Du Weiguo had already gone far and disappeared into the vast night and dense forest.
Ge Mancang, a stubborn person, lost his restraints at this time and jumped up from the ground to chase after him. However, he was severely dragged and staggered by a comrade who was guiding Du Weiguo up the mountain.
"Lao Ge, are you really stupid? If you dare to chase me again, Du Weiguo will definitely kill you on the spot! You are disobeying orders, do you know?"
Ge Mancang looked at him angrily. After a while, he slammed his cotton hat on the snow, squatted on the ground, panted heavily, and said viciously:
"Good words cannot persuade a ghost who is about to die. I will never go to him tomorrow!"
At this time, Du Weiguo was walking south on the snow, following the traces left by Zhou Zhenbei. The dark night was not a burden to him, but an extremely strong protection.
He is the King of the Night! Under the cover of darkness, no one really could threaten him.
But to be honest, Du Weiguo was indeed a little arrogant and underestimated the enemy today.
His previous devastating record gave him strong confidence, and the newly added flickering skill gave him unparalleled strong confidence.
From then on, he underestimated the heroes of the world, let alone an old bandit.
Du Weiguo believes that the night is his home court. With his unique ultra-long-range night vision ability and his flashing skills that can advance, retreat, attack and defend, no one can be his opponent.
Du Weiguo walked very fast alone on the snow in the dark night. With the help of the snow racquet, he could barely reach the cruising speed of a trot.
It's just like a ghost. If a superstitious mountain man saw this, he wouldn't necessarily be able to make it up as a monster.
If Ge Mancang's guess is correct and the distance between the two sides is about 15 kilometers, then according to Du Weiwei's current traveling speed, he can catch up with Zhou Zhenbei in up to 4 hours.
Once targets are discovered by Du Weiguo in the dark, it will naturally be effortless to deal with them. One shot at a time, and any extra bullet will be a waste.
The bullshit shook Sanjiang, the bullshit was ruthless.
Du Weiguo moved forward rapidly while checking the traces. About every half hour or so, he would find a big tree to stop and rest for a few minutes, while making a mark on the tree's body.
Using this method, Du Weiguo walked forward for about two hours, stopping and going, and arrived at a relatively empty snowfield.
Suddenly, the snow racquet under his feet made a snapping sound. Du Weiguo originally thought that this was because he had been running for a long time and the snow racquet could not withstand the pressure and broke naturally.
But just when he lowered his head to check the snow pat, he suddenly felt an extremely strong palpitation in his heart!
Du Weiguo jumped into the snow next to him almost without thinking. Almost at the same time as he fell, the crisp sound of gunfire rang out in the dark night.
"tower!"
It was the gunshot of Type 56, it was Zhou Zhenbei!
Du Weiguo was currently leaning on the snow, feeling a sharp tingling sensation in his left hand and right leg at the same time. Oh my god, he was hit!
There were actually traps arranged on the ground, and there were many of them. They were very sharp wooden sticks. They were not thick, only about the thickness of two chopsticks, but they were enough to be fatal.
The moment Du Weiguo fell down, he was hit twice at the same time.
Now one wooden thorn has pierced his left hand directly, and another one has pierced his right leg.
Fortunately, Du Weiguo just adopted the tiger pounce posture with his left hand on the ground first, and his reaction was timely enough.
Otherwise, the wooden stick that pierced his left hand would have pierced his throat just now, killing him in an instant, and even gods would be unable to save him.
After a gunshot, the surroundings became silent again, with only the occasional whistle of the north wind passing through the woods, like a ghost wailing.
Du Weiguo's sight was blocked by the thick snow at this time. He had no vision at all and did not know the specific situation outside.
At this time, he supported his body with his right hand, then gritted his teeth to endure the severe pain, pulled out his left hand, and held on without making any sound.
Then he pulled out his right leg from the wooden thorn. Fortunately, with the double barrier of cotton trousers and long johns, the injury to his right leg was very slight and it basically did not affect his movement.
Du Weiguo slowly changed his lying position to lying flat on his back, adjusted his breathing, and listened. Sure enough, there was still no sound around him.
This old bandit is indeed experienced and extremely slick.
Du Weiguo slowly sat up, and then little by little he poked his head out of the snow pit he had dug out.
Um? Under the powerful sight scan, there was no trace of the enemy. In the previous shot, Du Weiguo lowered his head and flew forward, so he did not see the fireworks at the muzzle.
As for the skill of listening and speaking, he really didn't know how to do it. The only thing he could be sure of was that the gunshot sounded from the front.
Cao! Sure enough, I met a superb master!
Du Weiguo did not move immediately. He pulled out the Xiao Tang Dao from the space. There was the remaining flour bag in the space.
Just use a small Tang knife to cut a few strips lightly. The extremely sharp Xiao Tang knife naturally makes no sound when cutting the bag.
Du Weiguo wrapped his left hand tightly, temporarily stopping the bleeding, and the injury on his right leg was also properly treated.
Du Weiguo took a deep breath at this moment, slowly took a kneeling position, holding the semi-automatic rifle in his hand, and then slowly poked his head out of the snow pit again, aiming at a big tree on the side.
In a blinking and silent moment, he moved behind the big tree, and Du Weiguo leaned against the big tree where the two of them were hugging each other.
He stood up the rifle very calmly, then loaded the gun gently, adjusted his breathing, and used his eyes like a radar to scan for all clues within his field of vision.
Now was the time to compete for endurance. Du Weiguo didn't believe that the opponent could remain still. As long as he dared to move, the hunting moment would come.
The pain in my left hand was as if it was heartbreaking, and the blood kept dripping through the cloth strips on the snow, turning a large area red.
Big beads of sweat dripped down his face. Du Weiguo gritted his teeth and persisted, motionless.
About 10 minutes later, at 10 o'clock on the left, a figure emerged from behind a tree about 30 meters away.
Du Weiguo calmed down, his eyes were focused, and his vision was fully opened. This was a young man. His face was a little ferocious at this time, and he was holding a pistol in his hand. This guy should be Ji Quan, Zhou Zhenbei's son.
Du Weiguo remained motionless and continued to observe. His target was not Ji Quan, but his father, Zhou Zhenbei, a ferocious and cunning old fox.
This old Yinbi should be unsure of Du Weiguo's methods. He is using his son as bait to test him. He is indeed a cunning and cruel man! At the critical moment, he was even willing to give up his own biological son.
In fact, this is indeed the case. Zhou Zhenbei is a veteran who has experienced many battles. He is now very clear about the current situation.
There was only a dead end to continue going south, so he thought of setting up an ambush halfway to see if he could be caught off guard and make a sneak attack, and then break out alone in the opposite direction to the east.
As for his son, he has decided to give up. If he continues to take him with him, both of them will die. Instead of ending the family, it is better to live alone.
Ji Quan was naturally not stupid, but he had no choice but to come out as bait unwillingly.
This Ji Quan walked slowly and sneakily, but he was also very slippery. He kept walking around the tree. It took him about 5 minutes to reach a distance of 7 to 8 meters from the snow pit that Du Weiguo had just created.
At this moment, Du Weiguo's right side was about 2:30, behind a big tree about 20 meters away.
Slowly, a section of the gun body was exposed, and then half of the head, and a sinister eye was also exposed. In the dark night, there was a faint light.
Damn it! I finally caught you!
"Tower! Tower!"
Two crisp gunshots rang out in the dense forest in the dark night. The young man fell backwards on his back, and Du Weiguo ran out like a cheetah, even using a flash in the middle.
Du Weiguo came behind the big tree where he was hiding. This gangster Zhou Zhenbei, who had been doing all kinds of bad things all his life, was shot in the left eye, and half of his head was cut off by the bullet. He was lying on his back on the snow, obviously. The dead can no longer die.
As for Ji Quan, Du Weiguo didn't even have to look at her. If she was still alive with a 7.62-caliber headshot from 10 meters away, she would be a god. Du Weiguo would have no choice but to run away.
Du Weiguo had a cruel smile on his face and spat at his corpse:
"Bah, Zhou Zhenbei, right? You're pretty cool, aren't you? Let me see how you can escape from your shell this time?"
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
In the previous chapter, Zhou Zhenbei’s nickname was Zhen Sanjiang. That was blocked, so he changed it to Rival!
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