Chapter 35 The Intruders From Kl Camp


    “Check this out-fresh tire tracks, both iing and outgoing. They’re still recent. Someone must be inside!” one of the men insisted.


    “If there’s someone there, that’s the best news we’ve gotten…” another man said.


    A group of injured, rugged men pressed forward when sudden silence fell over them.


    They had encountered arge sign. ‘Private Property. Beware of Dogs’


    Everyone was speechless for a moment.


    “Hey! Look over there!” the man shouted.


    A keen-eyed man glimpsed silver and charged ahead. He pushed through the brush, weaving between dense trees until he uncovered a hiddenpound.


    What he found left him-and the others-utterly speechless.


    A colossal wire fence, towering over 10 feet high, its coiled razor wire glinting sharply in the light. Hidden des waited like teeth in a trap between the metal bars.


    In the center was a towering steel gate, at least 12 feet high and solid enough to withstand a tank.


    Inside the enclosure, they could barely make out a flourishing farm-vibrant vegetable gardens, pens filled with chickens, ducks, and goats, orchards overflowing with fruit, and even a well-stocked fishpond.


    The man thought, Is this a paradise on earth? A stronghold with real security… and more supplies than we can even imagine. It’s like something straight out of a survivalist’s fantasy-a modern-day Eden.


    “There must be someone inside!” the earlier man yelled, sprinting toward the gate. “I’m going to ask for assistance!”


    Just then, their leader’s voice echoed from the back. “Watch out!” he cautioned, but it was toote.


    Thud!


    Right in front of them, the man from the special forces tumbled straight down. By the time the others reacted, he had already fallen into a deep pit trap.


    “Dave!” the leader shouted.


    “D*mn it, Dave!” the other man snapped.


    The rest of the special forces team rushed to the edge of the pit.


    At the bottom of the concealed pity a bed of solid steel spikes, along with several enormous bear traps.


    The sight of it sent a shiver down everyone’s spine.


    The man thought, D*mn it! These aren’t just ordinary hunting traps-this is military-grade equipment. One misstep for an average person means instant death.


    Fortunately, their teammate was a trained special forces operative. The moment Dave detected danger, he leaped into a protective stance. Nevertheless, the trap had mped down hard on his leg, and both of his hands had been impaled by the spikes.


    They carefully maneuvered around the lethal metal and managed to pull him out of the pit.


    Just as they lifted him up, a door in the massive gate of thepound creaked open, and out charged a pack of dogs, barking.


    A pack of nine ferocious dogs closed in, their monstrous ck shepherd leading the charge. Summer’s lips peeled back in a razor-toothed snarl, ws flexing against the dirt-a wordless challenge.


    In that instant, the special forces fully grasped the significance of the sign: ‘Beware of Dogs’.


    They thought, Because these dogs? Yeah, they’re genuine articles.


    Then, a woman’s voice echoed from a concealed speaker embedded in the wall of thepound. “This is your final warning. Depart within one minute or I won’t take responsibility for what the dogs do to you,” she dered.


    Everyone at the scene gasped in shock.


    The group tensed as the woman’s voice echoed through the loudspeaker. All gazes shifted to the injured man sprawled out in the middle.


    Camouge paint obscured his face, but the determination in his piercing eyes was unmistakable. He turned toward thepound, addressing, “We’re operatives from Kl Camp. We’re in deep trouble. Can you help us?”


    “Fifty-nine seconds,” came the woman’s icy countdown.


    “Hey! Seriously, cut us some ck! We’re really in a tough situation here!” the other man shouted.


    “Fifty-eight seconds,” she continued.


    “You must be joking!” a younger operative yelled, his voice quivering with fury. “We sacrifice our lives trying to assist people-your people! Is this how you treat us?!”


    “Thirty seconds,” she maintained.


    The countdown felt like a guillotine. The young appeared on the verge of tears from his sheer anger.


    “Sir, she… she’s not even responding!” the other soldier asked.


    “Drop it,” the leader replied softly. His tone was nowposed. “She owes us nothing. Seeking help is one thing. Demanding it? That’s crossing a boundary. We’re leaving.”


    “B-But you’re gravely injured, sir. We don’t even know if help is on the way,” the soldier reasoned. “We have no other options!”


    “I said, let’s leave,” the leadermanded.


    At that moment, the soldiers carrying the wounded captain copsed on their knees before the enormous


    gate.


    “Please!” one of them cried out toward the inte. “Miss, I’m begging you-my name is Kyle Vinson. None of us will enter. J-Just assist our leader. I’ll get you anything you wish. Anything! Just save him!”