The forest on the back mountain was engulfed by the black night; the gray moonlight was blocked by the canopy, with only a sliver of light filtering through the gaps, offering no illumination at all. Luo Zheng and the others rushed to the explosion site, seeing the devastation on the ground, with withered yellow leaves scattered everywhere. There was a crater blown open in the ground, and a pool of fresh blood. Ghost Hand squatted down, picked up so blood-stained soil, sniffed it, and nodded to Luo Zheng.
Luo Zheng pondered understandingly. The surrounding shrubs were dense, the forest thick, unfit for walking. The enemy ca from here, clearly hoping to increase their success rate of infiltration. Luckily, traps were set. Ghost Hand checked around with a flashlight, found traces of blood, and signaled to Luo Zheng.
"Let's catch up and take a look." Luo Zheng said in a low voice, signaling Hook to lead the team to follow quietly without making a sound.
The team approached silently, with Ghost Hand scouting ahead. From ti to ti, they stopped to check traces on the ground. Without light, this chase was extrely difficult. The surroundings occasionally rustled as if small animals were running, now and then a couple of chipmunks could be seen swiftly escaping into the distance.
The primitive forest was more terrifying at night than during the day. Cold-blooded creatures, like snakes, favored nocturnal hunting, along with wolves, tigers, and leopards that had had enough sleep during the day. Fortunately, the group was large enough that these fierce beasts dared not easily provoke them. They walked for a distance, seeing a towering mountain ahead, suspecting the enemy might have ascended it.
Ghost Hand turned off the flashlight, looking serious as he asked in a low voice, "Do we pursue?"
"Hook." Luo Zheng didn't answer Ghost Hand's question imdiately, but instead called out softly, looking at Hook. Hook ca up, and Luo Zheng continued asking, "Without a flashlight to light the way, can we see clearly enough to chase?"
"We can vaguely see the road, but we can't discern traces on the ground, so it's easy to lose track." Hook replied quickly, looking at the towering forest ahead, a heavier look on his face.
"Ghost Hand, if it were you, where would you choose to camp?" Luo Zheng asked Ghost Hand.
"On the mountain top, fewer beasts, good air, wide view, and able to retreat in any direction if there's an issue." Ghost Hand imdiately answered.
"Alright, we'll go up the mountain; turn off the flashlight. Hook, you lead the way upfront carefully." Luo Zheng said in a low voice, taking the sniper rifle from his back, checking it over, and chambering a round.
Hook responded, calling two locals to lead ahead. They seed agile, moved quickly, and landed silently, like ghosts in the night. Luo Zheng breathed a sigh of relief; these people, living in the jungle since childhood, were indeed most familiar with it.
Everyone followed these two, probing forward. Before long, they climbed to the mountainside. The loose soil there made walking difficult. Unable to see clearly, they had to rely on feeling to climb slowly upward, using the trees for leverage, ensuring no one got left behind. In the darkness, they seed like a wolf pack stealthily approaching a target—silent, stealthy.
About half an hour later, they nearly reached the mountain top and slowed their pace again, making as little noise as possible. Luo Zheng stopped periodically to use the sniper scope to survey the area. Once confird clear, he would continue moving. This pursuit thod was extrely dangerous; being exposed would be troubleso.
Fortunately, luck was on their side. After climbing to the peak, they stopped to rest. Luo Zheng exchanged a glance with Ghost Hand, and the two thodically searched along the ridge. They moved slowly, cautiously, stopping to observe through the sniper scope occasionally. Within a two-hundred-ter range under the scope, the scene was barely discernible.
After advancing about three hundred ters, Luo Zheng sensed sothing oppressive about the dense forest ahead. He signaled to Ghost Hand, who promptly flanked to one side, moving even faster, his figure nearly invisible in the night. Luo Zheng carefully observed with the sniper scope but found nothing unusual, prompting doubt. Seeing a large tree about ten ters ahead, he pushed off forcefully with his foot, his body surging forward, carrying the hint of windswept rush.
"Bang!" A gunshot suddenly shattered the silence of the night, startling several night birds from the dense forest, emitting sharp, eerie cries into the night sky.
Luo Zheng felt the bullet nearly brush his back. If he hadn't been fast enough, he would have been hit. Startled, he realized they'd been discovered, probably by an enemy scout. He slamd against a tree, stopped, and pressed his back against it, listening intently while analyzing the bullet's origin, his expression as cold as iron.
"What's the situation?" Hook's voice ca through the earpiece.
"Soone, scatter, attack formation coming up." Luo Zheng said in a low, icy voice, tinged with killing intent. His sharp gaze probed cautiously, watching where the enemy was ambushing, trying to judge their position. Unfortunately, the earlier shot caught him off guard, leaving no sound afterwards to help determine location.
Then, through the earpiece, ca sounds of movent. Luo Zheng knew Ghost Hand had detected so danger and dismissed the idea of a direct assault. He gripped the sniper rifle, waiting patiently. Suddenly, Luo Zheng felt sothing fall from above. Surprised, he looked up only to see a figure leap down from a tree, headfirst like a giant snake hunting, intense and swift.
Luo Zheng was shocked, realizing it was too late to shoot. He quickly darted sideways, simultaneously pulling out a dagger from the side of his boot. Rolling his body, he maneuvered curiously after colliding with a tree. Before he could rise, he saw a black shadow dart upon him, a long blade raised high, exuding a chilling breath of death as it sliced through the void, emitting a whirring sound as it ca down.
"Ninja?" The thought flashed in Luo Zheng's mind, his heart tensed. Evading was already too late. Even if he dodged, he would be at a disadvantage, subject to a relentless chase. Luo Zheng's face turned cold, his eyes flashing with a surge of battle intent. The military dagger in his hand flew out towards the opponent's heart.
The black shadow had no choice; it had to use the long blade horizontally across the heart. A clanging sound erupted, sparks flying as the military dagger clattered against the blade's body and fell to the ground. Seeing this, Luo Zheng was startled. To calculate the trajectory of the flying knife so accurately in an instant—this was a master.
Luo Zheng swiftly got to his feet, tossed the sniper rifle aside, and swiftly pulled out a Type 92 pistol. Life and death were at stake; he had to go all out. Luo Zheng roared, his body leaping back to create distance, rapidly firing at the opponent with the gun.
"Puff! Puff! Puff!" Luo Zheng fired a three-point shot, his body moving backward rapidly, sensing that these shots might miss, his brows tightly knit, his expression turning solemn.
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