i'm the villain

Chapter 1 Island Quest
Chapter 1 Island Quest

A small island in Southeast Asia.

The tumbling waves washed over the reef again and again, and it was already evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the waves scarlet, and the lonely island seemed to be submerged at any time.

There are no tall plants on the island, not even the shadow of tropical trees.There are only a lot of black boulders piled up, and except for the occasional seabirds on the coast, there are almost no other animals on this island.

Just three days ago, a private plane came here. With a loud noise, the plane split into two in the center of the island, billowing thick smoke...

It can be regarded as bringing some vitality to this small island that has been silent for many years.

……

Several hundred kilometers away from the sea, another small military transport plane was rapidly heading towards the island.

In the cockpit, the rap song of the skinny West Coast ruffian was played almost at the maximum volume, and all kinds of rude and provocative abuse lyrics filled the plane.

"So, we're going to be an international rescue team now?"

The black man in the passenger seat held a document in his hand, rolled his eyes and asked the driver beside him.

"Rescue? Do you think anyone else can survive?" The lead driver was a blond white man with a cigar in his mouth. He flicked the document in the black man's hand with his index finger.

Shown in the document is a satellite image of the plane on the island that had been cut in half and burned black.

"What do you care about so much, if some unlucky guy is willing to pay, we'll just work." The main driver said lightly, exhaling a puff of thick smoke.

"Get the job done as soon as possible." The black man threw the document into the cabin behind him.

There was only one person in the cabin, he looked underage, just a boy, the black peaked cap on his head was covered so low that it almost covered the upper part of his face, but he was still clearly Asian.

He picked up the document, flipped through it casually a few times, and sat back in his seat without interest.He buried his face and said nothing.

The information provided in the document is very little, not even the passenger list of the crashed plane, only a number - 5.There were five people in the whole plane, including the pilot, and the client's request was very simple, that is, to destroy everything on the plane. The "everything" mentioned here also included the survivors.

Moreover, the client offered a price of 300 million US dollars. No matter what the client's purpose is, no mercenary or killer organization in the world would refuse this kind of behavior, which is tantamount to giving money. On this point, I believe God has no objection either.

In fact, if the plane had crashed in the sea, the client could have saved the $300 million, but unfortunately there was no such thing.Maybe the people on the plane have some kind of bloody feud with the client, or hold some kind of secret that the client is going to spend a lot of money to make sure they go to hell.

For the three black people, as long as they count the dead bodies, install a bomb on the wreckage of the crashed plane, and then "boom" to blow up the wreckage even worse, the task is considered complete.

So this time, the boss only sent three of them over, and the other members were on vacation.

"Hey! Dude, throw a bottle of water over here." The black man turned around and called out to the Asian boy.

The boy silently threw a kettle over, closed his eyes and went to sleep without saying a word.

The black man seemed to have long been accustomed to the boy's indifference, took a few sips from the water bottle, and then chatted with the driver.

……

Soon, the plane was approaching the island.

The plane landed on the sea, and the three took their weapons and walked directly into the center of the island.

Holding a rifle, he shuttled among the boulder piles.

"Make a bet, guess if those five people are still alive?" The black man seemed unable to keep quiet all the time.

"No." The driver was still smoking a cigar.

The black man stopped, wanting to hear what the Asian boy behind him had to say, who knew that the boy passed him without saying a word, and walked forward without looking back.

The Negro shrugged.

……

In the center of the island, you can clearly see a track cut on the ground after the plane crashed.This Bombardier Challenger is now a complete pile of junk.

Most of the things in the wreckage had been destroyed in the explosion, but it was still obvious that all kinds of strange equipment on this plane should belong to some kind of scientific research institution.A dark blue icon can be vaguely seen on the wing that has been segmented into seven or eight pieces. Although part of it has been burnt black, it can still be recognized as a totem of a bird or animal. If you look at this pattern from a distance , shaped like a letter "M".It should be the iconic icon of this institution, but the popularity should not be high.

"Hey guys, I think you should come in and take a look at this." The black man popped a head out of the wreckage of the cabin and waved to the other two.

When the chief pilot entered the cabin with a tall head of more than six feet, he saw a disembowelled corpse. He was used to seeing dead people and he didn't feel anything, even though the corpse was already rotten and smelly.

"is there a problem?"

"Look here." The black man pointed to the chest of the corpse, "From the throat to the lower abdomen, the knife was cut open, and even the jaw was torn into two pieces. Do you know how the boa constrictor swallows so much food larger than its head? Because Its jawbones can be parted, like this man's..."

"Talk about the point."

"Oh, I mean, aside from this wonderful knife show, I'm a little curious as to why the man's heart is missing."

"It seems that this unlucky guy was killed before the plane crashed." The chief pilot looked at the blood sprayed on the inner wall of the cabin, "But it doesn't matter, count the bodies and then we can go back."

At this time, the black man got into the front half of the wreckage again, and after a few minutes of fiddling, he got out and patted the black ash on his body.

"There are only two corpses in there, and the method of death is the same."

"Only three corpses? Didn't you say there were five people on the plane?" the chief pilot asked lightly.

"There are more here."

The Asian teenager who disappeared at some point leaned out from behind a boulder, tilted his head and pointed to the side with his peaked cap.

Sure enough, behind the boulder lay a broken corpse, with a pistol tightly in his hand. Judging from the bullet marks on the boulder, he should have fired several shots in a panic before he died, but obviously he failed to save himself s life.Like the other bodies found, his heart was missing.

Then there was still one body missing, and the three of them searched through the surrounding wreckage, but they didn't find any broken limbs or arms.

Excluding the fact that the information provided by the client was wrong, the three of them couldn't help but have an idea at the same time.

They looked at each other.

"Could there be any survivors?"

……

There are only four bodies, so the biggest possibility left is that someone parachuted before the plane crashed.

"I've checked, the parachute bag in the cabin has not been tampered with." The black man added lightly.

The main driver looked up at the crimson sunset in the sky that was gradually dimming. At this time, the sky had already begun to darken, and within 3 minutes, the island would be shrouded in darkness.He withdrew the rifle from his back, pulled the flashlight on the butt, and said lightly, "Take a look around."

The black man rolled his eyes to express his pain, and also turned on the flashlight on the rifle, and followed the pace of the driver.

The Asian boy straightened his cap and followed closely behind.

According to the information provided by the entrusting party, there were five people on board the crashed private plane, but only four bodies have been found so far. Professional requirements, if they want to get the 300 million US dollars, they must see five corpses with their own eyes.

The small island is located in the open sea, so there will be no cruise ships passing by, which is why the plane crashed for three days without being discovered by others.

As for why the client was able to find out why the plane crashed here, it is actually not difficult. This plane must have been installed with a locator or some kind of tracker. The plane crashed. They only need to search the place where the tracking signal last appeared through satellites, and naturally I can find it.

Soon, the three of them hadn't walked for long before the whole island was plunged into darkness, and after another ten minutes or so, they were almost invisible.

Fortunately, this small island is not big, and as the night fell, the seawater rose and the tide almost reduced the island's area by half.

Although it was just a search, the three of them still subconsciously maintained the usual way of cooperating with each other to cover the mission. After all, the client did not provide detailed information on the personnel, and they didn't even know the occupation of the person on the plane. If there is a survivor, it is difficult to say whether the survivor is aggressive or not.

After all, their job is to clean up.

The three climbed over the boulders, carefully searched every shadow where the boulders intersected, and after 10 minutes, they finally came to a slightly flat gravel path.

I don't know when it started, but now the atmosphere has become extremely quiet. Even the black man who has always been chatty is silent. In the dark night, the whites of his eyes are very conspicuous, blinking there, as if he realized something.

Several people walked slowly on the gravel, and their military boots stepped on the gravel, making a "click, click, click" sound.

Suddenly, the lead driver who was walking at the front raised his hand and clenched his fist, and the team immediately stopped.

No one made a sound, as if they were all quietly waiting for something, but there was no other sound on the island except the sound of waves coming from around them.

The tactical flashlights on the three rifles shone in three directions around them. The Asian boy walking at the end quietly stared at the darkness behind him. He did not shine the light of the flashlights. Flickering a little light...

After standing still for about ten seconds, the main driver pointed forward with two fingers, and the three of them continued on their way...

The atmosphere was so dull that it was weird, and the most annoying thing was the black people. He couldn't figure it out until now, but his keen intuition told him that there was a problem.

About 3 minutes after walking out, the team stopped again.

This time there was a long pause, and the blacks almost held their breath.

Yes, there is definitely a problem.

The thought flashed through his mind, but what was wrong, he didn't know.

About 15 seconds later, the main driver waved his finger again. This time, he deliberately stretched his palm forward, and made a gesture under the light of the tactical flashlight to signal to continue moving forward.

The Asian boy took a glance at the behavior of the driver...

The team moved on again.

But soon, the main driver clenched his fist.

The three stopped again.

This is the third time.

But no one was relaxed, especially the black man. He knew that the two people in front of him and behind him must have noticed something, but he was the only one who was kept in the dark.

People are most prone to fear of the unknown.

Five seconds later, under the flashlight, the driver's hand made a gesture to move on...

But this time.

He didn't move, neither did the Asian boy, only the black man took a step subconsciously.

The duration of this period is less than a second, but it is enough.

Before the black man's feet hit the ground, only a few words were heard from the mouth of the Asian boy:
"seven o 'clock!"

Almost reflexively, the black man and the driver turned around instantly, together with the Asian boy, with three guns pointing at the seven o'clock direction.

Gunshots sounded!

Dozens of bullets were fired!
Under the light of the flashlight, they couldn't see any figure in the direction of seven o'clock, only a piece of rubble, but the moment they fired the shot, everyone heard a muffled groan...

……

After the ceasefire.

The black man still looked confused, he just acted according to the instructions of the Asian boy and the tacit understanding he had cultivated over the years. In fact, he didn't find anything from the beginning to the end.

"Hmph." The lead driver snorted coldly, "I just said why it feels weird all the time."

"From the beginning……"

The Asian teenager touched the brim of his hat and said coldly:
"There are four footsteps!"

(End of this chapter)