Luo Zheng looked at the pursuers trying to regroup and sneered. The enemy leader indeed had so skills, understanding the tactic of using stillness to control action. Everyone spread out and fought. Without lights, no one could see anyone else, relying solely on their skills. If it weren't for the fact that everyone had Night Vision Devices, this battle would have been perilous. Realizing the situation was untenable, the enemy leader quickly urged everyone to turn on their flashlights, clearly intending to retreat.
"Too late." Seeing that only about a dozen of the enemy remained, Luo Zheng sneered and spoke softly into the earpiece, "Kill."
Everyone understood the aning of this word and ca out from behind cover, opening fire on the enemy. With five or six fallen foes, each person only needed to kill two to suffice. A burst of gunfire resolved the issue. Just as they were about to continue firing, they noticed the enemy taking cover to return fire. Luo Zheng's reminder rang in their ears, "Keep one alive."
Of course, the most valuable captive would be the enemy leader. What could an average militant possibly know? Everyone tapped their earpieces to show understanding. Using the trees around them for cover, they slowly moved toward the exposed enemies. Just a few steps forward, the enemy suddenly erged from their hiding spots and fled down the mountain in disarray.
"Pop, pop!" Several gunshots rang out, and the fleeing n were killed one by one. Luo Zheng shot a man who looked like the leader, hitting him in the thigh. The wound was not fatal, but it was crippling. The team quickly surrounded him, watching the bodies on the ground with caution, daring not to be careless.
Luo Zheng approached the wounded man, kicked away his gun, and crouched down slowly. Clad in a camouflage suit, his cold gaze under the moonlight seed ghostly. Coupled with the camouflage paint on his face, he gave off a terrifying feeling. Luo Zheng, with his sharp sense, noticed the man flinch and glanced indifferently at the man's thigh, saying coldly, "Tell your identity," using the international common language.
The man looked at Luo Zheng in panic and jabbered sothing incomprehensibly. Luo Zheng did not understand and lost interest in continuing the interrogation. Keeping a captive was rely an attempt to find out the enemy's identity. Since communication was impossible, there was no point in keeping him alive. He slowly stood up, aiming his gun at the man's heart. His eyes narrowed, and he was on the verge of pulling the trigger.
"Wait a second." The man suddenly spoke, using broken but understandable international common language.
Luo Zheng crouched down slowly, placing Tiger Teeth on the man's neck. The cold blade emanated a chilling aura of death, causing a tremor of fear. Luo Zheng said coldly, "You only get one chance, speak."
"If I tell you, can you spare my life?" the man quickly asked, his eyes filled with panicked hope.
"I can," said Luo Zheng coldly.
"We are from a military faction. You must be from Huaxia Country, right?" The man's face brightened with joy as he hurriedly said, fearing Luo Zheng might be rciless. Seeing the surprise on Luo Zheng's face, he quickly explained, "We were ordered that it's not safe recently, that you could co at any ti, so we were told to be vigilant."
"How did you know we were coming back?" Luo Zheng asked coldly, his murderous aura intensifying.
"Unclear, that's just what we were told from above. They didn't specify the details." The man felt Luo Zheng's terrifying killing intent, his breathing hitched, and he hastened to explain, fearing Luo Zheng might act. Seeing Luo Zheng's impatient expression, he quickly added, "Our people kidnapped one of yours. You would certainly co to rescue them. That's not hard to guess, right?"
"Where is the person being held?" Luo Zheng asked coldly.
"I'm not sure, this kind of thing is classified, not sothing I'm ant to know," the man hurriedly explained.
"Hmm?" Luo Zheng let out an unsatisfied snort, adding a bit more force to the Tiger Teeth military knife in his hand, easily slicing open the skin on the man's neck, a trace of fresh blood seeped out, a few milliters deeper and it would be certain death.
"Stop, stop, I know who does," the man hurriedly spoke up, seeing Luo Zheng's terrifying murderous intent recede slightly, he let out a sigh of relief and quickly explained, "The General's son, he definitely knows."
"The General's son?" Luo Zheng repeated coldly, noticing that the man was not lying, he asked, "Where is he? How many people does he have with him?"
"He's in a city over a hundred kiloters from here, just follow the river and you'll get there, I can take you," the man hurriedly spoke up, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his face pale as he was clearly frightened out of his wits.
"Eh? Let's go?" Luo Zheng slowly put away the Tiger Teeth knife, glanced at the man's thigh, took out a first aid kit from his military pack, tended to the man's wound, and bandaged him up – the road was still long, and this man couldn't just die yet. Snow Leopard ca over and helped the man up, and everyone walked down the mountain.
At the riverbank, Luo Zheng saw several boats moored, chose a bigger one, moved a couple of barrels of fuel from the other boats for backup, and stripped off a few sets of local clothing for disguise. Then he set the other boats on fire and everyone set off in the boat.
Throughout the journey, everyone was silent. Seeing the well-equipped Luo Zheng and his n, the injured militant knew he was no match and completely abandoned any thoughts of resistance, obediently leading the way, hoping to save his own life. The hundred-kiloter river trip took over two hours, fortunately without anyone stopping them for a check.
Under the moonlit night, they calmly reached the vicinity of a small town by the river, the boat's speed slowed down as they watched the distant city lights – it was around eleven o'clock at night, hardly any people were outside, with only the occasional car passing by, all clear through the sniper scope.
"Mountain Eagle, Snow Leopard, you two stay on the boat for backup. Ghost Hand, Xue Er, the three of us will go ashore in plain clothes. Any problems?" Luo Zheng observed for a while before speaking.
"No problem," everyone quietly responded.
Luo Zheng approached the captive, speaking coldly, "Don't get any funny ideas. You've led us here, but even if you get us killed, your General won't spare you. For you, there's only one way to survive, and that's to lead us to the General's son. By the way, how many sons does your General have?"
"Just one, don't worry, I understand," the man quickly replied, fearful that Luo Zheng might change his mind. He was also very clear about the truth in Luo Zheng's words; for those who betray the interests of the ard warlords, the General is not known to be rciful.
"Good, as long as you understand," Luo Zheng said coldly, rinsed his face with river water, quickly took off his gear and clothes, and changed into the spare militant's attire. The militants were dressed in local casual clothing, so they disguised themselves as locals, and once the boat found a place to dock, they all jumped ashore.
Luo Zheng pressed down on the captive, a grenade tied to the man's back with its pin secured by a thin string, one end in Luo Zheng's hand. One hard pull from Luo Zheng, and the grenade would explode. In the face of life and death, the captive was very cooperative, knowing that the people before him were like reapers who killed without batting an eye, untouchable, and carefully led the way ahead.
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