In the dark night, in the southwest of Chongqing Capital, in the vast mountains of the uninhabited area, Lao Jiu in Zhang Tian’s team was holding a narrow T-shaped snow shovel in his hands, walking upside down while cleaning the footprints in the snow.

There were two people standing on the side at about twenty or thirty meters ahead, waiting for Lao Jiu to retreat while observing the surrounding environment.

Further forward, Zhang Tian escorted Zhu Wei and moved forward in a straight line with his three companions. Twenty or thirty meters ahead of them were the remaining openers and the rescued Kirill.

The entire team's marching was divided into three parts, with clear division of labor and a formation that was very dead. The twelve people were all wearing anti-thermal imaging clothes, and they were also walking on the Shanyin side at the beginning, which was even darker and deeper, making it easier to hide their whereabouts.

During the process, these people rarely spoke and communicated, so they kept rushing forward. About twenty minutes later, everyone came to the side of Shanyang. Because of the strong sunshine during the day, there was less snow. In some places, land and rocks were already exposed, and from time to time, you can see the small paths that the mountain people stepped out when they go into the mountains to make a living.

After coming here, Lao Jiu didn't need to use a snow shovel to continue cleaning the traces. The people in the team just need to step on the ground to evacuate.

In front, after Zhang Tian and others were significantly speeding up, Lao Jiu carried the snow shovel and was about to catch up with two companions not far away from the front.

"rustle!"

At this moment, a sound of clothes rubbing against branches came from the left side of the forest. Lao Jiu was highly focused and the mountain was very quiet, so he heard the sound at the first time and looked straight to his left.

The mountain was extremely dark and there was mountain wind. Lao Jiu and others dared not turn on the lighting equipment, so he stopped and looked forward, and there were shadows of trees and hazy snow mist.

Lao Jiu stopped and paused for a few seconds, but he didn't hear any abnormal friction sounds. He suspiciously withdrew his gaze, slowly lowered the snow shovel on his shoulder and carried it on his left hand. At the same time, he took out a pistol equipped with a silence Q with his right hand.

After a short stay, Lao Jiu quickly continued to move forward to catch up with his companion on the front side.

"rustle……!"

At this moment, a clearer friction sound rang out, at the back of the left.

Lao Jiu was stunned for a moment, turned around suddenly, raised the gun directly with his left hand. The direction of the muzzle was very accurate, which was the position behind the left side. But he looked carefully and found that there was nothing abnormal there.

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the front position on the left, with obvious footsteps and extremely fast speed.

After Lao Jiu heard the sound of footsteps, he looked back and saw that it was too late. When he turned around, he smashed it with a snow shovel.

"Bang!"

A thick and powerful thigh swayed and kicked the head of the snow shovel away. Lao Jiu was stunned and wanted to raise the gun with his right hand.

At the critical moment, a huge head hit her head and hit Lao Jiu's face. His nostrils burst into blood on the spot and instinctively shouted: "Someone!"

"CNM, do you have throat slits, right?"

Under the moonlight, Fu Zhen carried a spear and backpack, grabbed Lao Jiu's wrist with his right hand, and pounced it on the side, grabbed the military spear with his left hand, pressed his body forward, and made a move to wipe his neck.

Lao Jiu also reacted quickly, and directly raised his head to avoid it. The blade instantly flew past him. The egg on his right face was cut open on the spot. A knife edge that was five or six centimeters long extended from his chin to the corner of his eyes.

Not far away, two companions pressing on both sides had turned around.

"He's only...!" Lao Jiu was still shouting when he raised his knee and fought back.

"Bang!"

After Fu Zhen frightened the other party to his back with a knife, his body movements were extremely coherent, and his left leg and knee were directly pressed against Lao Jiu's abdomen. The latter was hit as if his internal organs were about to break. He instinctively bent over and leaned forward.

"puff!"

Fu Zhen pulled the other party forward with his right hand, held the military spear in his left hand, and directly wiped Lao Jiu's neck with a knife, and blood splashed half a meter high.

With a knife, gunfire sounded not far away. Fu Zhen grabbed Lao Jiu's body, moved sideways and avoided three or four meters away, then pushed him away, turned around and ran away.

A few seconds later, two figures chased after him, one went to check Lao Jiu, and the other kept chasing him.

On the ground, Lao Jiu twitched all over and blood surged in his neck.

"Xiaojiu! Xiaojiu!!" The brothers who were walking with him pressed Laojiu's neck and roared a few times.

Lao Jiu bleed his mouth and nose, and replied intermittently: "Yes... it's the second scene. The person who got off the bus first...he...he should have followed him for a long time. Don't chase him, go quickly!"

After saying that, Lao Jiu died.

While the two of them were talking, Zhang Tian in front of them had already come over with them. He glanced at Lao Jiu and was obviously stunned.

"Brother, I'm confused and stolen." The brother squatting on the ground looked up.

"Mom!" Zhang Tian rarely showed negative emotions, and immediately shouted with a gun: "Kill him!"

Everyone heard the sound and chased towards the forest on the left.

Zhang Tian’s five people were divided into two groups, each holding each other in one, chasing Fu Zhen very quickly. But strangely, Fu Zhen couldn’t shoot at all, and the person entered the extremely dark forest. As soon as he ran away, there was no movement.

After the fourth brother pressed forward for more than ten meters, he suddenly waved his hand: "Don't move, there is a thunderbolt."

"Don't make any noise, there is a helicopter above." Zhang Tian immediately reminded.

"Damn, he won't shoot!" The fourth brother replied in a sweaty forehead.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

Next to him, his companion shot Lin Zinei twice, turned his head and said, "He didn't run far, I inserted it from the side and took off the reflective badge on his body."

Slanted in front, about eighty meters away, Fu Zhen hid behind a large rock, his left hand was covered in blood.

It only took a few seconds for him to meet Lao Jiu, but it was these few seconds that cost him a lot of energy. After he fucked Lao Jiu, the opposite side fired. When he ran, Fu Zhen swung his left arm backward and was shot in the position of his little finger.

It's very hard to get the other person's marksmanship, but it also shows that the opponent's marksmanship is very reliable. When you encounter it at close range, there is almost no possibility of survival.

Fu Zhen tried his best to breathe smoothly, lowered his head and let go of his right hand, and glanced at the wound on his left hand.

Half of the little finger was broken, the bones were sparse, the whole finger had been completely deformed, and the fingers were tilted outwards of the palm.

Blood was flowing, and Fu Zhen tried to clench his fists, but a heart-wrenching pain came from the lower half of his palm.

There is no hospital here, and Fu Zhen does not have medical equipment. It is definitely too late to take the finger, but if he doesn't take the finger and break half of it will also affect his movements. He has a left-handed hand, and the severe pain in the wound makes him unable to do anything.

Fu Zhen thought for a moment, stared at the broken little finger in a daze, and directly grabbed it with his right hand.

"call!"

Fu Zhen breathed, stared at the wound with his eyes and broke his right hand. With a clang, he actually broke his broken finger off alive.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, this is the same way to deal with many animals!

Fu Zhen sweated on his forehead, let go of his right hand, and directly tore off the lining of his clothes, quickly strangled the little finger to stop the bleeding, then turned around and continued to flee diagonally forward, with a light pace and clear purpose.

...

The helicopters of Sichuan Province searched the nearby area. They originally found nothing, but suddenly an observer on an airplane noticed a large "cross" character drawn in the snow at the foot of a mountain.

Why didn't Fu Zhen shoot?

Because of the shooting, his position will be exposed immediately. There are more than a dozen people on the other side, so he can kill him before reinforcements arrive.
Chapter completed!