King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Jack Heinz led his own squad, along with a group of Chechen mercenaries, as they clumsily made their way through the tropical jungles of Congo.

The six-man squad had collaborated with the Chechen 'Highland Warriors' last night to raid P·B's gold mine, and then they encountered the most terrible nightmare of their lives...

Ever since they approached the vicinity of the gold mine, their team had started dying one after another, and the once quiet jungle had become a playground for Evil Ghosts, where cold shots could come from anywhere.

Jack and Joe Ga had a blood feud, but his advocacy for attacking the gold mine wasn't about killing people, but rather to infuriate PB's men, getting them to dispatch their elite troops into the jungle and hold them there.

At the first sign of enemy attack, Jack chose to retreat, and he also realized that the enemy's elite might have already arrived and had been laying their net in wait for them.

Those guys were extremely fierce, and in just one onslaught, nine 'Highland Warriors' were killed.

Even with the aid of night vision goggles, Jack could only see Ghost Shadows darting through the jungle, making it impossible to lock onto them.

But being battle-hardened was not just for show. Jack and his squad managed to carve out a path through the encirclement using their solid military skill, quick reactions, and the surprisingly effective flash grenades, taking 16 'Highland Warriors' with them as they broke through.

It had been 14 hours since they were ambushed...

Jack, as the most elite member of SEAL Team Six, was now spearheading the way forward.

But no matter how he turned, no matter how he tried to lay traps, he just couldn't shake off the pursuit of those Madmen.

As the squad passed through a dense thicket of broad-leaved plants, a Chechen Big Beard, irritated, wiped the dew off his face and then started cursing under his breath.

His comrade patted his shoulder and said, "Cut the chatter, keep up. This jungle is inhabited by Evil Ghosts, and I sure as hell don't want to die in this damned place."

The complaining Big Beard scratched his cheek and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva to the side, then laboriously caught up with the squad ahead.

The tropical jungle was extremely unwelcoming to these Eastern European strongmen, making them suffer endlessly from various poisonous insects.

Big Beard kept scratching, and finally, annoyed by an insect constantly buzzing around him, he slapped his face hard.

Then, looking at the blood on his palm, Big Beard helplessly called out to his comrade ahead, "Hey Goat, do you have any insect repellent left? I'm all out..."

'Goat', walking ahead, took out a can of repellent and turned to toss it to Big Beard, but upon seeing Big Beard, he cried out in shock and fell to the ground, sliding backward on all fours as if he had seen something utterly terrifying...

Big Beard instinctively took cover and rolled over, gun raised, only to find after a series of maneuvers that nothing out of the ordinary had happened...

Frowning, he looked at 'Goat' and asked, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

'Goat' stared intently at Big Beard's face, his eyes filled with fear.

In response to Big Beard's question, 'Goat', with a trembling voice, said, "Catfish, don't you feel it?"

Big Beard frowned, stood up, and anxiously checked himself at his frantic comrade's retreating figure, shouting uneasily, "What the hell is wrong with you? Speak up, what's happened to me?"

Jack, who was leading the way, heard the commotion behind him and angrily rushed back, pushing aside a stiff-bodied Chechen mercenary, about to remind them to keep quiet, but when he saw Big Beard 'Catfish', he too couldn't help but let out a cry of alarm...

"Oh fuck, what's happened to him?"

Big Beard 'Catfish' still didn't know what was happening to him, but the way his comrades looked at him was driving him to despair...

He held up his hands, looking around in confusion, but couldn't find anything wrong.

This feeling only added to his panic...

"NO, NO, NO, NO... What's wrong with me, what the hell is wrong with me?"

In a moment of panic, Catfish felt liquid seeping into his eyes from above his brow bone, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then suddenly noticed a large patch of skin sticking to the back of his tactical gloves...

Then, amidst the screams of his comrades, he rubbed his face forcefully, watching his Big Beard and a large piece of skin peel off...

"NO, NO, NO..."

'Goat' couldn't stand to see 'Catfish' like this, so he rushed over, grabbed his arms, and roared, "Don't move, Catfish, don't move..."

'Catfish' looked at the terror in 'Goat's eyes, struggled violently, and shouted, "Is it my face, what's happened to my face? What the hell is going on? Why can't I feel anything?"

Jack pulled out a morphine shot and rushed to 'Catfish's side...

He looked at Catfish's face, where most of the skin had peeled off revealing horrifying red tendons and blood vessels, and his gaze involuntarily shifted away as he said, "You don't feel it?"

As Jack spoke, he firmly grasped 'Catfish's' arm and said, "Do you feel it now, does it hurt?"

'Catfish' was momentarily stunned, his eyelids missing, his eyes round with despair as he said in a voice filled with desperation, "No, I don't feel pain, but I do feel something.

What in the world is happening? Tell me, what has happened to me? Please, I'm begging you!"

Jack looked at 'Catfish's' head that seemed to only belong in hell, tinged with red, and while a bit frightened, he comforted 'Catfish' and put away the morphine. At the same time, he shook his head and then nodded at his teammates...

"You're okay, you just look a bit uglier, no problem..."

The more Jack tried to comfort 'Catfish,' the more terrified he became. He struggled violently, trying to break free from 'Goat's' hold, but something even more horrifying occurred as his neck skin started to slacken.

The swollen veins on 'Catfish's' neck, like little snakes, actually pushed through the skin connecting his neck to his chin. And a few remaining hairs on his chin, by their own weight, tore off the last piece of skin on his face, which then hung from his neck.

'Goat' tilted his head, unable to bear looking at 'Catfish's' terrifying face, but he still held 'Catfish's' arms tightly, preventing him from doing anything foolish.

While everyone was surrounding 'Catfish,' his twisted face suddenly turned towards the distant jungle where a figure with white paint on his face appeared and was smiling at him...

"Be careful..."

'Catfish,' as if possessed, forcefully broke free from 'Goat's' grip, raised his gun and sprayed bullets towards the distance, causing everyone around him to drop to the ground in fright.

Jack, while screaming and shooting, crawled a few meters sideways on the ground, then pulled out a grenade and tossed it towards where the bullets had fallen.

"Stay alert, stay on guard..."

Following Jack's shout, a group of men swiftly raised their guns to secure their surroundings, each clutching a life-saving flashbang, because that was the only thing that could stop the jungle ghosts in their tracks...

It was then 'Catfish,' reflected in the sheen from a puddle on the ground, saw his own appearance...

He screamed, frantically slapping his own face until a layer almost like a film was torn open and blood began to flow, escalating the horror of his appearance.

The blood on his hands and the ghastly reflection on the ground ultimately caused 'Catfish' to completely break down. Amidst everyone's shouting, he charged towards the spot where the shadowy figure had appeared with his rifle at the ready.

After shooting wildly in all directions, the rifle jammed, empty. Just as he was about to reload, a metal arrow pierced through his chest, and a claw opened up at the tip of the arrowhead.

Then, a thin rope attached to the tail of the arrow suddenly tightened, and 'Catfish' was yanked backwards into the depths of the jungle by a formidable force.

When 'Goat' rushed over to look for 'Catfish,' he had already disappeared without a trace.

Seeing 'Goat' raging and firing off rounds, a white man with a big beard quietly said to Jack, "Jack, we need to leave this place. These Chechnyans are not suited for the jungle; keeping them with us is a burden."

Jack was taken aback for a moment, seemingly recalling something unpleasant. After a brief haze over his eyes, he resolutely shook his head and said, "NO, we cooperate, we are comrades in arms, I won't leave them behind."

As Jack said this, he looked at 'Smoker' beside him with shifting eyes, shook his head and said, "There are only four ghost shadows in the jungle, we only have a chance if we stick together, divided we will be conquered one by one."

'Smoker,' after hearing this, reluctantly patted Jack on the shoulder.

He meant to leave the Chechnyans behind to distract the terrifying ghosts while his own group fled first, but now Jack was showing firm determination, so there was nothing more to say.

Jack from the SEALs Team 6 was the leader, and any emotional outburst now would only lead to a faster death.

'Smoker' shook his head at a few teammates nearby, then said, "We'll speed up towards the river, 'Blaster' will take charge of setting up booby traps along the way, everyone stay close.

Move out..."

Jack wasn't offended by 'Smoker' taking the initiative to give orders in his stead. The guy was an old sergeant major from the Marine Corps and was from Florida, with a better feel for the tropical jungle.

Jack rushed over to calm down the crazed 'Goat,' yelling a few things in his ear to snap him back to his senses. Then he hastened his pace, taking the lead, once again assuming the role of the point man.

At this moment, he couldn't afford to leave the task of scouting to the Chechnyans, but then, an accident happened again...

'Blaster,' who was setting traps at the back, suddenly heard a slight noise behind him. He cautiously raised his gun to check, only to see the horrifying 'Catfish' burst out from a clump of grass.

'Blaster' was taken down before he could react, then felt a tightening around his waist.

Startled, 'Blaster' roared and pulled his gun up against 'Catfish's' chest, firing the machine gun, then watched in horror as 'Catfish' stood up indifferently and moved slowly deeper into the jungle with unsettling movements.

As teammates from the front came to check, 'Blaster' looked down at his injury, decisively found morphine and injected himself, then told Jack, "Buddy, I'm a goner. I'll stay, you go..."
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With that, 'Blaster' grinned and glanced at the 'Smoker' with a complex expression, saying, "You can't owe Heinz a favor, right?"

'Smoker,' with a sorrowful expression, patted the guilty Jack and said, "Don't think about anything else. We owe your father; we have to repay it..."