Squatting on the tree branch where the Predator left bloodstains, Du Weiguo put on his tactical gloves, carefully wiped a little of it, and observed it carefully before his eyes.
The fluorescent green blood reflected a strange light in the sunlight. Du Weiguo slowly withdrew his gaze, curled his lips helplessly, and sighed secretly.
Nothing was found.
Except for the fluorescent bloodstains left on this big tree, there are no traces left in other parts of the jungle, neither footprints nor bloodstains. As for the smell~
Paralyzed, Du Weiguo is not a police dog, his sense of smell is only slightly stronger than that of ordinary people, and he has no ability to rely on scent tracking.
Most of Du Weiguo's strong combat power is due to his super eyesight. However, when he encounters the invisible Iron-blood, he is naturally restrained and his ability is greatly reduced. He can only passively defend and counterattack.
Du Weiguo missed the big fox very much at this moment. If she were still here, with her super sense of smell, these iron bloods would be invisible.
Moreover, the big fox is also proficient in mind control, and the Predator and other militants have muscles in their brains.
They are all physical damage-dealing warriors who wield swords and guns. If you meet a mental control mage like Big Fox, you can deal with them with just a look, right?
This is called brine and tofu, and one thing is reduced.
The sense of crisis that has always lingered in his heart has not been lifted, but the sense of peeping has disappeared. The injured Iron Blood must have temporarily escaped treatment.
Du Weiguo jumped down from the tree branch and retrieved the Evil God Shuttle that was hit by the missile. Then Du Weiguo climbed back up to the position where he was attacked just now.
The branch where he originally stopped had been completely chopped into pieces by the automatically tightened iron net.
Not only that, even the tree trunk had a huge gap created by the iron net, as if it had been chewed out by some prehistoric beast.
There are eight sharp corners at the end of this dark iron net. The back end of each corner is connected to a small machine bracket. After being shot, the corners will automatically approach and the net will be automatically closed at the same time. The design is very exquisite.
At this moment, the iron net has turned into a shape similar to a folding umbrella, spotless and quietly lying across the large hole in the tree trunk.
In less than a minute, Du Weiguo couldn't help but click his tongue:
"Oh my God, this thing is so cowhide! Once caught, it will be reduced to mincemeat in a matter of seconds. Just put it away and study it carefully if you have a chance."
Immediately afterwards, Du Weiguo carefully removed the scimitar Frisbee that was deeply embedded in the tree trunk, found another tree branch, sat down cross-legged, and examined it carefully.
The four scimitars on this thing are shaped like crab claws and are extremely sharp. They really cut iron like mud. The evil shuttle made of tungsten steel can easily cut deep scratches.
Du Weiguo gently stroked the Frisbee. There were several small, inconspicuous bumps on the center disk.
I tried to press one of them gently, and with a sudden sound, the Frisbee instantly retracted the two scimitars and turned into a boomerang shape.
Continuing with the test, this little scimitar Frisbee actually has four shapes, disc, single blade, double blade, and four blades. It is simply ingenious!
Du Weiguo couldn't put it down and couldn't help but sigh:
"What a cowhide! The Iron-Blooded are indeed the most combative hunting race in the universe, and the weapons are really unambiguous in their design!"
In the evening, the sun, which had been raging all day, set in the west, and the temperature finally dropped in this steamer-like rainforest.
At this moment, Du Weiguo was standing in front of an open space, looking at the wreckage of the crashed Cessna 172 small plane in front of him, his face a little gloomy.
The plane had disintegrated, was completely destroyed, and was completely torn apart. What he saw in front of him was the cabin part, stuck between two big trees, hanging in the air.
It was vaguely visible that there were two human figures on the tables and chairs in the cabin, but from such a distance, a pungent stench could be smelled.
Due to the extremely high temperature and humidity in this rainforest, the body was completely suffocated in less than a day. It took several days, and the degree of decomposition can be imagined.
At this time, countless unnamed black scavenging birds were in the cabin, jumping happily, eating crazily, and enjoying a rare gourmet meal.
"Damn! This job is really disgusting. I just hope the information is not eaten by these stupid birds."
Du Weiguo felt disgusted, curled his lips in disgust, pulled out a black warrior mask made of special material from the space, covered his mouth and nose, and put on a pair of black tactical gloves.
This black mask was naturally provided by Reina. It is a black technology produced by MI6. It is similar to the half mask of the Winter Soldier. It can effectively filter poisonous gas. The same goes for the gloves, which can isolate the temperature and resist flames and spikes.
These two pieces of equipment are very practical, but they are not without their shortcomings. They are not breathable and extremely hot. It is very easy to suffocate in this deadly rain forest.
After adjusting his mask, Du Weiguo hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly threw out the Nine Nether Lock, nailed it to the tree trunk, and swung towards the wreckage of the plane.
"Boom!"
Du Weiguo landed firmly on the front chassis cover of the plane. The scavenging black birds were immediately frightened and flew away, revealing two corpses in the cabin.
Even though he had already prepared in his mind and even wore a gas mask, Du Weiguo was still disgusted by the corpse that had turned into a giant, with flesh and blood gushing, and covered with big white maggots.
The key is that he still has to touch the body, which is really fatal.
This damn Bourne, his top-secret mineral information is hidden in a microfilm. No one knows where it is hidden. We have to find it!
Du Weiguo bit the bullet and jumped into the cockpit. From the remaining clothing, he could vaguely tell that the man sitting in the co-pilot, wearing a suit and whose head had turned into a bloody skull, should be Bourne.
"Made!"
The slippery feeling on his fingers through the gloves made Du Weiguo extremely disgusted. He searched Bourne's neat clothes and trousers pockets, but found nothing.
Du Weiguo looked around and saw that the front half of the plane was clearly visible. There were no bags or luggage at all. He couldn't help but frown. Reina had said that the microfilm was about the same size as a thumbnail.
There was nothing on Bourne. If the plane disintegrated and the luggage was left behind in the rainforest, how would you find such a small object?
To be entrusted by others is to be loyal to others.
Du Weiguo knew in his heart that this information was very important to Reina. Everything would be fine. If he failed and took the blame for the Green Berets, Reina might not be able to bear it.
Even if you don't die, you have to peel off your skin!
Lei Na was his person and Du Weiguo's important support in Hong Kong Island. He was both prosperous and devastated. Du Weiguo could only endure his temper and nausea and search for Bourne's body again.
The wallet in Bourne's arms used the blade of a knife to break open the leather and carefully inspected it inch by inch. It was not an antique pocket watch. He directly cut the outer casing with a Frisbee scimitar and looked at the parts one by one. There was nothing there.
"Huh~"
Du Weiguo frowned, threw down the broken pocket watch, and exhaled a long breath, otherwise he would search for this pilot?
Just as Du Weiguo was about to turn around, he suddenly saw a faint green color on Bourne's rotten and swollen left hand.
Regardless of feeling sick, Du Weiguo quickly raised his left hand. The green touch was an emerald ring on his ring finger.
Without saying a word, he flashed his scimitar, cut off the finger without hesitation, and quickly took off the ring.
But before he had time to check, Du Weiguo suddenly looked sharply and disappeared into the cabin instantly. Almost at the same time, a faint blue light, like lightning, flew into the wreckage of the plane.
There was no explosion. This blue light penetrated the cabin extremely smoothly, corroding the broken cabin into a circular gap with a diameter of one meter.
All materials in this gap, including the two bodies, seats, and cabin walls, were completely annihilated by the destructive high temperature carried by the blue light.
"Crack, boom~~"
The penetrating power of the blue light was astonishing. After passing through the plane, it continued forward, and countless big trees were affected, their trunks were cut off at the waist, and they slowly fell. Night birds flew away with alarming momentum.
"I, Cao Nima, is this the Iron-blooded ion cannon? Is the speed and power too great? Besides, doesn't the Iron-blooded rookie in this trial not have an ion cannon? What the heck!"
About 800 meters away from the plane wreckage, on the branch of a big tree, Du Weiguo was in shock, so suspenseful!
If he hadn't felt a warning sign, Du Weiguo would have flashed to escape immediately. He was annihilated by the ion cannon just a hair away. How could he withstand this thing?
At this time, Du Weiguo suddenly looked in a direction in the jungle, which was the direction where the ion cannon had just been fired, with a gloomy face and a fierce look in his eyes.
"The distance is at least 5 kilometers, and the rate of fire is at least 8 times the speed of sound. I'm going to fuck you, you iron-blooded man. You have no moral ethics and you actually use a super long-range weapon."
Before he finished speaking, Du Weiguo's figure disappeared again. The big tree where he had just stayed flashed with a blue light and instantly turned into nothingness.
When Du Weiguo appeared again, he was already one kilometer away. He suddenly threw out the Nine Nether Lock in his hand, and his figure was like a spiritual ape, floating vigorously in the jungle.
There was a constant blue light flashing behind him, and countless towering trees that had lived for who knows how many years were damaged one after another, and were turned into dust as if they were withered and decayed.
"Holy shit, this can't possibly be a shoulder-mounted ion cannon. This must be the ship-borne cannon of the spaceship! Did I dig up your family's ancestral graves? You actually bombarded me with the spaceship!"
Du Weiguo cursed in his heart while constantly changing directions and flying in the jungle to avoid the lock of the ion cannon.
Du Weiguo couldn't always use the flickering skill to dodge the wolf and the pig. It was too physically demanding and couldn't be sustained for a long time. In desperation, he had no choice but to use the Nine Nether Lock's flying swing to escape.
Fortunately, although the iron-blooded ship-borne ion cannon is powerful, it can only be fired in a straight line, and its rapid fire is limited, about once every 2 seconds. This gave Du Weiguo a chance to breathe.
Every time he escaped the bombardment of the ion cannon, he was hovering on the edge of life and death. However, before Du Weiguo could breathe a sigh of relief, an ion cannon shot hit his shoulder, narrowly missing him.
One inch.
Although he was not hit directly, Du Weiguo suffered unbearable pain in his left shoulder, his clothes instantly vaporized, and a large area of his skin was burnt black.
The beam of this ion cannon has obviously become smaller. The original diameter was about one meter, but now it is only 20 centimeters at most, and the rate of fire and flight speed have become significantly faster.
Iron-Blooded's combat intelligence was very high, and he thought of a new strategy in an instant. This ion cannon had just flown past, and the next one was already close in front of him.
The attack radius has become smaller, but the rate of fire has increased, from 1 shot in 2 seconds to 2 shots in 1 second. The flight speed has also doubled, from 8 times the speed of sound to at least 16 times now.
In mid-air, Du Weiguo's figure disappeared instantly, and he barely escaped the second ion cannon attack.
This time, Du Weiguo didn't dare to make too much effort, let alone spare any effort. He flashed continuously without any hesitation and plunged into a river 3 kilometers away.
"thump!"
Du Weiguo was a fierce man and dived down to a depth of more than ten meters. He passed by an unknown big fish that was about 5 meters long and slashed it without hesitation.
Blood splashed everywhere, and the big fish was in pain and swam away desperately. Countless piranhas followed the blood trail and swarmed towards the big fish.
Du Weiguo dived into the water and followed the current. After swimming less than ten meters, he felt a pain in his leg and had been bitten by a piranha.
Du Weiguo frowned, raised his hand and cut off the damn piranha with a knife, and then disappeared. There were too many piranhas in this watershed, and there was nowhere to hide, so he could only return to the shore.
The first time Du Weiguo returned to the shore, he lay down in a quagmire similar to a swamp. In the blink of an eye, he had already figured it out.
This iron-blooded spaceship must have locked itself through infrared body temperature recognition. The body temperatures of humans and animals are completely different, so it is very easy to distinguish them.
No wonder the Iron Bloods didn't attack themselves throughout the afternoon. The air temperature in the entire jungle in the afternoon was much higher than body temperature, so it was difficult for them to lock on themselves.
Sure enough, Du Weiguo lay in the quagmire for a long time, and the sky was already as dark as thick ink, and he did not encounter a new round of ion cannon attacks.
After casually crushing a blood-sucking leech, Du Weiguo slowly turned over and lay on his back in the dirty mire.
With some difficulty, he took off the gas mask on his face, turned his head to check the injury on his shoulder, took out the Hundred Animal Pills from the space, and then let out a long breath.
Damn it! This is the first time since Du Weiguo made his debut that he was beaten so badly. He had no power to fight back and could only run away like crazy.
There is no way, this is pure technological crushing, dimensionality reduction strike, Mach 16 annihilation ion cannon, 2 rounds per second, and it is very likely that this is not the limit, it is really unbeatable!
At this time, a huge anaconda with a length of more than 8 meters slowly swam past Du Weiguo.
Fortunately, its belly was bulging and growling, probably because it had just finished eating, and it had no intention of attacking Du Weiguo.
The anaconda was lazily coiled near Du Weiguo. It just spit out the message at him and carefully sensed it with the scales on its head.
It seems that it is a little curious about this kind of food that it has never eaten before. After it reaches adulthood, this thing becomes the overlord of the Amazon jungle and has no natural enemies at all.
Whether it's a jaguar or a caiman, it's only the food in its belly, which is the hungry piranhas in the water, that threatens it slightly, but most of the time, it's all in peace.
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Du Weiguo frowned and resisted the urge to cut it in two. The blood would easily attract other carnivorous beasts, so it was better to do less than to do more.
Moreover, with this big snake entrenched in the quagmire, no other wild beasts came close, and Du Weiguo was able to stay in peace for a whole night.
The next morning, when the sun was just rising, the jungle was like an electric kettle with the switch turned on, heating up almost instantly.
Du Weiguo turned over and sat up, put away the Hundred Animal Pills, glanced at the big snake still coiled lazily in the mud, curled his lips, and walked to the river alone.
After simply cleaning the dirt on his head, face and neck, the injury on his shoulder was now healed. Du Weiguo stretched his waist and twisted his neck, making a rattling sound.
He took out a piece of film wrapped in tinfoil from the space, looked at the sun, and gently rubbed it with his fingers.
This thing was found in the bottom of the emerald ring belonging to dead ghost Bourne. It should be Reina's target, the top-secret information on the distribution of minerals.
Putting away the film, Du Weiguo stood by the river and lit a cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly, his eyes like knives, staring in a direction in the jungle.
Damn, you guys were so arrogant last night. It was a pleasure to shoot me, wasn't it? It's not a gentleman to refuse to retaliate. Now, let me see how crazy you are?