Kapitel 36: Chapter 36: Ambush
Only after he could no longer hear any sounds behind him did Logan lean against a large tree to catch his breath.
After the underwater battle and dragging Simon Clark for several kilometers to the island, Logan's stamina was nearly exhausted.
At this moment, his hands and feet were trembling slightly—a sign of physical exhaustion.
If it weren't for the three months of training, he wouldn't have even had the strength to run.
But it was all worth it. He had uncovered the truth about his father's death and had taken down the man who killed him!
Given the lethal wound, the abdominal injury, decompression sickness, and the infection of the wound, Logan didn't believe that Simon Clark could still be alive under such conditions.
However, what Logan hadn't anticipated was that the Clarks' bodyguards were equipped with such heavy firepower.
Logan had always thought he hadn't underestimated the Clarks' power, but now he realized he still had.
To arm bodyguards with such heavy weapons in a peaceful society—these bodyguards were clearly not ordinary ex-soldiers.
No wonder the Clarks could directly control the entire Harbor City during the extreme cold apocalypse!
Confirming that no one was pursuing him for now, Logan found a secluded valley.
He took out bandages, disinfectant, hemostatic spray, and a knife from his storage space.
After disinfecting the knife with the disinfectant, Logan gritted his teeth and dug out the bullet from his left arm, sprayed the wound with hemostatic spray, and bandaged it.
By the time he finished, Logan was drenched in sweat.
In his previous life, during the apocalypse, he had suffered more severe injuries and had survived without any medication, so this was nothing to him.
He swallowed two anti-inflammatory pills and quickly treated the scratches he got from the tree branches.
Logan changed into a clean set of clothes from his storage space, took out some water and a can of luncheon meat, and began to replenish his strength.
After all this time, no one had come after him.
Either the bodyguards had taken Simon Clark's body and left, or they were waiting somewhere, preparing to ambush him.
After resting for a while, Logan continued deeper into the dense forest.
Half an hour later, standing at the highest point on the island, Logan looked down, observing every movement across the island.
Simon Clark's yacht had disappeared, and even Simon Clark's body was no longer on the beach.
However, on the other side of the island, a lifeboat had been dragged into the edge of the forest by the beach.
The bright orange color, though partially covered by the shadows of trees, was still quite noticeable.
Of course, if Logan hadn't been at this vantage point, he wouldn't have spotted the lifeboat.
The presence of the lifeboat indicated that someone had stayed behind from the yacht.
It seemed they were indeed planning to ambush him.
Originally, Logan had been considering how he would get back to South City.
This uninhabited island wasn't far from South City, but swimming back on his own was impossible.
Now, this development suited him perfectly.
At this time, the sun was setting, and there were only 17 hours left on the countdown at the top right corner of the Cornucopia.
Logan didn't delay any longer. He took out his combat uniform and quickly put it on.
This was the military-grade cold-weather gear Logan had ordered from Sidney Reynolds at great expense.
The full name of the gear was Special Forces Combat Uniform for Cold Climates. It consisted of 16 pieces, providing excellent warmth and waterproofing without hindering combat.
In this weather, Logan didn't wear all the layers. He removed some of the thermal underwear and wore a bulletproof vest under the outer jacket, along with a tactical helmet and thermal night vision goggles.
He armed himself fully and waited for nightfall.
When night falls, it's the perfect time to start the killing!
...
The forest was pitch black at night, teeming with insects.
Five figures in black crouched behind bushes at five different spots, waiting for the right moment.
Their exposed necks and hands were covered in mosquito bites, but they endured the discomfort, frowning.
They had originally come out to have fun with Simon Clark. Bringing guns was already pushing it, and they hadn't prepared any other gear.
The only sniper rifle was stored at the bottom of the yacht for emergencies.
After all, this was the world's safest country, not the gun-riddled Middle East.
Who would have thought that what was supposed to be a simple diving trip would lead to such a major blunder in their work?
"Tap."
A light sound made two of the bodyguards tense up.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
One bodyguard looked up and saw raindrops falling on the surrounding leaves, turning the tapping into a steady pitter-patter.
"Agent No.2, it's raining. Should we keep waiting?" one of the bodyguards whispered into his walkie-talkie.
"Affirmative! This island is only so big, and we're only five men. If he hides, we won't find him anytime soon. If we split up and go into the dense forest one-on-one with an assassin, we're asking for death. We'll wait; he'll find a way to leave, and we'll outlast him. If we don't deal with him and redeem ourselves, we won't have a good end either."
The bodyguards had seen Simon Clark's injuries and assumed that Logan was a premeditated assassin who had come prepared to kill Simon Clark.
With perfect disguise and ruthless attacks, how could an ordinary person do that?
And knowing their destination in advance, hiding weapons underwater, waiting for the right moment—only a professional assassin or agent could pull that off.
What they didn't know was that Logan, who appeared to be an ordinary person, was actually a survivor who had lived through countless crises in the apocalypse.
And he didn't have any pre-hidden weapons underwater—he had a space where he could retrieve items at any time!
However, one of the bodyguards still felt something was off:
"I don't think that guy is an assassin, and didn't Young Master Clark say he was his stepmother's son?"
The man called Agent No.2 was silent for a moment before replying:
"Logan's background was investigated before by the young master. He was just an ordinary college student. Do you think the old master will believe you if you tell him that an ordinary college student pulled out a crossbow and killed Hodor, almost killing the young master? Do you think he'll accept that eight of us, men who have lived on the edge, couldn't handle a college student?"
It made more sense to say that an assassin disguised as Logan was more logical.
It also provided a better excuse for their failure.
Agent No.2 continued:
"This time, we used up all our gene repair drugs to keep the young master alive. Whether he can be saved is still uncertain. If the young master dies, think about the consequences."
The bodyguards fell silent.
...
Logan didn't know that the Simon Clark he thought was dead was still alive.
He had cautiously made his way down to the dense forest at the base of the mountain. The sudden rain had initially startled him, but then he was delighted.
Even the heavens were helping him.
The sound of the rain would easily cover his footsteps.
And the burly men were clearly visible through his night vision goggles.
Logan lay in wait 300 meters away and flipped out a crossbow.
The interception crossbow was powerful, but it wasn't silent.
The crossbow Logan held was called a compound crossbow, with a very quiet firing sound, suitable for close combat. He had acquired it recently while picking up supplies.
Carefully placing a few bolts in the quiver, Logan cautiously approached the five men lying in ambush.
All around him, the rain pattered on the leaves. Logan made sure to step on exposed rocks and soil to avoid making any noise that might alert the enemy.
When he got within 200 meters, Logan stopped, fully alert.
At this distance, if the other side had infrared sensors, they would definitely detect him.
Logan waited for a while, but there was no reaction from them.
This distance was also within the range of the compound crossbow.
He set up the crossbow, aimed at a figure not blocked by trees, and fired!
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