The gunsmith had not slept for more than thirty hours, was covered in dirty sludge, had not eaten or rested for a long time, and had used super powers many times during this period and engaged in activities that consumed a lot of physical strength. Even so, he decided to grit his teeth and insist on taking the Eternal Core as far away from the ruins as possible.
He still walked towards the west, holding on to the idea of moving as far as he could, and persisted until the dusk of that day. Finally unable to hold on any longer, he fell down next to a tree due to hunger, sleepiness and exhaustion. Even if a snake climbed up on his face, he didn't even bother to raise his hand to touch it.
Late that night, the gunsmith's leg was bitten by something. The sting made him wake up instantly. He touched it without touching anything. He touched the wound again, and it didn't seem serious. There was nothing wrong with it. How much blood was shed.
But the gunsmith still became uneasy. He optimistically estimated that the bite was caused by a large mosquito, but he was slightly less optimistic and estimated that some kind of spider, poisonous snake, or scorpion might have killed someone.
He slept for no less than five hours and felt much refreshed. He simply sat up straight and waited to see if there would be any changes in his body. About ten minutes later, there was no obvious discomfort, the pulse and breathing were normal, and the wound showed no tendency to become worse, swollen or painful. The gunsmith was slightly relieved now, thinking that he might have just encountered a non-venomous grass snake. These creatures hide in the gaps under trees or sleep among dead branches and leaves during the day. Maybe he is blocking someone's home. door.
Just as the gunsmith was about to fall back to sleep, he suddenly heard footsteps. Those were not the footsteps of an animal, but of a human being, and a human being wearing boots!
In the dark night, when vision is limited, people's other senses naturally become more sensitive. The gunsmith is already extremely alert and has an ear for everything, but now he can hear even more clearly.
The gunsmith counted silently in his mind, one, two... there were four people in total, were they cannibals? No... The sound of human beings stepping on plants or soil with bare feet is different from when they are wearing shoes. These people are all wearing shoes, and they are definitely not the kind made of straw. Could it be that he is here to rescue himself
Sure enough, he soon heard these people talking in low voices, not in the indigenous language, but in a language he could understand. The gunsmith was overjoyed, these guys were here, they were really dedicated, in the middle of the night Still marching and searching in the jungle. Just as he was about to stand up and make some noise, he suddenly felt something strange: Why didn't they call my name? This is a rainforest, not a residential area. Animals are unlikely to complain that humans are too noisy, and sounds can travel farther at night.
Then he thought that maybe these rescuers had been shouting all day long and were tired. However, there is still a question, why do these people not even bring lighting equipment when they move forward? Can they see at night? Should we not bring a flashlight but wear night vision goggles during rescue? Without making a sound or revealing whereabouts, if the rescued person fell asleep, wouldn't it be possible to miss them
A terrifying and highly probable conclusion immediately emerged. There was a 50% chance that these people had nothing to do with him; the other 50%, they were coming for him, but not to carry out rescue...
Not only did the gunsmith not show up, but he also hid more secretly. The other party probably had night vision equipment, so he had to be extremely careful.
"I seemed to hear something just now." A voice said.
When he spoke, he was standing about five meters away from the gunsmith, and the other three were not far away. These words scared the gunsmith into a cold sweat and he did not even dare to breathe.
"Don't be verbose. You have a lot to do. During the day, you also said that you found the target's footprints. However, we followed the footprints for a long time and lost track when we reached the river."
"So I said, maybe he fell into the river and drowned."
"The order from above is to see the person alive and the corpse after death, and we are required to do so as soon as possible. There is no 'maybe', do you understand?"
"It's not that I don't understand why he's just a weapons consultant and goes to so much trouble."
"Huh... haven't you heard? He is an important person. On the plane he was on, all the crew members were quietly replaced by our people. The original plan was to take him to a secret place for detention. I didn’t expect him to suddenly disappear in a place like this.”
After hearing this, many possibilities flashed through the gunsmith's mind. He was wondering who this group of people were, HL? eas? Or does it belong to someone powerful in Tiandu? Even in the empire, the power struggle among the many parties is very complicated, and it is not ruled out that some people value their own talents. It's also possible... These guys are members of the Iron Discipline. It's probably not too difficult for their undercover agents to get on a plane. If they are really this group of people, the reason for arresting themselves is probably to retaliate against the "Blue" incident last time. "Sex" gift" plan.
"I think it was that kid who was the thief. After discovering something strange, he killed everyone on the plane and ran away. The distress communication in the last few seconds of the plane was just a mystery."
"Those questions should be considered after we find the target. In addition, don't you find it strange that all the instruments mysteriously malfunctioned after entering this rainforest, but they suddenly resumed work on their own in the morning. I am also skeptical about the distress communication. , but... what happened here may be far more complicated than we imagined."
Another voice interrupted the two of them: "Stop talking nonsense. Who knows how long the night vision device can work. If the machinery and compass stop working again, another night will be wasted."
Their voices became farther and farther away, and then there were less words between the four of them, leaving only the sound of footsteps until they disappeared.
… …
Another early morning, humid and sultry.
The wreckage of the plane, a scene that was incompatible with the rainforest, four men in complete off-road equipment were surveying nearby.
They dug through the soil and dug out the body buried by the gunsmith. They found no abnormalities in the cause of death, and no valuable clues were left inside the aircraft, except that some seat belts and seat covers were missing.
"It's all destroyed. To find out the specific cause of the fall, we have to drag this pile of junk to a hangar, or simply find a whole team of people and equipment to come to the damn woods for inspection." One of them complained.
"At least we can confirm one thing. Charles Rolle, the gunsmith, is not dead. He buried these people, which shows that he is still fully capable of action and may not know the crew members' plan. We We need to step up our search, and if we meet him, we can pretend to be a rescue worker and contact him.”
"Hey! Who are you!" The man who was complaining just now saw a stranger.
He was a Caucasian male, he looked to be in his thirties or forties, he was young and bald, and he was unshaven. He walked towards the four people leisurely. He didn't look dangerous because he had no weapons in his hands. , his expression didn’t look hostile.
However, the four of them approached him very vigilantly and formed a small circle about two meters away, surrounding him in the middle.
"Sir, do you understand what we are saying?"
An Shui was silent for two seconds and glanced around the four people: "I have many things to ask you."
"What?" None of the four people understood why he said such inexplicable words.
A minute later, Anshui was still standing on the same spot, and four corpses were lying around him, including one powerful ability user and three others.
"Now I know enough." His face changed several times in an instant, and five different faces appeared distortedly on his face. In the end, his head turned into a black, colorless head. The texture of the hair on the head is like a semi-solidified solid, but the facial features are all there should be. A pair of eyes sunken deeply into the eye sockets, without the distinction between eye whites and pupils, emits bursts of deep and captivating cyan light.