Chapter 79 Gunfight

450 feet in the jungle? Yeah, that's a weird distance for a firefight. Not 'cause of the people, but 'cause of the weapons.

Most guns suck in the jungle. Bullets hit branches and leaves, messin' up their path.

But Daniel? He didn't give a damn. His HK416 was a beast. Even with a narrow field of fire, he knew he could drop the enemy.

Daniel crouched low, hugging a big tree with his HK416.

Through his flip-up sight, he spotted a gang dude in a T-shirt and jeans, pacing with an AK. Daniel's focus went razor-sharp. He adjusted his breathing, and suddenly, the guy's movements slowed down in his sights.

It felt like the jungle went dead silent. All he could hear was his own heartbeat.

Daniel stayed put for about five minutes. Then, boom! An explosion and a flash of fire erupted 900 feet ahead.

The sentry jerked and looked towards the camp. Daniel didn't hesitate. He pulled the trigger.

Two bullets zipped through a 48-inch gap, hitting the sentry's thigh, making him stagger. Another one nailed his cheekbone.

The NOTO round went in through the cheekbone, leaving a tiny hole in the front, but blew out the back of his head with a fist-sized bloody mess. The guy hit the ground without a sound.

Hearing the shouts from 900 feet ahead, Daniel stood up and yelled to James, "Watch Donovan, we're moving!"

James jumped up and sprinted to a big tree 120 feet to the right.

Using the trees for cover, James made a safe path for himself and set a rhythm for Daniel to follow.

Daniel found his groove and ran into the first wave of enemies.

"11 o'clock, four guys."

As soon as Natalie called it out, James opened fire.

His rhythmic shots freaked out the four gunmen. One unlucky dude got hit in the gut. The other three, realizing they were under attack, freaked out and fired wildly in James's direction.

The jungle near the camp was sparse, giving a clear line of sight. At about 120 feet, Daniel didn't need any reminders. He pulled the trigger, creating a crossfire with James, who was 30 feet away.

Daniel, a pro at close-range shooting, aimed for the head.

After a series of rhythmic shots, the three retreating guys were hit.

Two got headshots. The third, less lucky, got hit above the collarbone by a bullet that deflected off a branch.

The high-velocity bullet, deflected by the branch, tore a massive, bloody wound in the guy's neck.

In extreme tension, people can handle a lot of pain. The guy froze when he got hit, only realizing he should cover his wound when blood started gushing from his neck artery.

James, moving forward, finished off the guy with the gut shot, then shot the unlucky dude in the chest as he got closer.

About 150 feet from the camp, the enemy finally decided to fight back.

Bullets started flying everywhere, not really aiming but enough to keep James and Daniel pinned down.

"10 o'clock, four guys. 1 o'clock, four guys. 3 o'clock, one dude trying to flank."

Natalie called out the enemy positions like she was reading a grocery list.

Daniel, hugging a tree, popped out and started firing the second the shots from 1 o'clock paused.

Meanwhile, James reloaded and took aim at the flanker.

Both sides were trading shots, but Daniel's aim was deadlier.

Daniel didn't waste time with burst fire. He suppressed the four at 1 o'clock, then swung his gun to 3 o'clock with two bullets left, where a guy was dodging James's shots like a pro.

"Cover me."

Daniel shouted, and James switched his aim to 1 o'clock, emptying his mag in a steady rhythm. Just as he was about to call out for a reload, Daniel fired.

The flanker got caught mid-jump over a shallow ditch, stiffened up, and crashed to the ground.

Daniel pressed against the tree, yelled "Reloading," and grabbed two taped-together mags from his chest.

As soon as he reloaded, he saw James chuck a grenade to the left front.

The grenade went off, and James moved out, firing at 11 o'clock while exposing his weak side to the 1 o'clock guys.

Daniel didn't need a hint. He darted out, firing at 1 o'clock.

This time, he was laser-focused. If he missed, James could be toast.

The four at 1 o'clock tried to get a shot, but as they moved out of cover, they became Daniel's targets.

The more intense it got, the sharper Daniel's focus and rhythm.

One guy on the ground got a headshot.

Another, hiding behind a tree, got hit in the calf. As he bent over, his head got blown off.

A machine gunner didn't even get to pull the trigger before Daniel's bullet hit his temple.

The last guy tried to run but got shot in the lower back. As he paused, Daniel's bullet tore through his skull and face.

Seeing Daniel nail it, James, still firing one-handed, pulled out a grenade and tossed it, then yelled "Reloading," and darted back behind his tree.

Daniel, in sync, turned his gun to 11 o'clock and started laying down suppressive fire.

His angle sucked, making it hard to hit anyone, but the remaining guys had lost their fight.

As Daniel emptied his mag and shouted "Reloading," one of the enemy machine gunners tried to suppress them to cover the retreat of the last three.

But James was already on the move. As Daniel got targeted, James jumped out and dropped the machine gunner with a three-round burst.

Just as James was about to chase them down, a series of terrifying, muffled explosions rocked the camp.

"Heavy machine gun, get down."