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Zhao Jun's heart raced uncontrollably as he watched the three pirates leave behind their injured companion. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Should he take action against the lone pirate?
If he missed this chance, it would be hard to find another opportunity to confront a pirate.
The thought of killing flashed through Zhao Jun's mind, sending a chill down his spine. He had never dared to think about murder, especially when it involved himself.
What should I do? What should I do? How can I proceed?
If I kill him, I can take his weapon, and then I might have a chance to rescue Brother Yang and the others.
As he contemplated this, Zhao Jun noticed the sound of footsteps approaching from not far away. Startled, he realized that at some point, he had picked up a fist-sized rock and moved out from his hiding spot between the stones. His body had unconsciously made the decision for him.
The footsteps grew closer. Zhao Jun crouched down and moved behind a large rock, slowly circling it while stealthily observing the pirate limping toward him, cursing under his breath while leaning on an Assault Rifle.
The pirate named Reng reached the rock where Zhao Jun was hiding, panting heavily as he leaned against it, glaring at the three pirates who had already walked far away. He shouted the most venomous insults toward their female relatives.
The three pirates laughed and waved back at Reng but showed no intention of stopping.
This group of pirates was inherently disorganized; aside from their shared interests, they valued their comrades very little. Acts of loyalty were rare; instead, backstabbing among them was common.
Reng cursed loudly at the departing pirates and raised his middle finger in their direction before sitting down on a nearby rock. He leaned against the very stone where Zhao Jun was concealed and casually placed his AUG Assault Rifle beside him. He pulled out a water bottle from his pack, twisted off the cap, and began drinking greedily.
Hiding behind the large rock, Zhao Jun's heart raced so fast it felt like it might leap out of his throat. He glanced at the distant figures of the three pirates before cautiously shifting closer to Reng, raising the rock in his hand to chest level.
With one strike, if I hit this guy hard enough on the head, it will surely take him down. If I take him out, I'll have a weapon—a real weapon.
However, Zhao Jun hesitated to ambush Reng. Although Reng was a ruthless pirate, he was still a human being. Killing someone—Zhao Jun had never dared to consider that he would attempt such a thing.
Gradually, the three pirates disappeared from sight. Reng propped one foot up and took off his stinky combat boot, grimacing as he rubbed his injured ankle while cursing those who had left him behind.
Taking a deep breath behind the large rock, Zhao Jun shifted his position again, searching for an angle that would guarantee a hit.
Suddenly, there was a faint crack as a dry twig snapped under Zhao Jun's foot. Instantly, he felt a chill run from his feet straight to the top of his head.
"Who?" Liang shouted, reaching for the Assault Rifle beside him.
It was a fight to the death.
Zhao Jun suddenly sprang out from behind a large rock, swinging a heavy stone toward Liang's head with all his might.
Liang had not expected anyone to emerge from behind the rock in response to his shout. In his panic, he jumped up on one foot and aimed the Assault Rifle at Zhao Jun.
At that moment, the stone in Zhao Jun's hand struck Liang right in front of him. Liang barely had time to raise his rifle to shoot; instinctively, he attempted to block the blow. The stone crashed down onto the hand gripping the Assault Rifle.
With a cry of pain, Liang stumbled backward, dropping the Assault Rifle at his feet.
Having missed his first strike, Zhao Jun had no chance to retreat. He let out a low growl and lunged forward again, aiming the stone at Liang's head once more.
Liang had no time to react to this sudden attack; he couldn't even attempt to dodge. The stone was already inches from his face.
Fueled by rage, Liang let out a primal scream and suddenly dove forward, tackling Zhao Jun around the waist.
Zhao Jun's stone struck Liang's cheek mercilessly, making a sickening sound as it shattered against him, blood spraying out like a burst watermelon.
But at that moment, Zhao Jun was lifted off the ground by Liang's fierce grip. Liang charged toward the large rock, intent on slamming Zhao Jun against it with all his strength.
Seeing blood, Zhao Jun seemed to enter a frenzy. He quickly raised his bloodied stone again and swung it toward Liang's head.
"Thud! Thud!" The sounds of impact echoed almost simultaneously as Liang slammed Zhao Jun against the rock while Zhao Jun's stone struck Liang's head once more.
Both men groaned in pain. Liang managed to free one hand and reached for the dagger at his waist, while Zhao Jun, in a mad frenzy, lifted the bloodied stone again to strike at Liang's head.
"Thud! Thud! Thud..."
In his madness, Zhao Jun lost count of how many times he struck Liang's head. Suddenly, Liang spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide and fixed on Zhao Jun, who continued to pound away. Though he had grasped the hilt of his dagger, he found himself too weak to draw it from its sheath.
With a thud, the body holding Zhao Jun's waist collapsed, its lifeless eyes fixed on him like a dead fish. The body twitched sporadically, and with each convulsion, red and white fluids surged from the gaping hole in its head.
Realizing the horrifying situation, Zhao Jun was terrified. He forcefully broke free from the hand still resting on his waist and scrambled away in a panic, throwing the blood-soaked stone he held beside the fallen figure.
The hand of the fallen man lay limply on the ground, yet his eyes remained locked onto Zhao Jun with an unyielding intensity.
He was unwilling to accept it; he could not believe he would die at the hands of someone he deemed worthless.
Time passed, and eventually, the twitching ceased. The malicious and defiant glint in his eyes faded away, leaving no trace of life behind.
Leaning against a large rock, Zhao Jun gasped for breath, his heart racing wildly as his body felt numb and nearly unresponsive.
In a daze, he brought his bloodied hands to his face. I killed someone. I killed someone. I killed someone...
His first experience of taking a life had been in close combat, and the scene was so gruesome that the well-educated Zhao Jun could hardly believe it was real.
Yet, the harsh reality lay before him; he could even stretch out his leg to touch the corpse.
After what felt like an eternity, a gust of wind swept through the mountains, jolting Zhao Jun back to awareness. He stared at the lifeless body before him and slowly pushed himself up from the rock. He shifted his gaze away from the corpse and looked toward the distant direction where three other pirates had vanished, taking a deep breath.
Killing was done to save lives; some deserved to die while others did not. I did not err in killing those who deserved it!
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