Chapter Twenty-Two: The Hunt in Progress

[Host, is the hunting skill useful?]

Claes proudly puffed out his barely visible little chest, his tone pleading for praise not too obvious.

With a milk candy in her mouth, the sweet aroma made Gu Zuozuo feel particularly cheerful.

After storing the wild boar in his spatial storage, he heard the system's self-praise and rolled his eyes.

"Have you forgotten what I did in my past life?"

Kras's bouncing heart suddenly calmed down. Well, it forgot that its host was an expert archer in its past life.

In order to accumulate points and level up as soon as possible, each person and the system caused chaos in the deep mountains, with pheasants and rabbits running around in all directions.

What was that sound?

Gu Zuozuo put away her bow and arrows, quietly jumped down from the tall tree, picked up the dead wild deer on the ground, and hid to the side to listen carefully.

[Host, there are people two kilometers ahead.]

And it seems to be someone they know.

Gu Zuozuo frowned, the events that had happened in the mountains last time resurfacing in her mind, and she had a gut feeling that something bad might have happened to her again.

"Another shootout?"

The system retracted the scan and analyzed the transmitted images.

[Host, this is a firefight, but it might not be the kind of firefight you're thinking of.]

This time, the one being chased is a soldier in uniform pointing a gun at you, and the one chasing him is a group of blond-haired men.

What golden retriever? A dog?

Gu Zuozuo raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching. What kind of awful description is this?

Find the tallest tree, lightly touch the ground with your toes, and you'll be floating to the top.

Gu Zuozuo observed the direction those people were heading and discovered that they were actually going in the opposite direction from her. This should have been a relief for her, at least she wouldn't have to face a group of people with firearms, right?

But after thinking it over, Gu Zuozuo still couldn't bring herself to do it. He was a soldier! The protector of the people! No matter how cold and ruthless she was, she would still subconsciously respect the person wearing that uniform.

Gritting her teeth, unable to overcome her inner turmoil, she turned around and vanished from the spot.

Wang Ming clutched his bleeding abdomen, his face deathly pale. Behind him were relentless pursuers from a foreign country, and in his arms lay the weapon blueprints his comrades had risked their lives to retrieve. He absolutely could not let their wolfish ambitions succeed; even if it meant his death, he would take the blueprints back!

"Catch him! I'm going to kill him myself!"

"He's injured and can't run fast! If we catch him, we'll get a million dollars!"

The shouts behind him grew closer and closer. Wang Ming's eyes were bloodshot, and his face showed a resolute determination to die.

His vision was blurring from blood loss, and his steps were becoming increasingly unsteady, but his belief kept him running forward. Keep going! Keep going! His teammates were just ahead; if he just kept going, he could complete the mission.

Gu Zuozuo stood on high ground, three arrows nocked on the bowstring in her hand, squinting as she aimed at the blond-haired men chasing after the soldier.

Just when they thought they were about to succeed and their faces were full of excitement, a whooshing sound came from the air. Before they could react, the three of them fell to the ground, still clutching their guns.

"Oh my God! There's been a sneak attack!"

Gu Zuozuo curled her lips, her eyes crinkling with mischievous amusement.

You come to China and call yourself God? Then don't blame Buddha for not giving you face.

Arrows flew out one after another, and just as they were about to discover their hiding place, they would change positions and continue their sneak attacks, completely ignoring the screams of "God and Mother!" from below.

Wang Ming tripped and fell heavily to the ground. As his consciousness was about to fade into darkness, his remaining awareness compelled him to use all his strength to stab himself hard in the thigh with a dagger. The intense pain instantly brought him back to his senses.

With heavy breathing, Wang Ming didn't notice that there was no movement behind him. He propped himself up and crawled forward.

[Host, is he courting death?]

Up in the tree, Gu Zuozuo, having dealt with the pursuers behind her, stood there, looking down at the soldiers struggling to climb, and sighed.