63: Chapter 63 One Punch Kills the Mercenary

Since leaving the cabin, the Thunderbolt Assault Team and the others moved with incredible Speed.

They were already approaching the jungle when they heard a series of roars and gunshots coming from nearby.

In an instant, the expressions of all the Thunderbolt Assault Team members turned solemn!

"Not good, there's gunfire. Something unexpected is happening up ahead."

Lei Zhan's gaze instantly sharpened. "All Thunderbolt Assault Team members!"

"Move at maximum Speed to provide support ahead!"

"Yes!"

Shua, shua, shua...

Every member of the Thunderbolt Assault Team pushed their Speed to the limit.

This time, there was not only a fugitive the military valued but also Yang Han! Moreover, Yang Han was someone Gao Shiwei had personally ordered to be protected; no mistakes could be made!

Lei Zhan naturally knew the priorities and understood that Yang Han was very important, so he was quite anxious at this moment.

Gunshots rang out, and he didn't know how Yang Han was doing. He was unarmed, yet the enemy he faced was Scorpion, a top mercenary from the AO Group.

Under such circumstances, could he survive?

A sense of foreboding rose in the hearts of Lei Zhan and the others.

Inside the jungle, a bloody hole had appeared on Yang Han's shoulder!

His expression was cold and solemn. Even though blood was gushing from his shoulder, his Speed didn't slow down in the slightest.

He was racing against death!

"Breaking the deadlock... where is the breakthrough point?"

"I must get the seven of them to split up and take them down one by one. Otherwise, facing seven armed pursuers while I'm unarmed, there's simply no way to fight back."

Yang Han's blood was boiling as his Speed became incredibly fast, like a cheetah weaving through the jungle. Small branches snapped as he collided with them, and many leaves fluttered down.

The group of mercenaries following behind him were also somewhat stunned.

"This Great Xia kid is running very fast."

"Son of a bitch, stop right there!"

"This guy is too fast; we can't quite keep up..."

After chasing for a while, Scorpion and the others discovered a problem: Yang Han's Speed was so extreme that they couldn't catch up at all.

If they hadn't been armed with guns, they would have been left far behind long ago.

This shocked some of the Black mercenaries, as they were practically born kings of running.

Yet now, they were being left in the dust by a yellow man, making them feel extremely disgruntled.

As mercenaries, Physical Fitness training was essential, and their training intensity was no Less than that of the Great Xia Military soldiers.

"Change tactics! Don't just keep chasing behind him!"

Scorpion shouted, "Karl, Les, you two flank him from the left and right!"

"Yes!"

"He'll keep running forward, so we must change our route."

Scorpion's expression was incredibly cold. "A kid with fast legs... what's the use of running? I've already pierced his shoulder; he won't get much further."

The remaining four immediately split up.

Three mercenaries had already had their throats pierced by stones. Scorpion had been furious at the time; it was a humiliating disgrace.

After all, he had personally led the team only to be ambushed. It would be one thing if the opponent had a gun, but being killed by stones? Who could he even complain to?

Even if he reported this to his superiors later, no one would likely believe him.

With his hands tied, Zhang Peng had no choice but to follow Scorpion and the others.

However, following behind Scorpion, Zhang Peng suggested, "Scorpion, why don't we just leave it and go? It'll be bad if Great Xia reinforcements arrive."

"We've lost men—three of them!"

Scorpion suddenly turned around and stared at him coldly. "For the AO Group, manpower is a resource, and every mercenary holds a high status! Losing three at once, and in such an absurd manner—I won't be able to explain this to my superiors when I get back."

"Besides, that kid keeps running toward the coastline, which suits me perfectly. Our boat is hidden right there."

Scorpion dragged Zhang Peng and continued forward.

Zhang Peng felt helpless.

Scorpion was right; they couldn't just walk away under these circumstances.

They had lost three mercenaries, and they had actually died from having their throats pierced by stones. If word got out, everyone would think Scorpion was making up lies; no one would believe him.

The most important thing for a mercenary is their reputation. For Scorpion, safety was important, but reputation was equally vital!

He had to kill Yang Han to restore his reputation.

Blood continued to flow from Yang Han's shoulder, leaving a trail on the ground that was spotted by a white mercenary chasing him.

The white mercenary grinned. "Damn kid, with such obvious tracks, where else can you run?"

Judging by the blood drops, it was clear that Yang Han's running Speed had slowed down.

The white mercenary was full of confidence, keeping his gun raised and remaining extremely alert. The moment he spotted Yang Han, he would fire instantly!

Of course, he wouldn't kill Yang Han immediately. He'd break his legs first, and if possible, drag him onto the boat to torture him slowly later.

At this moment, Yang Han stood coldly behind a large tree.

He had left those bloodstains intentionally for only one purpose: to let the mercenaries find him.

According to the situation within the 500-meter Infrared range, Scorpion and the other four had indeed split up, with two of them flanking directly from the left and right.

This gave Yang Han plenty of time!

Now, the white mercenary arrived near Yang Han, his gaze narrowing as he searched the ground.

He said uncertainly, "That's strange. Where's the blood? Where did the blood go?"

"Where did that kid run off to?"

The white man's gaze was wary as he swept his gun around. The sudden disappearance of the blood was puzzling—had he hidden himself?

Shua!

Suddenly, from the white mercenary's side, a figure surged forth like a tiger released from its cage. With a surging aura, a gust of wind swept up the withered leaves on the ground, shocking the white mercenary!

He immediately turned his head toward the source of the commotion.

Then, a punch grew larger and larger in his field of vision.

The white mercenary instinctively tried to pull the trigger, but then he heard a loud thud.

One punch. Yang Han put all his strength into this strike. He already possessed a powerful force of 700 jin, comparable to a strongman. Combined with his fighting techniques, the actual force of this punch exceeded a thousand jin.

It was comparable to a punch thrown by a heavyweight boxing champion weighing 100kg!

Ngh!

The white mercenary felt his entire face being crushed, his teeth being shoved down his throat. His consciousness blurred, and the strength in his fingers faded.

As a result, he was no longer able to pull the trigger.

Instead, he collapsed directly, hitting the ground with a thud.

This punch was absolutely terrifying, killing the white mercenary on the spot!