were clutching at his last life-saving straw, and he could barely even hold the gun steady.

In the blink of an eye, the man in the suit had arrived in front of them. He breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that the blonde beauty was not injured.

"Cassius, I can guarantee that you'll be allowed to leave this island, provided that nothing happens to Miss Emily." A ruthless light flashed in Will's eyes as he threatened,

"And think about your family back in San Francisco."

The distance between the two sides grew closer and closer, almost less than five meters.

Bang, bang, bang—

Delay would only lead to trouble, so Lin Fang decisively fired three shots at him. He hadn't practiced with guns, and only at this distance was there a possibility of hitting him.

The result favored him: one shot missed, one hit the thigh, and another,

hit him right in the forehead!

Will's eyes went wide as his vitality rapidly drained away. Finally, with a hint of confusion, he fell heavily to the ground, dying with his eyes open.

This is the 'Great Equalizer'.