Chapter 116: Rainy Night Murderous Intent

Sun Cheng's hearing was sharp; after hearing the sound of several dry branches being snapped in succession nearby, his heart sank instantly.

"Damn it, there are two... no, three people... Could these be the people who snuck onto the island to hunt the dinosaurs?"

His mind raced, and he quickly realized that even if he gave an order to Revenge now, he would likely still be in some danger himself.

After a moment of thought, he spoke in a stern, reprimanding tone: "Who are you people? Don't you know that this is Nublar Island, a private island?"

He had previously heard the man who captured him speak in English, so he also used English to reprimand them.

However, to Sun Cheng's surprise, after hearing his reprimand, the man who had captured him gave a cold laugh and added three parts more strength to his hand, gripping Sun Cheng's arm like an iron hoop; he actually lifted him off the ground with just one hand, then pressed him back against the trunk of a nearby large tree.

"Less talk. Now I'm going to ask you: who are you? Why are you running around outside on a stormy night..."

Although his cheek was aching from being pricked by the tree bark, it was convenient for Sun Cheng; he scanned his surroundings with his peripheral vision and immediately had a count in his mind: "Nine, no, ten people in total! Good heavens, looking at this equipment, they aren't ordinary people!"

After all, he had roots from another world; upon returning to the real world, whenever he had leisure time, he began to pay attention to the military equipment of various countries. After just a few glances, he recognized that everything on these people—from the military knives and weapons to the various attachments on their waists and chests—was standard-issue United States gear. Looking at the camouflage grease paint on their faces, their temperament seemed more like soldiers than poachers.

This made him a bit uncertain. After a moment of thought, he continued to maintain his previous tone, his voice not dropping a single bit: "Who do you think you are? A bunch of thieves armed and sneaking onto a private island, turning around to ask me for my identity. The security on the island has clearly failed, otherwise, it would have been impossible for you poachers to break in!"

Sun Cheng was gambling; he had seen a shadow of soldiers in this group's equipment, so he prepared to use his words to goad them and probe their bottom line!

Whoosh!

A sharp bayonet instantly plunged into the tree trunk in front of Sun Cheng, the blade nearly brushing his face. The coldness of the metal clearly stimulated goosebumps to rise on the skin of his face.

Sun Cheng's heart sank. He realized he might have guessed wrong, and he couldn't help but nudge Revenge, which had returned to its Camera form and was hanging on his chest, his heart jumping into his throat.

Yet unexpectedly, at this very moment, another man's voice suddenly rang out, and a smile could faintly be heard in it: "Bili, let him go. After all, we are here to save people, not to kill them!"

As soon as this low laughter sounded, the man who had been restraining him finally loosened his grip.

Sun Cheng let out a slight breath, then snorted and turned around, looking first at the man who had just captured him.

This was a tall, sturdy, and burly soldier with camouflage grease paint on his face, though one could still vaguely tell he was about thirty-four or thirty-five years old. Judging by his facial features and brownish-red skin tone, he seemed to have some Native American ancestry.

Seeming to notice Sun Cheng glaring over, this soldier called 'Bili' pulled the bayonet he had stabbed into the tree trunk out, grinned at him, yet there was never a hint of emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

"Soldiers? I'm afraid they're special forces!"

Having fought many battles against American soldiers in the other world, let alone ordinary soldiers, even special forces had died at his hands in no small number. Therefore, upon seeing this familiar aura, he immediately had some guesses about the identity of this group.

"Who are you? Why are you trespassing on Nublar Island?"

Although he had been released, he knew his current situation was unfavorable, so he simply took the initiative to attack, his face still showing a bit of indignation, as if he didn't see that he had already been surrounded by this group of suddenly appearing special forces personnel.

"Pah!"

A glob of spit with a heavy odor was spat directly toward Sun Cheng's feet. Sun Cheng followed the direction and discovered it was a boorish man with a handlebar mustache. Noticing Sun Cheng looking at him, he smiled, pulled a piece of dried grass leaf from his outer jacket pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and continued to chew. A smell of tobacco immediately began to permeate the air.

"Disgusting habit..."

A thin, white soldier rolled his eyes at him. He wore a pair of glasses and looked very talkative, asking Sun Cheng directly: "Sir, we are currently executing a search and rescue Task. A plane went missing in the nearby waters, and because of the storm, we could only temporarily retreat to the island..."

A search and rescue team would be fully armed, with not only everyone carrying guns, but even heavy individual weapons like Vulcan Cannons and Grenade Launchers?

Sun Cheng didn't believe a single punctuation mark of this, but it was a good thing that the other party was willing to communicate.

He immediately took the opportunity to withdraw the indignation from his face, carefully sized up the group, and then reluctantly nodded and said: "Don't blame me for not warning you; this is a private island. Leave here quickly; it's very dangerous on the island right now!"

After saying this, he deliberately glanced at the weapons in their hands and sighed.

Perhaps his acting wasn't quite up to par, as this display caused the group to burst into laughter. Sun Cheng noticed that the tallest, sturdiest, and most fierce-looking man in the group was also looking at him with a smile, asking in a deep voice: "What happened on the island? It's so late, and it's pouring rain, why are you still wandering outside?"

This man was about one meter ninety tall. Although there was a smile on his face, the terrifying muscles that seemed ready to burst through his clothes made one shudder.

Sun Cheng hesitated for a moment before answering: "Poachers have snuck onto the island. A dinosaur died this afternoon, and a security team on the island suddenly lost contact before dinner. There were gunshots heard before they disappeared..."

"Dinosaur?"

It was that same thin, white soldier wearing glasses. As soon as Sun Cheng finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Are there monsters on the island?"

"Ignorance is truly terrifying!"

Sun Cheng glanced at him indifferently: "This island belongs to the boss of International Genetic Technologies—John Hammond. International Genetic Technologies was founded in 1983, with its headquarters in Palo Alto, California, United States. It resurrected the North American Passenger Pigeon in 1987, the Sea Mink in 1991, the Steller's Sea Cow in 1994, and the Atlas Bear in 1999. It is a technology company that possesses the world's most advanced genetic technology. The company resurrected dinosaurs not long ago, and now the island is full of these prehistoric monsters!"

After finishing his words, he immediately acted irritable, glared at the few of them, and said coldly: "If you don't want to die, leave quickly. I don't know what kind of malfunction the island's security system has had; the gates to the villa area suddenly closed just now. There is a pack of raptors locked up a few kilometers away from here. It's too dangerous for us to be here!"

After saying this, he attempted to push past a tall, sturdy black soldier who was surrounding him, but unfortunately, the man stood like a rock, blocking Sun Cheng's path.

This probe immediately gave him a clear idea; he knew that this group of suspected special forces Warriors who had appeared out of nowhere clearly did not believe his words, and they were not necessarily as easy to talk to as they appeared.

Forcing a bit of impatience onto his face, Sun Cheng glared at the black soldier blocking him: "If you want to die, don't drag me into it. If you don't leave now, it will be too late!"

Seeing that this group of special forces of unknown origin had no intention of letting him leave, Sun Cheng was just thinking about what to do next when, suddenly, a sharp, peculiar beast roar came from afar.

That Native American soldier who had first captured Sun Cheng—Bili—had his expression change drastically upon hearing the sound. He abruptly raised the firearm in his hand, aiming it in the direction from which the beast roar came, and began to guard carefully.