[Asking for gifts and monthly tickets]

He spun around in the air, landed exactly on the positioning point, stopped his body steadily, and took off his parachute bag at will.

Zhuang Ming still felt a little unfinished, well, I’ll wait a little later next time!

In the silent forest, there was no sound at this time, except for a cold crescent moon hanging in the night sky.

Zhuang Ming had already memorized the map of this area in his mind. This area was almost entirely forest, and it would take a long time to walk to find the village.

Because of smuggling, it does not mean that there are no people living in the virgin forest. There will often be small villages scattered in some open spaces near water sources.

The smuggling thugs are not stupid. They do not and will not enter these small villages directly. Moreover, many of these small villages have backends and can be formed by large smuggling gangs in order to provide themselves with supplies.

As time went by, many people formed villages on this border, which not only facilitated supplies, but also trained some armed forces.

This place no longer belongs to the Dragon Kingdom, but to the border of the Persian Cat Kingdom. The Persian Cat Kingdom has extremely poor control over the border, or even ignores it at all, which gives some illegal elements some opportunities.

The dim moonlight could not stop Zhuang Ming's eyesight, which had gradually become beyond ordinary people's eyesight.

First, he briefly observed the surroundings, and then Zhuang Ming found a soft place to sit down.

In the virgin forest, due to long-term accumulation, the ground is filled with deep dry leaves, and because there has been no rain for a long time in the southwest, the climate is a bit dry, and the leaves on the ground are not wet, on the contrary, they are quite soft.

Zhuang Ming randomly took out some food from his pocket, ate something before setting off.

After dealing with it briefly, Zhuang Ming began to scan the forest quickly. With the faint moonlight, Zhuang Ming could see all the traces clearly, and his eyes were comparable to night vision goggles.

Indentations and footprints on leaves, broken branches, scratches on big trees.

The amount of trampling that all of this must have endured was reproduced one by one in Zhuang Ming's eyes, and Zhuang Ming could even guess the approximate number of people.

Suddenly Zhuang Ming's eyes suddenly shrank, because he saw the small black holes in the big tree not far away. At a glance, he knew that it had just happened yesterday. The big trees are spiritual. If it takes too long, these small holes will disappear.

It will heal one by one, but at this time the small holes are still intact.

The figure who had just been standing suddenly disappeared and appeared next to the small hole, wiping it gently with his finger.

"It seems that we were indeed sniped!" Zhuang Ming's eyes flashed quickly, and he recognized that this was not a bullet hole from a submachine gun or a rifle, but the effect of a sniper rifle.

Then he started running in the forest, and the direction he walked was clearly the direction he had just determined, and his speed was not very fast.

While running, Zhuang Ming still needed to constantly find clues from the messy scene. Of course, for Zhuang Ming, this small problem was not taken seriously at all.

This level of thinking is like instinct for Zhuang Ming.

Zhuang Ming was like a hunter who had lived in the mountains for a long time. He seemed to know this unfamiliar forest very well, and he was faster than anyone else.

The old trees in the virgin forest are packed with roots. Because of their age, the roots of many big trees protrude high from the ground. However, because the tops are covered with thick leaves, sometimes it is easy to fall into a small hole when stepping on them.

In a small pothole, coupled with the high speed of running, if you are not good at it, you will fall directly to the ground, or even twist your foot or something.

But for Zhuang Ming, these are nothing to worry about.

A figure was walking in the primeval forest as silent as a graveyard in the dark night, as silent as water, without even a ripple.

Silently, Zhuang Ming's figure is like a ghost in the night!

But where Zhuang Ming passed by, he couldn't hear a sound of insects. Maybe it was because it was late at night and all the insects were asleep?

Of course this is impossible!

The main reason is that Zhuang Ming did not deliberately restrain his aura at this time, and the feeling of entering the forest and returning home made Zhuang Ming very comfortable. Although it was the middle of the night or a dark night, for Zhuang Ming, it was

The best time.

It was also because Zhuang Ming didn't like the sound of insects very much, so he released a little breath. Insects are always more sensitive than humans and are very sensitive to Zhuang Ming's breath. The sound stopped instantly within a certain range and there was silence.

If we had to talk about sounds, only the sound of Zhuang Ming's simple and powerful footsteps and the faint and inaudible sound of breathing were constantly heard.

The footsteps were very light, and only Zhuang Ming could hear his breathing.

Zhuang Ming is like a ghost in the dark night, he may disappear if you are not careful.

Such a person is the most terrifying in the forest because you don't know where he will appear from.

Suddenly, Zhuang Ming's figure stopped.

If anyone were here, they would hear Zhuang Ming talking to himself: "It actually split into two roads. If I have the energy to do this, it seems that I am still in this forest."

Zhuang Ming looked at the two roads he observed in front of him. In fact, there were three, but that one was eliminated by Zhuang Ming. From his point of view, that road was obviously the enchantment array left behind. That road was thick

The footprints on the leaves were obviously a little deeper. This was only discovered by Zhuang Ming's terrifying eyesight. One was okay, but if they were all, something was very wrong.

Moreover, there were messy footsteps next to him, which made him look like a stalker.

As for the two observed items, one is very obvious and the other is almost invisible. They are specially processed and well concealed. If you are not a top tracking expert, you will often be deceived here.

The fact that this group of people can track them here shows that they are really good at tracking them. The fact that they have been able to hold on for so long without falling behind means they are pretty good.

However, long-term tracking will force them to make quick judgments and form a fixed mindset, which can easily lead to mistakes.

Zhuang Ming's eyes flashed with a cold glare, which made the Dark Dragon members want to escape separately. Someone must have been injured.

Being injured is also very dangerous under such circumstances. If you are injured in the primitive jungle, it is still a sniper injury. Even if there is first aid treatment, the bleeding can easily cause a shock.

"Let's go this way!" Zhuang Ming decisively chose one of the options.

Sure enough, Zhuang Ming had not been running for ten minutes again when he saw blood spots that could not be concealed on the ground. Although they had dried up and might have been ignored inadvertently, Zhuang Ming could clearly spot them at a glance, and this was

The traces of time have become a lot messy.

After another five minutes of running, there were more and more blood stains, there was no cover, and the steps were much messier.

Zhuang Ming still had a calm expression, but a flash of light flashed in his eyes from time to time.
Chapter completed!