As early summer approached, the jungle was lush with foliage, hot and humid.
In a low-lying area, three martyrs of the Longyin Team were hanging from a tree, their necks suspended by ropes.
A swarm of flies and mosquitoes buzzed incessantly around their bodies, drawn by the scent of blood and nutrients from the corpses.
The three martyrs had been dead for twenty hours, their faces as pale as could be, with multiple decayed parts on the bodies crusted with scabs.
The martyrs' bodies were strapped with explosives, not time bombs, but highly explosive materials that would detonate with a single bullet impact.
Around the bodies, over a dozen drug traffickers sat in the shade playing cards, gambling small sums, or eating and drinking.
In the thick forest surrounding the ravine, more hidden drug traffickers lay in wait.
