roccoschili Chapter 512 This time, he had to bring something back for his brother!
Chapter 512 This time, he had to bring something back for his brother!
"We must find Yang Zheng first, not only for his own safety, but also to make a definite judgment on what Gao Ziyou said."
Seeing the veins bulging on Zhou Yichen's forehead, Chu Xin couldn't help but take a few more glances. It was rare to see Zhou Yichen so emotionally expressive, which showed that he had kept Chen Feng's death in his heart.
It's not surprising that he couldn't hold back when he suddenly realized there might be more to the story.
Gao Ziyou is really cunning. He's kept quiet about this for so long, probably planning to use it to gain benefits for himself at the right time, and also to provoke and manipulate Zhou Yichen.
He may be mentally ill, but he's definitely not stupid.
Chu Yunting's face was somewhat bitter. "Little Chu, you don't know, Yang Zheng was very clever when he was in the army. His counter-surveillance ability was terrifying. If he wanted to hide, no one could find him."
Every time they had any contact, it was always that kid who took the initiative to show up and send a message.
Chu Xin thought about the impression that person gave her, and there really was a hint of 'one-man show' in him. "Then we'll have to see if you two really have a deep, unspoken understanding."
Hearing her say that, Zhou Yichen thought of a way to find Yang Zheng, but he didn't know if it would work if he tried his luck.
Half a month later.
Southwest, on the border between Myanmar and China.
The damp, putrid smell, mixed with the miasma permeating the tall trees, forcefully assaulted the nostrils of passersby. Even with a specially made damp cloth covering their face, the odor could not be completely blocked.
"Yeah!"
A sharp machete sliced through the obstructing bushes, revealing a tall man who was completely covered up except for his eyes.
Without even glancing at the venomous snake that had been cut in two along with the vines, he stomped on the upper half of the snake's body, which was convulsing and tilting its head back as it suddenly died, and stomped it into the mud, continuing on his way.
He took long strides, his eyes were firm, and he had an indomitable spirit, as if nothing in front of him could stop him.
Along his path lay not only the corpses of poisonous creatures, but also several more corpses lying prone on the ground at the very back.
The blood still flowing silently indicated that these people had just died.
The dark red blood flowing from that slashed wound exuded a deadly odor, attracting swarms of leeches that clung tightly to the vines on the ground, vying to surge past the massive tree roots covered in dark green moss, desperately trying to reach the source of the blood.
This scene was terrifying and sinister, sending chills down one's spine.
"Boss!"
The man had just walked to the foot of a large tree with a canopy as big as a green cloud when suddenly someone unexpectedly popped out from above.
He slid down the tree trunk a few times and said:
"Next time, let us do these things. They're just a few short mules; all they can do is pull the trigger and fire a gun. We can handle them perfectly well!"
As he spoke, he removed the camouflage hat woven from green leaves from his head, which was specially used to conceal his figure, revealing a rugged face with a bronze complexion and bright white teeth.
The others who followed echoed, "Yeah, boss, you're always the one who goes into these dangerous situations. We rarely get a chance to help."
They were dressed the same as the man, except that in addition to the machetes they carried, they were also carrying guns.
"No rush, it's not a big deal. I can take care of it easily. Those people are mostly drug trafficking teams spontaneously formed by local farmers in Myanmar. They don't have much fighting power."
As the man spoke, he plunged his machete into the ground, sat with his legs spread on a bent tree trunk, opened his water bottle and gulped down several mouthfuls of water before continuing:
"If you go any deeper, you will face large drug trafficking gangs armed with firearms. These gangs are composed of organized and disciplined criminals who are vicious and inhumane. Killing is as easy for them as cutting vegetables and melons."
That's when you need to be 200% focused and handle it carefully. The slightest mistake could be fatal for you, understand?!
The men listened to him and all nodded emphatically, "Yes, boss!"
Everyone knows that the leaders are doing this for their own good.
Moreover, the leader is not only skilled in combat but also has extensive experience in jungle warfare. What is even more admirable is his medical expertise; he single-handedly saved the dozen or so members of their squad from the clutches of death.
Such a life-saving grace must be repaid even at the cost of one's life.
The man gave a soft "hmm," placed the kettle on the ground, and took out something wrapped in oil paper from his body. He unwrapped it layer by layer, quickly revealing a hand-drawn map inside.
He beckoned the group over and pointed out the route to them one by one. "These places are safe for now. You can just stroll around normally. If you encounter anything suspicious, deal with it according to the old rules. Don't be soft-hearted. If you should kill, then kill."
When you get back, tell the others what you've said. Even if you run into someone you used to know, don't trust them easily. Honest and simple farmers won't come to this godforsaken place.
Don't trust anyone except your own people!
The others did not respond to what he said.
"I remember, boss. Don't worry, are you planning to go out for a walk again?"
The rugged-looking man looked worried and asked him uncertainly.
Every few months, the eldest brother would travel to the border between India and China, and then enter China from there. No one knew exactly what he was doing there, but he would always be depressed for a long time afterward.
"Yes, that's right. I've given you all the life-saving medicines I carry with me, and they'll be there to save your lives if necessary."
The man called "boss" lowered his eyes, stared at the words "Yang Feng" on the military green water bottle for a moment, and a determined look flashed in his eyes.
This time, he had to bring something back for his brother!