Meng Province, Aershan City.
"Are you sure?"
A majestic voice sounded in an office of the Forest Police Branch on the north side of the county road.
"Confirmed! The photos sent by the superiors have been compared. One of the people is Damuge, who repeatedly crossed the border of China to poach and smuggle rare wild animals!"
In the office, a young man in police uniform was reporting to a middle-aged man with a dignified expression sitting behind the desk.
"Hmph! This gang has taken advantage of the high mountains and dense forests of the Greater Khingan Range to sneak into our country many times to poach! This time, we must catch them! We must not let them cross the border!" The middle-aged man slammed the table angrily.
"Yes!" The guy across the table saluted excitedly.
“… What are you? I didn’t tell you that!” The middle-aged man rolled his eyes at him unhappily.
"Uh..." The young policeman was immediately deflated and pouted: "Who did you tell?"
"With me!"
A voice sounded from behind, and a hand patted the policeman on the shoulder.
The young man looked back, his expression froze, and he quickly stood at attention and saluted: "Captain Liu!"
A man in casual clothes with a crew cut smiled and nodded, then stepped forward and saluted the middle-aged policeman behind the desk, saying, "Chief, I'm ready here. Do you have anything else to say?"
The middle-aged policeman stood up and said seriously, "This time we were able to find Damuge's whereabouts thanks to an outdoor anchor named Gu Lang. When you arrest him, you must ensure his safety!"
"Don't worry, Director, I will complete the task!"
In the woods, after another gunshot, there was a long silence.
Wang Ping was on the tree, holding his forehead with his hands, grimacing. Through the gaps between his claws, one could see a patch of blood on his white forehead.
Just now, when Damuge was running away with his nose covered, he suddenly turned around and fired another shot at the treetops on Wang Ping's side. The badger couldn't dodge in time, and a piece of iron sand hit his forehead, rubbing his eyes, leaving a long bloody mark. At this time, the wound was burning with pain.
Wang Ping sat on the fork and leaned against the trunk, his hairy chest rising and falling, his mind in a trance. Vaguely, he seemed to be back in Ngoro, back to the battlefield where his teammates had bled and sacrificed.
The badger's breathing gradually became rapid, a hot breath began to surge throughout the body, and the urge to fight became stronger and stronger.
Under the tree, Damuge, whose nose was bleeding from being beaten, was hiding behind a bush, taking out a thumb-thick shotgun bullet from the pocket of his camouflage uniform.
There was a brief silence among the trees, with only the backpack that Nakutu had put down lying quietly on the fallen leaves.
"You're not coming out, are you?"
Wang Ping stood up panting, letting the blood on his forehead flow down his cheeks. The scene before him was gradually covered with a layer of dark red halo.
After walking a few steps forward and picking another pine cone from the branch, Wang Ping aimed at the bear gall and other things placed in the woven bag under the tree and smashed it down hard.
“Bang!”
The pine cones spun and hit the black bear skin, and the plastic bag on top was bounced up, and liquid splashed everywhere. In the white plastic bag, a dark green color began to flow.
“You dare!”
An angry voice in Chinese came from behind the bushes. Damuge jumped out with his eyes wide open, raised his gun, and fired two shots at the tree trunk.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Wang Ping lay on the branch, the iron sand rubbed against his body, and let the needles and bark fall all over him, his eyes fixed on Damuge. Just after the two gunshots, he kicked the branch with his hind paws, turned over and pounced on Damuge who was bending down to pick up the bullet under the tree.
"What the hell! What is that?"
Damuge only felt a dark shadow that was clearly different from a pine cone flying towards him. He had no time to dodge and raised his arm to block it. There was a sound of fabric tearing, and his arm suddenly felt cold, followed by a sharp pain. Blood gushed out instantly, staining his sleeves dark red.
“Hiss…Ah!”
Damuge jumped away, swinging his arms, blood splattered everywhere, and the bullet in his hand fell to the ground.
Wang Ping did not stop after landing. He stood up and rushed forward again. Instinctively, he waved his sharp claws and grabbed the opponent's lower body fiercely.
Damuge held the shotgun in one hand and subconsciously blocked it. There was a crisp sound from the barrel, and a strong force came, and the shotgun was slammed back and hit his calf.
Damuge stumbled and fell forward to his knees. The shotgun hit the ground, and the butt of the gun hit his arm, causing someone to groan.
“Ouch!”
The action just now was almost subconscious. The badger was so excited that he felt his heart was about to jump out of his head, so he opened his mouth and roared. Then he jumped up on the spot and swung his claws to hit Damuge's head fiercely.
"ciao!"
Damuge's face was full of ferocity, and he had no time to think about what the thing that was attacking him crazily was. His arm, which was torn by Wang Ping's grasp, trembled as he stretched it to his waist, grasped the handle of the hidden knife, and swung it forward with all his strength.
"when!"
There was another crisp sound, a flash of knife light, and Wang Ping flew backwards, rolling and landing in the bushes opposite.
“Huff…Huff…”
Someone was panting, and sweat was pouring out of his forehead, face, and neck. He was afraid and tired. The arm holding the knife handle was shaking, and blood was dripping through his sleeve onto the fallen leaves on the ground.
There was a noise in the tree next to him, accompanied by falling needles and bark, and a figure slid down from the tree and walked towards Damuge.
Nakutu was furious and was about to curse when he saw the tragic scene in front of him. He was shocked. How could this man be like this after climbing a tree
"What's going on?" asked Nakutu.
"There's no one on the tree, right?" Damuge panted, and did not answer Nakutu. He struggled to stand up with the knife in his hand and asked back.
"Yes!" Nakutu frowned and shook his head, cursing: "Damn it, this is not right!"
"Hey! There's no one! Because that's not a human at all!" Damuge said, and without paying attention to Nakutu's reaction, he gritted his teeth and turned to pick up the shotgun that was lying on the ground.
"Not a human?... Where is that person..."
Before Nakutu finished speaking, he saw Damuge bite the knife in his mouth, reach into his pocket to take out the bullets and put them into the barrel of the shotgun, then walk towards the bushes opposite with the gun in one hand and the knife in the other.
At the same time, the branches of the bushes shook, and a black and white shadow jumped out, running in an "s" shape on the ground, and quickly pounced on Damuge.
"Hold a grass!"
Without time to think, Nakutu pulled out the knife and rushed forward behind someone.
Damuge raised his shotgun with one hand and aimed, but the badger was moving too fast, and Wang Ping had already pounced on him before he hesitated. He simply gave up shooting, swung his right arm, and chopped down fiercely with the knife in his hand.
At this moment, Wang Ping seemed to be possessed by the god of war, and his body was so agile that his brain could hardly keep up. Even at the moment when the blade was about to hit him, the badger actually turned 180 degrees in mid-air, kicked the back of Damuge's blade with its small feet, jumped up with the force, and grabbed his face.
If he got a firm grip, someone would lose at least one eye. Damuge felt a swelling in front of his eyes, and he had no time to react. In fact, due to inertia, his body leaned forward, as if he was actively moving his face closer.
At this moment, a cool metallic light flashed on the side of his face, and another waist knife brushed his face and stabbed towards a badger.
Wang Ping squinted his eyes due to the dazzle of the knife and felt a pain in his chest. He only had time to slap his claws in front of him before he flew backwards again.