True Apocalypse Game

How do you treat the bruising and pain from a comminuted fracture?

The quickest way, of course, is to simply amputate the fractured area.

Once it's cut off, the bruising and everything else are no longer an issue.

Martin Benitez let out a muffled grunt. This time he didn't scream, but instead gripped his own wrist tightly, trying to slow the flow of blood.

The distant pod of hippos, startled by the three severed fingers, paused their charge. After sniffing the bloody scent of the digits, they turned and left.

They showed disdain for this peculiar meal.

In contrast, a few crocodiles on the bank took the opportunity to slide into the water and swim toward where the fingers had fallen, drawn by the scent of blood.

"Please let me go back and bandage my wound, or I won't be able to take you to see Pablo," Martin Benitez said slowly, his head covered in sweat.

The pain from his severed fingers was actually far less than before, now at a level he could endure.

Shen Feng nodded, released him, and followed him toward the villa.

This villa was located deep in the dense forest. Back in the day, Pablo had chosen this kind of secluded spot specifically to evade searches by the Colombian military and police and the Eagle Country's anti-drug agency.

Therefore, despite the hundred-plus bodies, the recent gunfight, and the explosion, no one was likely to show up anytime soon.

If people from the Medellin Group didn't come, this place might not see another soul for several years, or even decades.

After a few years, all that would be left would be a pile of dried bones in the villa.

Martin Benitez stumbled into the villa, retrieved a medical kit from a hidden compartment, and began to disinfect and bandage his wound.

In his youth, he had been one of Pablo's top assassins, so he was more than proficient at this sort of thing.

Soon, Martin Benitez finished bandaging his hand and looked up at Shen Feng.

His face was deathly pale, and he looked as if he could collapse at any moment.

His physical injuries weren't actually that severe. Although he had lost a lot of blood, he had suffered worse wounds before.

The worst part was the psychological blow. This Asian man who had appeared out of nowhere was simply a Devil straight from Hell.

'Could he really be one of Ye Zhenli's Eastern Mages? Something like the Voodoo of Haiti?'

Shen Feng glanced at the other man's face, took a bottle of whiskey from the nearby bar, and poured two glasses. He handed one to Martin Benitez and said,

"Drink up. It'll do you good."

Martin Benitez took the glass with his uninjured hand, gave Shen Feng a grateful look, and then downed it in one gulp.

A warm current spread through his body, and he immediately felt much better.

Shen Feng nodded slightly and also drained his glass.

Martin Benitez stood up, took a deep breath, and said to Shen Feng,

"You shouldn't have killed my helicopter pilot. I always fly when I go to find Pablo..."

Shen Feng nodded and said, "It's fine. I can fly it. Let's get on the chopper."

On the helipad atop the villa, the helicopter's rotors spun to life. It slowly lifted into the air, carrying Shen Feng and Martin Benitez toward the dense mountain forests of northern Colombia.

Martin Benitez remained silent the entire time. He clutched his wound with one hand, staring out at the mountain forests, occasionally glancing up at the Asian man in front of him.

The man was practically omnipotent. Martin had been skeptical when he'd claimed he could fly a helicopter, but after a brief, initial awkwardness, he was skillfully maneuvering the aircraft over the jungle.

Shen Feng observed the dense forest below, also silent.

The dense forests of Colombia, once part of the Ancient Inca Civilization's territory and for decades the world's primary supplier of narcotics, held countless buried secrets.

'Still, having a Silicon-Based Brain is convenient. I just searched for and downloaded the flight manual for this helicopter model from the internet, let Jingwei take over for a bit, and then gradually got the hang of it myself.'

Martin Benitez had given him a set of coordinates, which made the location even easier for Shen Feng to find.

As the helicopter flew into a hilly region, a small hill with a very flat top came into view. It was paved with smooth stone slabs, forming a landing pad.

The helicopter slowly descended. By now, Martin Benitez had recovered some of his strength. He got out of the helicopter and simply stood there, waiting.

Shen Feng had changed into a black suit and sunglasses. He stood beside Martin Benitez with his hands behind his back, looking like a bodyguard.

Pablo wouldn't be living anywhere conspicuous. The fact that he had managed to stay alive all this time was due not only to the Eagle Country's anti-drug agency and the Colombian Government wanting to save face, but also to his own extreme caution.

He was even more careful than Bin Laden!

A mountain breeze blew past, carrying a peculiar smell. Shen Feng then noticed that the surrounding valleys were all planted with contraband.

The two of them waited for about fifteen minutes. During this time, Martin Benitez showed no hint of impatience. The international crime boss who controlled the entire Medellin Crime Group was now as meek as a schoolboy.

He had originally thought the Asian man behind him would grow impatient, but to his surprise, the man simply stood there in silence, waiting just as quietly.

This added another layer to his fear.

Finally, two men dressed casually like ordinary Colombian farmers appeared, walking up a small stone path on the hillside below.