All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

The two officers beside him were also taken aback. One of them looked outside and, upon seeing the other person's clothes and the truck, immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said...

"They're from the 4th Company of the 38th Regiment. Don't be nervous. The guy sitting on the ground is their company political instructor. I saw him last time!"

Hearing the officer's words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The soldier driving the car wanted to start it, but they were still about 200 meters away from the other party, and he was unwilling to walk there.

But at that moment, Liu Feng pulled out his pistol and said coldly.

"I told you, wait for my command. Do you want to die? You've all been saying how amazing the Southern Monkey agents are, but now that you've met them in person, is this the quality you've got? Are you going to your deaths? Calm down, don't give yourselves away!"

Liu Feng's words caused everyone in the car to sit up straight. The young soldier who was about to start the car now had slightly trembling hands and didn't dare to move at all. He stared straight ahead, not daring to move.

Liu Feng's words caused the two officers to exchange glances and look ahead. They remained silent, and through the glass, they saw a dozen or so people still lounging around lazily.

Those people seemed to be looking at them too, but they didn't seem interested. Only one person, who looked like the class monitor, stepped forward and stood on the side of the road, waving at them.

Everyone in the car put their hands on their waists. Although they were still very confused, their lives were at stake, and they had to be serious at this moment.

An officer glanced at Liu Feng sideways and asked cautiously.

"Company Commander Liu, are they really Southern Monkey agents?"

Liu Feng didn't speak, but instead put the gun back in its holster and, while preparing to open the back door, said something.

"Xiao Sanzi, start the car and drive slowly. See that downhill slope ahead? It's grassy there. When you get there, accelerate downhill. Once the car is over the grass, get out and run into the woods. Remember, scatter. The enemy is prepared; you're no match for them. If it's safe, I'll fire five shots into the air. Remember, five shots in a row!"

When the young soldier driving heard Liu Feng's words, his expression froze, and sweat beaded on his forehead. He was only able to drive for Liu Feng because his uncle was a chief of staff. The two had known each other for about ten days and were quite familiar with each other. This was the first time he had truly faced the enemy, and his heart was pounding. Hearing Liu Feng's words, he nodded slightly.

Liu Feng then continued coldly.

"Let's drive!"

The young soldier nodded, then started the car and slowly drove forward. The faces of everyone in the car were heavy; they still chose to believe in Liu Feng!

Liu Feng rolled down the car window and stuck his head out. The coldness on his face instantly turned into a bright, sunny one the moment he stepped out. He stretched out his right hand to wave to his squad leader, who was two hundred meters away.

Seeing Liu Feng's smile and waving hand, the other person breathed a sigh of relief, muttered a few words, and the people around him all stood up and moved to the side of the road, as if to make way for the car.

Inside Liu Feng's jeep, everyone looked grave. Liu Feng pulled his head back into the car, his expression instantly turning cold. He slowly pulled out his pistol again and said, word by word.

"Brothers, remember what I just said. Nan Houzi's agents are incredibly accurate marksmen. Xiao Sanzi, you have to do it in one smooth motion, or they'll take you out first. Got it?"

Xiao Sanzi's face was stiff, his mouth was slightly open, and he didn't know what to say. His hand was trembling slightly on the gear shift. There were still 30 meters to go down the slope. The vehicle moved slowly forward. A dozen people 150 meters away were already standing on the side of the road. Two people urinating 130 meters away also fastened their belts and walked to the side of the road with smiles. Everything was so natural.

At this moment, the two officers in the car finally noticed something unusual through the glass. The company instructor they knew was still sitting on the ground with his hands behind his back, his face not clearly visible. Everyone else had stood up, but the person they knew was still sitting. This was clearly not right. The officers were now completely convinced of what Liu Feng had said: this group of people was not right.

The group had clearly been waiting for a long time, and they knew very well that the company instructor knew the two officers, so they obviously wanted to lower their guard.

At that moment, another officer, with his eyes half-closed, looked at where they were standing and said with a slightly solemn expression.

"They wanted to trap us like dumplings. The two who were urinating were trying to block our retreat behind our car. Their truck blocked our way forward, and the others blocked us all around."

"Damn it, we've really hit the nail on the head! They're definitely after this document in our bag. It's the blueprint for our division's next move. Those bastards got wind of it beforehand!"

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Liu Feng's lips. Last time, his hand was injured too badly, and he didn't have enough fun. This time, he could finally have some real fun!

The officer's words made everyone in the car even more nervous. Another officer looked at Liu Feng and his drooping left hand and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Brother, we've dragged you into this mess. If we survive, we'll treat you to drinks next time. We apologize for any offense we may have just suffered. You're a true hero; you recognized them at a glance, showing you're incredibly skilled. We hope you can keep this information. When we fight them, you take this information and run into the woods..."

Before the other person could finish speaking, Liu Feng interrupted him.

"Stop babbling, brothers. Listen to my instructions. Just run. Remember what I said, don't mess around. I killed eleven in that situation last time, and I can kill eighteen agents this time too. Don't worry, I'll leave two alive. The fact that they can block your way means you've messed up. You can deliver the documents yourselves; I don't have time. Alright, Xiao Sanzi, listen to my instructions. Five, four, three, two, one, throttle! Hurry!"

No sooner had Liu Feng finished speaking than Xiao Sanzi's engine roared to life, the car's rear wheels skidded through the dirt road, leaving a trail of yellow mud, and the car sped toward the grassy side of the road.

Almost simultaneously, Liu Feng opened the car door, rolled over, and tumbled into the grass. The car's rear end emerged as a dark shadow, and it sped off into the jungle. The road was a two- or three-hundred-meter stretch of uneven grass, downhill. The car sped along, bouncing and leaping as it rushed into the jungle. At this point, it all depended on Xiao Sanzi's driving skills.

The Southern Monkey agents on the other side were stunned for more than a second before they reacted. Almost simultaneously, more than a dozen guns opened fire in the direction of the car, but unfortunately, the distance was too far and almost none of them hit.

However, several shots still hit the car door, making "ding, ding" sounds, and a few shots hit the grass in front of the car, even tearing up the turf. The driver, Xiao Sanzi, was sweating profusely, his adrenaline was almost surging through his body, his eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed into the jungle.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen agents, chattering and shouting, chased after the car. Although this place was within my country's borders, it was a border region. For these agents who had been engaged in jungle warfare for many years, this was their main battlefield, so they quickly realized what was happening and, following the direction of the car, a dozen people chased after it.

In fact, they still found that someone had jumped out of the car, but after Liu Feng rolled into the grass, his figure quickly disappeared. The other side sent three people to search for Liu Feng's location, while the rest of them ran towards the car.

Xiao Sanzi's car sped less than 200 meters before crashing into a small tree. The hood of the car was smashed open, and the car stalled completely after a few roars. The people inside the car rolled out of the door without anyone telling them.

Xiao Sanzi was clearly experiencing this situation for the first time. He frantically pushed open the car door and was the last to rush out. Just as he got out of the car, two bullets hit the tree trunk next to him, scaring him so much that he almost jumped up. He scrambled and crawled into the woods.

At that moment, Liu Feng was hiding behind a tree trunk, silently counting, three, two, one. As soon as he finished counting, without even looking, he fired two shots into the grass outside the tree trunk with his right hand.

Two corpses were silently blown off their heads and fell to the ground with a thud. The last person was so frightened that he rolled backward, but when he looked up, there was no one left in sight.

The other side only sent three people to find him, which was a sign of their contempt. He was just about to tease them a little more when he heard gunshots coming from the jungle not far away, indicating that they had already started fighting.

Liu Feng frowned, deciding to quit. His figure, like a wildcat, swiftly disappeared into the grass. The last remaining agent, seeing only a shadow vanish ahead, retreated in terror. Seeing his teammate's corpse not far away, fear gripped him. He quietly retreated further.

The man had just retreated behind a tree and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when his entire body stiffened. Something hard was pointing at the back of his head. This Southern Monkey agent realized that his opponent had found his retreat route, and now the opponent's pistol was pointed at the back of his head.

A mocking smile appeared on Liu Feng's lips as he looked at the Southern Monkey agent in front of him, who was dressed exactly like his allies. He slowly extended the pistol from the back of the man's head to the front, and finally put it into the man's mouth. Amid the man's confusion and fear, he pulled the trigger.

A muffled gunshot rang out, and dark blood spurted from the back of the opponent's head, splattering all over the tree trunk behind him.

Liu Feng coldly wiped the muzzle of his gun against the other man's collar, looked at the corpse on the ground, and muttered to himself.

"No rush, you're only the third one. There are fifteen more to come, it's just a matter of time!"

With one hand tucked under his arm, Liu Feng changed his magazine, glanced at the ground, pulled two grenades from the other man's lower back and hung them on his waist. Then, he slowly bent over and crept towards the source of the gunfire.

Chapter Four: Retirement

Xiao Sanzi's real name is Qin Hongbing. He is the third child in his family and is often called Xiao Sanzi. Gradually, this nickname was also used in the army.

He was hiding behind a rock, his heavy breathing making him feel dizzy. He looked at his arm; a bullet had torn a large gash through his flesh, and blood was gushing out, soaking his clothes. But he couldn't care less about that now. Tears and sweat dripped onto the wound, making him gasp in pain.

He was holding a Type 64 submachine gun, but at this moment it felt like a burnt stick. Facing such a life-or-death moment for the first time, he had long forgotten what training was like.

He had been carrying two magazines, and without realizing it, he had emptied them in just a few shots. He had enlisted as a transport soldier, a technical soldier, and had been assigned to drive for the division headquarters since enlisting. He never imagined that he would actually encounter the enemy.

But now that he's actually faced it, he's filled with regret. He regrets not training harder before, but life is only once, and it's too late to regret it now.

He originally thought that since he was in China and was with war heroes, and the operations were all short-distance, there would be no danger. But he never expected that he would actually encounter the Southern Monkey agents, and he was really doomed this time.

His back was pressed tightly against the rock, its unevenness and hardness making him oblivious to the pain in his back. He was on edge, barely able to breathe, his face flushed. He could hear the sounds of someone approaching from the surrounding bushes.

But at that moment, his legs felt like they weighed a ton, and he couldn't lift them no matter what. He closed his eyes in agony. It was all about to end. Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, your son can't come back!

Liu Feng was crouching in the grass opposite Qin Hongbing, watching two Southern Monkey agents holding guns, cautiously approaching Qin Hongbing's position.

Seeing Qin Hongbing's constipated appearance, as if he were about to be executed, I couldn't help but smile. Many new recruits on the battlefield are prone to psychological problems because they can't bear the fact that they will be killed soon. That kind of fear almost reaches the limit of human beings.

The two agents were clearly very professional. They spotted someone behind the rock in front of them almost immediately. They exchanged a glance and coordinated with their eyes, almost without using hand gestures. One looked to the left and the other to the right. The person on the right stopped five meters away and began firing at the rock.

The gunfire from the right forced the person behind the rock to keep their head down. If it were a normal soldier, they would only focus on the gunfire from the right. Meanwhile, another person launched a surprise attack from the left. This whole sequence of actions was completed in just one or two seconds. If nothing unexpected happened, Qin Hongbing's life would also be over in two seconds.

However, unexpected events are bound to occur.

Just as the agent on the left rolled over and landed in front of Qin Hongbing in one fluid motion, a bullet struck the back of Qin Hongbing's head almost the instant the gun was raised. The agent fell to the ground, completely lifeless.

This scene left Qin Hongbing, who was standing in front of him with a flushed face and waiting to die, dumbfounded. His heart was pounding and his body was stiff and uncontrollable. Then, another bullet was fired from directly in front of him, and the gunshot from the other agent opposite him suddenly stopped. He fell to the ground without a sound and became completely silent.

If anyone were to witness this scene, they would see a bloody hole between the other person's eyebrows, from which blood is spurting out, and a wisp of blue smoke slowly drifts away...!

Two bullets took out two elite monkeys, perfect!

Liu Feng slowly walked out of the bushes, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and looked up at Qin Hongbing.

"What are you standing there for? Pick up your weapons and run that way. Remember, don't be like that idiot and fire randomly. That will only attract more pursuers. Get lost, you're annoying to watch!"

As if waking from a dream, Qin Hongbing hurriedly and stumbled to pick up his weapon from the ground, forgetting even to say thank you. He strode towards the depths of the jungle, but after running for a while, he finally couldn't help but turn back. But the spot where he had just been was no longer occupied.

Five, six...eight!

"Bang!" The ninth one is solved!

Liu Feng moved through the jungle like a ghost, using every bullet carefully, never wasting a single one. It was not worth wasting bullets, which cost only a few cents each, on these monkeys!

Liu Feng had already seen the bodies of two friendly soldiers. One of them was the officer who had just said he was going to give him the information. Looking at the bloody hole on the man's cheek, Liu Feng sighed inwardly and bent down to cover his unseeing eyes.

Of the eighteen Southern Monkey agents, half of them have already been killed. Although they are scattered throughout the forest, the enemy has clearly sensed something is wrong, and they are beginning to converge on the center.

Liu Feng crouched among the forked branches of a large tree. He didn't peek out to see what was happening below, because he had already heard the voices coming from under the tree.

At this moment, the six Southern Monkey agents had gathered together. They had obviously discovered the bodies of several of their teammates, and the agents were discussing whether to retreat.

Liu Feng smiled and took a grenade from his waist. This was a special grenade made for special agents of the Southern Monkeys. It weighed about 500 grams, was very powerful, and the shockwave from the explosion spread in all directions, making it the best choice for clearing obstacles in front of you.

Liu Feng pulled out the pin, released the fuse, silently counted one, two, and then threw the grenade at the middle of the six agents.

With a loud explosion, Liu Feng barely glanced at the result before leaping headfirst from the tree branch like an ape, simultaneously firing his pistol. In the smoke, a Southern Monkey agent who was just about to get up was shot in the head.

"Bang, bang!"

Two shots hit the last agent, whose thigh was injured, in the hand, rendering him completely useless. He couldn't even crawl. He was lucky; he had just remembered that he still needed to capture two prisoners.

There are only two enemies left who haven't been seen yet; they must have gone to chase after the officer who brought the documents.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, Liu Feng felt a surge of exhilarating accomplishment.

Perhaps because he has experienced too many dreams, he no longer has any fear of death. This feeling is strange, as if he can decide the life and death of others at will.

In fact, this feeling would be considered a mental illness for a normal person. No one can arbitrarily decide the life or death of another. It is easy for normal people to carry the violence and contempt for life from the war into their own lives, and in the end, their own lives become a tragedy.

However, Liu Feng was different because he knew exactly what he was doing. He killed the enemy purely because he genuinely wanted to kill them. He knew the enemy's identity very well. In wartime, every enemy killed could reduce our losses, especially these special agents who were skilled in assassination. Every one killed could potentially save several of our soldiers in the future.

Liu Feng didn't linger. He checked his magazine and found it was enough. He looked around, carefully surveyed his surroundings, and then rushed off in one direction.

At that moment, the officer carrying the documents was running wildly through the jungle, clutching his injured arm. Behind him, two Southern Monkey agents were leaping toward him from about thirty meters away.

The officer glanced at the briefcase in his arms, a resolute impulse welling up within him. He leaped over a large tree, rolled into the nearby bushes, lay down on the grass, grabbed a handful of dry grass from nearby, and, enduring the excruciating pain, opened the briefcase, took out all the documents inside, threw them onto the grass, and took out a match from his pocket, trembling as he prepared to light it.

The more excited he became, the less likely the match would light. With the pursuers already within sight, he was sweating profusely, and his hands trembled even more.

Finally, the match lit with a whoosh, and a fleeting look of joy crossed the officer's face. But before he could even feel happy, a bead of sweat dripped from his forehead onto the spark, and the match went out with a hiss.

The officer was completely dumbfounded. He was so angry that sweat poured down his forehead. He frantically struck the match, but he used too much force and the match pierced through the matchbox. Seeing this, he was utterly desperate.

He didn't care about sacrificing himself, but he couldn't let the enemy get his hands on this information no matter what. It contained the garrison points of two of our divisions, which would have a huge impact. The enemy could launch artillery attacks directly based on the map. Looking at the map, he finally made up his mind, picked up the paper, and started to stuff it into his mouth. He had only stuffed half of it in when two gunshots suddenly rang out.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he saw two dark figures fall to the ground not far away, completely still.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

"The reinforcements have arrived!"

After a while, a solitary figure slowly walked out of the grass, stopped in front of him, and then spoke.