Leitao stepped into the mysterious jungle once again. The moment he entered, a heavy stench of blood rushed at him—leftover from the bodies he had dealt with after assassinating the Japanese soldiers in the early hours of the morning. This pungent odor permeated the entire jungle, making one's stomach turn.
Aside from the smell of blood, the jungle was now enveloped in an eerie silence. Sunlight struggled through the dense foliage, casting mottled shadows that failed to dispel the lingering murderous aura. The light and shadows falling on the ground seemed frozen by the tense atmosphere, robbed of their usual vibrancy.
Even the birds seemed to sense the approaching danger and stopped singing. The once-joyful chirping had vanished, replaced by a heart-pounding silence. The entire jungle felt shrouded in tension, every leaf and branch seeming to whisper of an impending storm.
Chapter 22