"Understood, Chief!"

...

On the national highway, Tiger pushed his motorcycle off the roadbed and plunged into the deep mountains beside it.

"Brother Tiger, motorcycles are so fast, why did you lose it?" The young man asked, panting heavily as he carried a heavy weapon.

"I've realized you're fucking brainless!" Tiger Brother cursed wearily as he turned around. "Riding a motorcycle on the highway, aren't you just waiting for the police to surround us from both sides and block us like turtles?"

The young man then realized what was happening.

More than an hour later, Zhao Daming found the abandoned motorcycle while following the national highway.

Looking at the endless mountain range in front of him, which resembled a green ocean, Zhao Daming also felt a headache coming on.

For six people like them to find two desperate criminals in such a large mountain area is like finding a needle in a haystack.

But this is the only way.

He had to eliminate them before the armed police sealed off the mountain!

Zhao Daming took a deep breath, his eyes becoming extremely serious: "Everyone, get yourselves on your toes! The other side has submachine guns and grenades; they're real desperados! If you encounter them, don't give any warnings, just shoot them dead! Remember, your lives are a million times more precious than those two bastards!"

After saying that, he was the first to disappear into the dense forest.

In the mountains and forests, the dense canopy of trees makes the light dim, and underfoot is a thick layer of rotten fallen leaves, which are soft and slippery when you step on them.

"Damn it! What a lousy place!" Tiger cursed as he shuffled forward, stumbling along.

"ah!!!"

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream came from behind.

Tiger turned around abruptly and saw that the young man had lost his footing with his left foot and fallen to the ground. His right ankle was caught in a rusty animal trap, and blood instantly stained his trouser leg.

"Damn it!" Tiger cursed on the spot, "These mountain farmers, they don't even know to mark the spot when they set up a trap!"

"Brother Tiger...it hurts! It hurts so much!" The young man's face was contorted in pain, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Tiger stared at the serrated teeth that were embedded deep in his flesh, his eyes shifting and changing. Finally, a fierce look completely filled his eyes.

He lunged forward and covered the young man's mouth tightly.

The young man's pupils dilated suddenly. He instantly understood what Tiger was going to do and began to struggle frantically, his other hand instinctively reaching for the submachine gun lying to the side.

"puff!"

A sharp dagger swiftly and accurately plunged into the young man's neck.

Fresh blood splattered out like a fountain.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid...it won't hurt for long." Tiger's face was bulging with veins from the effort. He tightly covered the young man's mouth and kept repeating in his ear in a strangely gentle tone.

Gradually, the young man's struggles ceased.

Tiger released his grip, expressionlessly pulled out his dagger, wiped the blood off the young man's body, and then skillfully searched his cash.

He stood up, slung the young man's weapon over his shoulder, and glanced at the still slightly twitching corpse.

"This godforsaken place is really bad luck!"

Tiger spat, replaced his cane with a submachine gun, and began to cautiously probe forward through the decaying leaves.

A dozen minutes later.

When Zhao Daming and the others arrived at the scene, even these veteran police officers couldn't help but gasp when they saw the young man's body, the deadly animal trap on his foot, and the gruesome wound on his neck.

"That's a fucking mad dog, he'd even lay a hand on his own kind!"

Zhao Daming's expression grew increasingly solemn.

He crouched down, carefully examining the marks on the ground, then his eyes sharpened as he pointed forward.

The fallen leaves on the ground bear a series of unnatural marks, as if they had been poked by a hard object.

"That bastard's using his gun to scout ahead!" a policeman whispered. "He has no experience in the mountains!"

Zhao Daming slowly stood up, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Was it due to inexperience, or was it a deliberately set trap?

Whatever it is, this is his only chance.

He made a gesture, his voice extremely low and filled with murderous intent.

"Follow them, prepare to close the net!"