News broke in Hong Kong that another member of the Kuroda family had been murdered. An Moxue had already finished reviewing the computer company's reports in England, and also went to Red Fox to check on its recent business expansion. She conducted a physical fitness test for the new recruits, gave them some guidance on their training program, and then boarded a plane to Osiri.
It only took a few days for spring to turn into winter.
She quietly returned to Osiri without telling anyone.
She first returned to her villa on Puda Street. Upon entering, the first thing she did was check the time, take out her radio, and send a message to Xu Qingfeng.
Xu Qingfeng, far away in Lan Kingdom, was overjoyed to receive the message from Hummingbird. He said to Shen Rujun beside him, "Alright, the problem is solved now. Since Hummingbird has returned, the task of rescuing Fifty-Eight will be handed over to her. In Eseli, there is no one more suitable than her. It seems that Fifty-Eight is going to have a miraculous escape this time!"
Shen Rujun also breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes! Sending people from here now will delay the opportunity, and the few people we have there are too weak. Hummingbird is different. With her abnormal strength, she will definitely be able to rescue Fifty-Eight."
Xu Qingfeng's serious face broke into a smile. "I'll reply to her message now."
Shortly after An Moxue sent the message, she received a message from Xu Qingfeng: "[Rescue comrade, female, code name 58, currently being pursued by the 17th Division of the Russian Army, escaped into the Albaka Mountains, injured, longitude...latitude...]"
After receiving the message, An Moxue translated it using her codebook, replied with "Received," immediately packed her things, took out a meal from her spatial storage, ate it quickly, put on a makeover, changed into her field uniform, grabbed her car keys, and drove off in her off-road jeep like a rocket.
The express train from Phuket to the Alphard Mountains takes more than five hours, but An Moxue kept the accelerator floored the whole way, making the jeep feel like it was flying. When they arrived at the foot of the Alphard Mountains, it took four hours.
It was already night, which was good for hiding. She found a secluded blind spot, put the SUV back in its storage compartment, put on the backpack she had prepared beforehand, took out a compass, glanced at it, and then chose a direction to move forward.
The forest was eerily silent in the darkness. Footprints crunched on the snow, and the occasional sound from an animal was quite unsettling.
While searching for the Fifty-Eighths, An Moxue evaded the 17th Division's search troops, taking out her compass every now and then to check her movements.
The telegram said he was injured, which means the injury was serious. I wonder how he is now?
The worst fear is that excessive blood loss will cause someone to fall into a coma, and the cold weather could freeze them to death without the enemy even having to do anything.
Therefore, An Moxue is now eager to find the person.
"Quick! Up ahead! We've spotted blood!"
Suddenly, she heard the voices of soldiers from the 17th Division not far away, and her heart jumped.
It could be news from her comrades, which is good news, but the fact that the news came from the 17th Army means that if she was even a little slow, her comrades might be captured.
"Chase!"
"Keep up!" came the voices one after another. It was a small team, getting closer and closer, and then slowly moving away.
An Mo followed cautiously behind them, unsure how many soldiers were in the mountains. She didn't want to start a bloodbath; saving lives was her top priority.
She followed behind a few people for a while, figured out the direction, bypassed the crowd, and walked forward.
When she was far away from the soldiers, she sent out a rescue signal that only the National Security Bureau had—the cry of a night hawk, with its unique frequency and rhythm. Her comrades would know that someone was coming to rescue her when they heard it, and they would also send out a similar night hawk signal. Once they rescued her, they would know that someone was nearby.
An Moxue kept searching and searching, going deeper and deeper into the mountains. The sky was already beginning to lighten, but there was still no sign of her companions.
An Moxue was a little anxious. After daybreak, although it would be easier to search, it would be harder to hide. In such cold weather, without any food to replenish energy, and having to evade pursuit, it was easy to imagine how difficult it would be.
She glanced around, having just evaded a squad, picked up her water bottle, and gulped down the hot milk with sugar inside.
After drinking half a pot, her whole body felt warm and her stomach felt comfortable. She then took a large piece of chocolate and put it in her mouth before continuing her search.
After walking quite a distance, they finally spotted a distress signal on a tree, and An Moxue finally saw a glimmer of hope.
She followed the signal and it was already daylight. She walked along, chewing on beef jerky, and finally, as it was fully light, she saw another distress signal.
The sound of barking came from not far away. An Moxue cursed under her breath, "Damn it! There are military dogs!"
At the same time, they quickly moved away from their original location to evade the pursuit of the military dogs.
"Quickly, ahead!"
"Everyone, hurry up! Once we catch the guy, we can call it a day."
Not far away, another team of soldiers was conducting a search.
An Moxue had a bad feeling. She had already encountered three small teams in the vicinity, all heading in the same direction, and they had clearly discovered something.
She had a bad feeling that her companions might have been discovered. Without thinking, she took out her submachine gun, loaded it, and charged towards the soldiers with all her might, leaving only a blur in her wake.
"Chase them! They're right ahead."
An Moxue bypassed one group of soldiers, but heard another group of soldiers say this.
She gripped her gun tightly, a hunting dog running in front of her, followed by a squad of soldiers.
Suddenly, a gunshot shattered the silence.
An Moxue no longer hesitated and fired shot after shot, catching the soldiers in front off guard. She was the first to blow the hound's head off.
The sudden attack threw the soldiers into a panic, and for the others, taking cover was their only thought at that moment.
Some people were a step too slow and lost their lives.
In the chaos, someone shouted, "Take cover! Enemy attack! Take cover!"
An Moxue wouldn't give them a chance. She shot them one by one, each shot deadly. Gunfire could be heard not far away, indicating a confrontation between pistols and submachine guns. Soon after, it turned into a confrontation between submachine guns.
After An Moxue killed the last member of the squad, she confiscated all their weapons and quickly headed towards the source of the gunfire.
The gunfire stopped before they even reached their destination.
An Moxue was cautious and on guard, searching for people while investigating.
She blew the nighthawk's whistle again, and after a while, the sound of a nighthawk came from not far away.
A smile crept onto her face; she was in a great mood. She had found her companion!
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