The gunsmith has not had sleep for more than thirty hours, is covered in dirty mud, has not eaten or rested for a long time, and has used superpowers many times during the period and engages in activities that consume a lot of physical strength. Even so, he decided to grit his teeth and persevere, and to take the eternal core the farther away from the ruins, the better.

He still walked towards the west, holding on to the idea of ​​how far he could move, and persisted until dusk. Finally, he couldn't support it. He fell to a tree in hunger and exhausted, and now a snake climbed onto his face, and he was too lazy to raise his hand to touch it.

Late at night that day, the gunsmith's leg was bitten by something, and the stinging pain made him wake up instantly. He touched it without touching anything. He touched the wound again, and it didn't seem to be serious and did not shed much blood.

But the gunsmith still became restless. It was optimistic that this mouth was bitten by a large mosquito, but if it was a little unoptimistic, it might be that spiders, poisonous snakes, and scorpions might be killed.

He slept for less than five hours and had recovered a lot. He simply sat up straight and waited to see if there was any change in his body. After about ten minutes, there was no obvious discomfort, his pulse and breathing were normal, and the wound did not tend to worsen swelling and pain. The gunsmith breathed a little relieved, thinking that he might have just encountered a non-toxic grass snake. These creatures were hiding in the cracks at the bottom of the tree during the day or sleeping among dead branches and leaves, and maybe he was blocking his doorstep.

Just as the gunsmith was about to fall back to sleep, he suddenly heard footsteps. It was not the footsteps of animals, but humans, or people wearing boots!

In the dark night, the visual limitations make people's other senses naturally become sensitive. The gunsmith was originally very alert and listened to all directions, and at this time he could hear it clearly.

The gun craftsman counted silently in his heart, one, two... There were four people in total, they were cannibals? No... The sound of human beings barefoot stepping on plants or soil is different from when wearing shoes. These people are all wearing shoes, and they are definitely not the kind of weaving straw. Could it be that the person who came to rescue them?

Sure enough, he soon heard these people talking in a low voice, saying not indigenous language, but language that he could understand. The gun maker was happy. These guys were so dedicated that they were still marching in the jungle in the middle of the night. He was about to stand up and make some noise, but suddenly he felt something strange: Why didn't they call my name? This is a rain forest and not a residential community. Animals cannot complain that humans are too noisy, and the sound can be transmitted further at night.

Then he thought that maybe these rescuers had been shouting for a day during the day, so they were tired. But there was another question, why didn’t these people even bring lighting equipment when they moved forward? Can they see things at night? Do they wear night vision goggles without flashlights during rescue? They don’t make sounds or expose their whereabouts? If the rescuer falls asleep, wouldn’t he be missed with them?

A terrible and extremely high-probability conclusion was born immediately, and 50% of them were likely to have nothing to do with them; the other 50% were for them, but they were not here to carry out rescue...

Not only did the gunsmith not show up, he also hid more hidden. The other party was likely to have night vision equipment, so he had to be extremely careful.

"I seemed to hear something just now." A voice said.

When he was speaking, he was standing about five meters away from the gunsmith. The other three were not far away. This sentence scared the gunsmith and she didn't even dare to breathe.

"Stop talking, you're just doing a lot. During the day, you also said that you found the footprints of the target. As a result, we followed the footprints for a long time and broke the traces by the river."

"So I said, maybe he's drowned in the river."

"The superior's order is to see people alive and to see corpses when they die, and to ask us to be as soon as possible. Is there nothing 'maybe' to understand?"

"I don't understand why it's so complicated, just a weapon consultant."

"Hmph... haven't you heard of it? He is an important person. On the plane he was riding on before, all the crew members were quietly replaced by ours. He originally planned to take him to a secret place to imprison him, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly disappear in such a place."

After hearing this, the gunsmith's mind flashed through many possibilities. He was wondering who this group of people was, HL?EAS? or a powerful person in Tiandu? Even in the empire, the power struggle between many parties is very complicated. It is not ruled out that some people will value their talents very much. It is also possible... These guys are people of the Iron Commandment, and it is probably not too difficult for their undercover to get into a plane. If it is really this group of people, the reason to catch them is likely to be revenge on the last "Blue Gift" plan.

"I think it's that boy. After discovering something strange, he killed all the people on the plane and ran away by himself. The last few seconds of the plane's request for help was just a mysterious thing."

"Those questions will be considered after finding the target. Also, don't you find it strange? All the instruments mysteriously failed after entering this rain forest, but suddenly resumed their work in the morning. I was skeptical about the help-seeking communication, but... what happened here may be much more complicated than we thought."

Another voice interrupted the two: "Stop talking nonsense. Who knows how long the night vision device can work? If the machinery and compass stop working again, the night will be wasted."

Their voices became farther and farther away, and later the words of the four people were less, leaving only the sound of footsteps until they disappeared.

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Another morning, it was wet and stuffy.

The wreckage of the plane, a scene that was incompatible with the rainforest, was surveying nearby.

They dug out the soil and dug out the corpse buried by the gunsmith, but found no abnormality in the cause of death, and no valuable clues were left inside the plane, except that some seat belts and chair covers were missing.

"It's completely destroyed. To find out the specific cause of the fall, you have to drag the pile of rags into a shutdown hangar, or simply find a whole team of people to come to the damn forest for inspection with equipment." One of them complained.

"At least we can confirm one thing. Charles Roll, the gunsmith, was not dead. He buried these people, which means that he has the ability to move and is likely to not know the crew members' plans. We have to step up our search. If we meet him, we can pretend to be a rescuer and contact him."

"Hey! Who are you!" The man who was complaining just now saw a stranger.

It was a white man who looked thirty or forty years old, and had a bald and a sham beard. He walked slowly towards the four of them, and there was no danger because he had no weapons on his hands and no hostility.

But the four of them approached him very vigilantly and formed a small encirclement around two meters away, surrounding him in the middle.

"Sir, do you understand what we say?"

Danshui was silent for two seconds, and glanced at the four people in a circle: "I have many things to ask you."

"What?" None of the four of them understood why he had this inexplicable and strange sentence.

A minute later, Danshui was still standing there, while four corpses were lying around him, one with a strong ability, and three with one level.
Chapter completed!