The bullet flew almost close to the scalp and landed not far away, stirring up a cloud of dust in the sky.
He Zhichu and Ye Xuan lay motionless on the ground, as if they had never been in this place just now.
The pursuers behind waited for a while, then gestured to each other, raised their guns, and moved step by step towards the place where He Zhichu and Ye Xuan fell.
He Zhichu lay on the ground, his ears close to the ground, and could hear the gentle footsteps coming from behind.
From the subtle and cautious footsteps, he could tell that they must be seven soldiers, but they didn't seem to be very tall, because the sound of the footsteps was proportional to their weight.
The pursuers came closer and closer, so close that they could hear the sounds of whispered exchanges.
Without radio communication equipment, these people had to raise their voices and communicate in language.
What I heard intermittently was English with a Japanese accent!
These people cannot be regular soldiers of the US Army.
The corners of He Zhichu's eyes twitched uncontrollably. He turned his head and made a "don't move" gesture to Ye Xuan. Then when the pursuers behind him were about to come over, he suddenly jumped up from the ground, He kicked the big rock next to him.
With the force of this kick, He Zhichu flew up diagonally, as fast as lightning!
He pursed his thin lips tightly, squinted his peach blossom eyes, raised his arm, held a gun with one hand in mid-air, and pointed it at the chasing seven-man team. From left to right, one shot per person. Shoot it!
The crisper sound of bullet shooting in the valley "Ah!"
The men let out short shouts and soon fell to the ground, dead.
Ye Xuan had been lying on the ground motionless until He Zhichu signaled him to get up, and he got up.
He Zhichu was still half-kneeling on one leg, squatting in front of the pursuers he had just shot.
He waved to Ye Xuan, "Come here and see who are chasing you."
Pulling back the hoods of those people, under the moonlight, Asian faces were revealed, or to be more precise, Japanese faces.
Japanese facial features are easy to recognize and are generally not confused with people from other Asian countries.
Ye Xuan was stunned for a moment when he saw it, and then said, "Are there many Japanese Americans in the US military?"
"No matter how many there are, it is impossible to organize them into a small team to perform tasks." He Zhichu said coldly, while taking out his mobile phone and taking photos of these dead pursuers.
If possible, he really wanted to sample the blood of these people, and maybe he would be able to force a US military general to step down...
He Zhichu thought coldly, but unfortunately he only fled with a gun and it was impossible to collect blood samples.
Ye Xuan walked around those people a few times and touched his nose with one hand, "These people are not American soldiers."
"You only see it now?" He Zhichu glanced at him sarcastically, "Otherwise I would shoot?"
Ye Xuan frowned, a little unhappy, but He Zhichu was his savior after all, and now he was in danger because of him. Even if he was ridiculed a few times, he deserved it.
He Zhichu put away his cell phone, turned around and continued walking forward.
Not long after, he stopped again, listened attentively for a while, then pointed in the direction of a fork in the road and said, "Over there, go in first."
Not long after they hid in, a group of pursuers dressed in the same costume as the pursuers killed by He Zhichu just ran past the fork in the road.
These people are not tall and cannot compare with most American soldiers.
Ye Xuan realized at this time that these people should also be Japanese, right
It is really Japanese style to carry weapons and pretend to be the US military to commit big crimes on American soil.
The sunk aircraft carrier in Pearl Harbor is still there for people to admire.
He Zhichu looked at them with displeasure.
After waiting for a while at the fork in the road, counting the time, the other party had already run for a while, and then He Zhichu took Ye Xuan out of the fork in the road.
Not far ahead, the light flashed a few times and then went out.
"You have to use a flashlight at night. Do these people have night vision?" He Zhichu muttered in a low voice and chased after him.
This time they were behind, and the pursuers ran in front of them.
He Zhichu held his gun, counted it carefully, and then swept it with a single stroke!
To beat these people, he used ordinary bullets, not bullets with magnetic blast effects.
The pursuers who ran to the front did not expect that the person they were chasing actually went around behind them.
A night of pursuit made these people a little tired. Just as they were about to put down their weapons weighing more than ten kilograms and rest for a while, they felt a sharp pain in their backs. They all fell to the ground and were killed by He Zhichu.
Ye Xuan also participated in the battle this time and shot himself, killing at least two pursuers.
He Zhichu patted his shoulder as a silent compliment.
After this time, the two cooperated even more tacitly, and quickly got rid of the remaining pursuers. They bypassed the hill one-third faster than expected and arrived at the edge of Highway 95.
The mobile phone positioning shows that Little A is not far away.
Little A also heard the mobile phone warning in the car and saw that the little red dot representing He Zhichu was almost at the door of the car. He hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car.
The cliff is steep, and He Zhichu finally slipped down from the top of the mountain with Ye Xuan.
Xiao A and a few people quickly rushed to the place where He Zhichu and Ye Xuan fell, and caught them and helped them up.
"Mr. He, is the mountain road difficult to walk?" Xiao A looked at He Zhichu with his eyes narrowed.
He Zhichu shook his head, "The mountain road is difficult to walk, and there are still soldiers chasing us. It's hard for them to cut off the power and the Internet, so we can escape."
Several people were talking, and the sky suddenly became brighter.
A red sun burst out from the horizon, and the bright sunshine suddenly filled the mountains and rivers of Utah.
"It's another day." Xiao A sighed, urging He Zhichu and Ye Xuan to get in the car quickly. They were going to the international airport in Salt Lake City, the capital of Utah.
Xiao A's mission is to safely transport He Zhichu and Ye Xuan from Little Rock City to the Salt Lake City International Airport to get on the plane.
Entering the car, He Zhichu shook his head at Xiao A and said, "You didn't do the first step well."
Xiao A knew that he was in the wrong, so he groaned and said, "...Mr. He, we really didn't know that the other party was so energetic this time."
They were able to dispatch the Commander-in-Chief of the U.S. Pacific Fleet to cover their platform!
"I reminded you." He Zhichu said calmly: "Anyway, you are using money to do things. If the thing is not completed, the money will of course be reduced proportionally."
There is nothing wrong with this. Xiao A didn’t even think about refuting it. He nodded quickly and said: “It should be, it should be, it was our mistake and you should get effective compensation.”
He Zhichu said "hmm" and said, "Hurry up and drive."
The convoy immediately set off, with a bulletproof vehicle of the same model and color in front of it to clear the way for him.
"Where's the armed helicopter I asked you for?" He Zhichu leaned his head against the edge of the car window and glanced at the sky that had just brightened.
"...Little Rock City has issued an air ban, and the permit is invalid." Little A murmured.
"It doesn't matter, let them fly over to cover." He Zhichu ordered expressionlessly, "The opponent's plane will be chasing us soon."
Although his magnetic blast bomb blocked the opponent's electromagnetic communication system and disabled the radar, the opponent should have recovered after a night of maintenance.