189: Chapter 189 The Cook, the Most Cold-Blooded Butcher!

Yaro's heart skipped a beat.

Now, as long as she could make some noise, she could attract their attention, and there would still be a turning point!

This thought sprouted wildly like weeds.

This was a good opportunity; did she really want to give up like this?

She was the ace of "Snow Wolf" and the top-tier warrior of Yang Country.

Her pride and self-esteem did not allow her to be treated like livestock in the hands of the enemy.

The blows of these past two days had affected her far too much.

Take a gamble!

She believed in her own abilities, and she also believed in the strength of the Yang Country soldiers.

Could seven or eight fully armed elite soldiers not deal with one Chef?

As long as she could create chaos, coordinate from the inside out, and seize the opportunity to slaughter the Chef.

This Chef was very strong, but he was ultimately human, not a god!

He would also get tired, get distracted, and could be killed by bullets!

Yaro's heart was beating violently, blood surging through her veins, bringing waves of trembling excitement.

She took a deep breath, turning all her fear and unwillingness into the determination of this moment.

Now is the time!

While that soldier was whistling, squatting and playing on his phone.

Yaro suddenly curled her body up, then used all her strength to roll down towards the steep hillside!

"Gulu-gulu—"

Her body, tied up tightly, was like an irregular meatball, rolling down with unstoppable force, carrying dust and broken grass and trees along the way.

"What's that noise!"

At the foot of the mountain, the Yang Country soldiers who were preparing to get into their vehicles immediately became alert.

The soldier who was "making a cake" was so startled that he shivered, thinking he had encountered some wild beast; he didn't even have time to pull up his pants, scrambling in a panic to reach for his gun.

"Over there!"

A sharp-eyed soldier pointed at the hillside.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a "thing" rolling down from the mountain, finally hitting a tree with a "bang" and stopping.

"What's the situation?" The leading officer frowned, waved his hand, and said, "Go take a look! Maintain vigilance!"

Two soldiers held their guns, advancing in a triangular formation with alternating cover, cautiously approaching Yaro's direction.

The remaining people quickly dispersed, aiming their guns at the mountain to establish a temporary defensive line.

On the hillside, Qin Feng's expression sank instantly.

"Damn it!" He cursed in a low voice.

This stupid woman, she really wouldn't shed a tear until she saw the coffin.

"What should we do?"

Lanna was also anxious; she gripped the gun in her hand and asked in a low voice.

"Find a place to hide, be careful."

Qin Feng's tone was terrifyingly calm, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He had not wanted to complicate matters, but this group had already seen Yaro.

Now, the only choice was to make them shut up forever.

Qin Feng's figure, his eyes narrowing, silently merged into the dense forest on the side and instantly disappeared.

Lanna hid behind a large tree, her heart in her throat.

At the foot of the mountain.

Two soldiers had already approached Yaro.

"Report sir, it's a woman, she's tied up!" one soldier reported.

The officer walked over quickly and squatted down to check.

When he saw the combat uniform Yaro was wearing, his expression changed.

"You are from 'Snow Wolf'?" The officer recognized her.

Yaro was dazed from the impact, but her consciousness was still relatively clear.

She looked at the comrades before her, ecstasy surging in her eyes, and nodded desperately.

Saved! Finally saved!

Chef! You are dead today!

"Quick, untie her!" the officer ordered immediately.

A soldier pulled out a dagger and was about to cut the rope.

Yaro's heart was almost jumping out of her chest.

She felt as if she had already seen the dawn of freedom, and seen the scene of the Chef being shot to death.

However, right at this moment.

"Puff."

A gunshot rang out, accompanied by a few falling leaves.

The soldier who was untying Yaro suddenly stiffened.

A small, inconspicuous red dot appeared between his eyebrows, and then blood gushed out.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream before his body fell down limply.

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene.

"Enemy attack! Find cover!"

The officer was the first to react, letting out a heart-wrenching roar.

He grabbed Yaro, who was beside him, used her as a human shield in front of him, and simultaneously fired wildly at the mountain.

"Da-da-da-da-da!"

Gunfire erupted, bullets spraying into the forest like raindrops, causing tree branches and leaves to fly everywhere.

The remaining soldiers also reacted, scrambling to find cover and providing suppressive fire in the suspicious direction.

Yaro was almost suffocated by the officer, with deafening gunfire in her ears and the corpses of her comrades before her eyes.

Her mind was blank; how was this different from what she had imagined?

Shouldn't the Chef be running away?

Not only did he not run away, but he dared to fire at their side?

Crazy! He was just a madman!

The gunfire lasted for over ten seconds, gradually thinning out.

In the jungle, apart from the rustling of broken branches falling, there was no other movement.

The person who fired seemed to have never appeared.

"Cease fire! Cease fire!" the officer roared with red eyes, "Find him! Where is he!"

The surviving soldiers stood back-to-back, holding their guns, nervously scanning every inch of the jungle around them.

Fear, like an invisible hand, gripped everyone's throat.

An unknown enemy was the most terrifying.

A soldier leaned tightly against the wheel of a patrol vehicle, cold sweat sliding down his temples.

He felt his heart was about to jump out, staring intently at a patch of bushes in front, always feeling that there was something there.

Suddenly, from under the vehicle behind him, a pair of cold eyes opened silently.

The soldier seemed to have sensed something and turned his head abruptly.

What he saw was a flash of light, fast to the extreme.

"Ugh..."

His throat was instantly slashed, the sound stuck in his windpipe, turning into a leaking hissing noise.

Blood gushed out, staining the wheel red.

Qin Feng's figure slid out from under the vehicle, like a hunting leopard, without making a single sound.

"Timur? If you hear me, answer!"

The officer called out through his throat mic, but received no response.

Another person... had disappeared.

Panic began to spread.

"He is among us! He is among us!"

A young soldier broke down, spinning around randomly, his gun muzzle swinging everywhere.

"Calm down! Maintain formation!"

The officer sternly ordered, but his voice also carried a trace of trembling.

Just at this moment, there was an unusual sound in the jungle.

"Over there!" A soldier subconsciously aimed his gun over there.

Everyone's attention was attracted over there.

However, this was just a ruse.

In the moment they turned their heads, Qin Feng leaped down from the top of the jeep, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, instantly tackling the soldier closest to him.

Before the opponent could react, Qin Feng's elbow smashed fiercely into his temple.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking.

The soldier couldn't even manage a groan before he was completely lifeless.

All of this happened in a flash of lightning.

When the others reacted and turned their guns, Qin Feng was already using the soldier's corpse as cover, and the gun in his hand rang out.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two shots, and two more soldiers fell to the ground in response.

In less than a minute, of the eight-man patrol team, only the officer and another soldier hiding behind a rock remained.

The jungle, at this moment, became a slaughterhouse.

And that Chef was the coldest-blooded butcher.

Yaro was tightly controlled by the officer, and she witnessed all of this completely.

She watched her comrades, in front of that man, have their lives harvested one by one.

That was not a battle; that was a one-sided slaughter.

Her brain was buzzing, and her limbs were cold.

The military competence she was proud of, and the team strength she trusted, became a huge joke in front of this man.

"Come out! You come out!" The officer was completely crazy.

He pressed his gun against Yaro's head, roaring at the empty jungle.

"If you don't come out, I will kill her!"

He was already incoherent, treating Yaro as the Chef's companion.