Chapter 919: Chapter 915: Difference in Equipment Chapter 919: Chapter 915: Difference in Equipment Ved had served in the Navy SEALs and had been a platoon leader.

The Navy SEALs, a background setting that has been overused in countless films, novels, and other forms of creative work, always seem to be mentioned whenever a formidable soldier character appears, as an endorsement of his extraordinary abilities.

Despite such frequent appearances making the Navy SEALs seem cliched in various stories, causing people to think that scriptwriters really can’t come up with anything new, this also precisely proves the excellence of the unit–to the extent that if another unit were substituted, the protagonist’s strength could not be explained as convincingly, thus necessitating repeatedly bringing them back into the narrative.

The unit, along with the Army’s Delta Force, is considered to be one of the Ugly Country’s most powerful trump card forces and one of the most mysterious and intimidating special operation forces in the world, often ranking first in various charts.

Their vision requirements for soldiers are no less stringent than those of fighter pilots, and their selection process is considered the hardest and strictest special military training in the world, with a total strength of less than two thousand people.

Their selection does not have requirements for height and weight, only strict standards for physical fitness; therefore, there is no standard definition for the body type of the members, but they are usually not excessively large.

Too large a body can bring stronger power, but it undoubtedly significantly reduces flexibility and agility.

In speed selection, they would undoubtedly be eliminated.

Giants in the Navy SEALs are almost an impossibility.

But Ved achieved it.

His towering stature, over two meters tall, combined with a speed agility not inferior to that of an average team member, made him a unique existence in the squad.

And Ved, in a situation where the entire Navy SEALs had only 11 platoons, became the platoon leader. For ordinary people, he could be called a life form from a completely different dimension.

Given such an exaggerated discrepancy, could Bi Fang fail?

Of course not!

Ved was incredibly large and had talents surpassing ordinary humans.

Yet in front of him was a “Superhuman,” with senses far beyond those of ordinary people, nerve reflexes as quick as lightning, stronger burst energy, superior explosive strength and endurance for equal muscle volume.

And with the advantage of striking first, how could one fail?

It was noon, and even in the woods, the lighting was still very good, but Ved could only see a blurry light and shadow from the corner of his eye.

The other’s movements were too fast, like a leopard that had been lying in wait for a long time, suddenly exploding its entire spine in an instant!

“Ved, be careful!”

In a moment of urgency, Guvas, who had just started a live broadcast, grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled inside the vehicle, but he had forgotten that they were long out of range for the walkie-talkie connection, and the other end couldn’t receive any sound.

Ved’s scalp tingled, and sweat gushed from his back like a fountain.

He had seen too many fierce beasts on this grassland, but even the fiercest lion dared not charge at an adult human. It had been too long since he’d felt the sensation of being targeted by a fierce animal. He remembered those tiger pupils he had seen through the iron net as a child–just as fierce and just as chilling.

He was utterly helpless, just like a rabbit.

What Navy SEALs, what platoon leader, what hunting warrior–all his pride and courage now turned into cold sweat, silently slipping away through the pores.

As for the guides and the main client nearby, they fared even worse; they hadn’t even seen clearly what had leapt out, thinking it was a lion or some other fierce beast that had approached for a surprise attack, causing their legs to buckle, ready to collapse to the ground.

Before the two had fully hit the ground, the thrown spear was already arriving in front of Ved’s chest.

It was too fast, a guaranteed hit.

Ved only felt his right shoulder as if it had been hammered by some siege equipment, the surprising pain spreading outward from the point of impact, quickly bringing him to the ground.

Fortunately, he still retained a considerable amount of muscle memory from training. Being knocked down by the spear, he rolled to the side, avoiding any potential follow-up attacks.

He can still move?

Poacher Bi Fang was surprised by this.

Something was off with this guy!

Bi Fang had a clear understanding of human strength and also had enough confidence in his own skills, which was why he specifically aimed for the right shoulder rather than the larger target of the chest; otherwise, the victim might have died on the spot.

Whatever the situation, if he could avoid killing, he would–a principle of conduct.

It wasn’t fear of killing that concerned him, but the potential impact on his live stream. Bi Fang knew well what he relied on for everything he had achieved.

That spear should have pierced right through the man’s shoulder, leaving him severely crippled, yet there was no blood!

It must be a stab-resistant vest!

Bi Fang’s thoughts raced, and he figured it all out in the blink of an eye.

The man was wearing a protection suit, and it might be a bulletproof and stab-resistant vest.

There was no other explanation.

In the past, due to technological limitations, bulletproof vests couldn’t resist stabbings and vice versa, and wearing both was too cumbersome and heavy, impacting mobility. But as technology had advanced, combining the two had become possible.

At most, poachers would wear a bulletproof vest, which was quite remarkable, but now they were keeping up with the times, correcting the weakness against cold weapons.

This just got more complicated.

Bi Fang faced a dilemma. He thought it was tough enough when the man had a gun, but a stab-resistant vest too? However, he couldn’t afford to ponder on it now. Without stopping, he suddenly turned and charged towards the other two men.

Even though the two men seemed incompetent, at the end of the day, they were still adult males capable of action. If they got hold of a gun, they posed a real threat.

Finally, the guide and the client hit the ground and had no time to react before seeing a dark shadow charging towards them. They braced their legs and desperately scrambled backward, but it was too late.

Bi Fang gripped the tree stick and smashed it down on the head of one of the black men. After a muffled groan, the victim’s eyes rolled back in an eerie display of white as his body went completely limp.

The attacked Ved kept rolling until he hit a tree. Supporting himself with his left hand, he managed to sit up; big beads of sweat slid down his forehead, but he didn’t dare to wipe them off, fearing his opponent would take the opportunity to attack.

Even with the protection suit, the force of the impact was real. At that moment, his right shoulder was unusable, and he couldn’t lift his arm.

Since when had there been such an impressive figure among anti-poaching forces?

Seeing that his client was about to be attacked, Ved couldn’t afford to think too much or worry about whether his scapula was broken. Leaning against the tree, he pulled out his handgun with his left hand and fired at the figure standing in the woods.

At that moment, Bi Fang, about to strike the other person, felt the hairs on his back stand up, sensing a strong feeling of danger.