Moe Province, Al Mountain City.

"Are you sure?"

On the north side of the county road, in an office of the Forest Police Bureau, a majestic voice sounded.

"It's confirmed! The photos from the superiors have been compared, and one of them is Damuge, who has shuttled to our Chinese border many times, poaching and smuggling rare wild animals!"

In the office, a young man in a police uniform was reporting to a middle-aged man sitting behind a desk with a majestic expression.

"Hmph! This gang has sneaked into our country many times to poach by taking advantage of the high mountains and dense forests of the Great Khing'an Mountains! This time, we must catch them! We must not let them cross the border!" The middle-aged man slapped the table and said angrily.

"Yes!" the guy across the table saluted excitedly.

“...... What are you? I didn't tell you!" The middle-aged man gave him an angry look.

"Uh..." The young policeman suddenly deflated and pouted, "Then who are you talking to?"

"And me!"

A voice sounded from behind, and a hand patted the policeman's shoulder.

The guy looked back, his expression froze, and he hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Team Liu!"

A man in civilian clothes with a small head nodded with a smile, then stepped forward to salute the middle-aged policeman behind the desk and said, "Director, I'm ready here, do you have anything else to explain?"

The middle-aged policeman stood up and said, "This time I can find the traces of Damuge, thanks to an outdoor anchor named Gu Lang, when you arrest him, you must ensure his safety!"

"Don't worry, the director will ensure that the task is completed!"

...

In the woods, after another gunshot, there was a long silence.

Wang Ping covered his forehead on the tree, grinning for a while. Through the claw slit, you can see a white forehead, and a patch of blood appears.

Just now, when Damuge was running away with his nose covered, he suddenly turned around and fired another shot at the canopy on Wang Ping's side. A certain badger couldn't dodge, and a piece of iron sand grazed its eyes and hit its forehead, drawing a long blood mark. At this point, the wound was in a hot pain.

Wang Ping sat on the fork of the tree and leaned against the trunk, his furry chest constantly rising and falling, and his brain was in a trance. Vaguely, it seemed that he was back in Ngorongoro, back to the battlefield where his teammates had shed blood and sacrificed.

A badger's breathing gradually became short, and a hot breath began to surge all over his body, and the urge to fight became stronger and stronger.

Under the tree, a beaten nosebled Damug was hiding behind a bush, holding a shotgun bullet the thickness of his thumb from the pocket of his camouflage uniform.

There was a brief silence among the trees. Only the basket that Nakutu put down fell quietly on the fallen leaves.

"You won't come out, will you?"

Wang Ping gasped and stood up, letting the blood on his forehead flow down his cheeks. The scene in front of him gradually became clouded with a dark red halo.

After taking a few steps forward, he picked another pine cone on the branch, and Wang Ping aimed at the bear bile and other objects placed on the woven bag under the tree, and smashed it hard.

"Smack!"

The pine cone swirled and smashed on the black bear skin, and the plastic bag placed on it was bounced up, splashing in all directions with a rare liquid. Inside the white plastic bag, a dark green color began to flow.

"You dare!"

A Chinese voice with anger rang out from behind the bushes, and Damug jumped out with a glare, raised the muzzle of his gun, and fired two shots at the trunk.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Wang Ping lay on the branch, the iron sand flew over his body, allowing the flying needles and bark to fall off, and his eyes were staring at Damuge. Just after two gunshots, the hind paws kicked on the branch, turned over and pounced on Damuge, who was bowing his head to get a bullet under the tree.

"Damn! what?"

Damuge only felt that a black shadow that was obviously different from the pine cone flew towards him, and he didn't have time to dodge, so he raised his arm to block in a hurry. There was a tearing sound of the fabric, and the arm suddenly cooled, followed by a sharp pain. Blood poured out instantly, staining the sleeves a dark red.

"Shhhh Ahh

Damug threw his arm and jumped away, blood splattered, and the bullet he was holding fell to the ground.

Wang Ping didn't stop after he landed, got up and rushed over again, instinctively waved his claws, and grabbed the opponent's lower body fiercely.

Damuge grabbed the shotgun with one hand and subconsciously blocked it. There was a crisp sound on the barrel of the gun, and a strong force came, and the shotgun was slapped back fiercely, hitting him on the calf.

Damug stumbled and knelt straight forward. The hunting gun was on the ground, and the butt of the gun was slammed into his arm, causing someone to let out a muffled grunt.

"Whew!"

The operation just now, almost all of it was subconscious, a certain badger hit the rise, and felt that the little heart was so excited that it was about to jump into the brain, so he opened his mouth and roared. Then he jumped in place, swinging his claws and slamming them into Damug's head.

“ciao！”

Damuge's bloody face was full of hideousness, and he didn't have time to think about what the hell was this crazy thing attacking him in front of him. The arm that was grabbed by Wang Ping trembled and stretched out to his waist, holding the handle of the Tibetan knife, and gritting his teeth and swinging forward with all his strength.

"Dang!"

There was another crisp sound, the knife flashed, and Wang Ping flew backwards, rolling and falling into the grass opposite.

"Whew... Whew..."

Someone gasped, and a large amount of sweat poured out of his forehead, face, and neck. There are those who are afraid, and there are those who are tired. The arm holding the hilt of the knife trembled, and blood dripped through the sleeve and onto the fallen leaves on the ground.

There was a thud in the nearby tree, and with the falling needles and bark, a figure slid down from the tree and walked towards Damug.

Nakutu's face was full of anger, and he was about to open his mouth to curse, when he suddenly saw the tragic situation in front of him, and he was immediately startled. This person was fine before, why did he climb a tree and become like this?

"What's the matter?" asked Nakutu.

"There's no one in the tree, is there?" Damug gasped, not answering Nakutu, struggling to get up with his knife in hand.

"Yes!" Nakutu frowned and shook his head, scolding, "Damn, that's wrong!"

"Hey, no one's right! because it's not a human at all!" said Damug, ignoring Nakutu's reaction, gritting his teeth and turning to pick up the shotgun that was crooked on the ground.

"It's not human?...... Where is that man..."

Before Nakutu could finish speaking, he saw Damug bite the knife in his mouth, reach for the bullet in his pocket and stuff it into the sleeve of the shotgun, and then walk to the bushes opposite with the gun in one hand and the knife in the other.

At the same time, the branches and leaves of the bushes swayed, and a black and white shadow sprang out, running in an "S" shape on the ground, and quickly pounced on Damug.

"Hold a grass!"

Before he had time to think, Nakutu pulled out his knife with his backhand and rushed after someone.

Damuge took aim with a shotgun with one hand, but a certain badger was moving too fast at this time, so he hesitated, and Wang Ping was already close to him. simply gave up shooting, waved his right arm, and slashed down fiercely with his waist knife.

At this time, Wang Ping seemed to be possessed by the god of war, and his body was so flexible that his brain couldn't keep up. Even at the moment when the blade was approaching, a certain badger actually made a 180° turn in mid-air, and little Jio kicked on the back of Damuge's knife, jumped with strength, and grabbed him in the face.

Seeing that if this time is grasped, someone will lose at least one eye. Damug only felt a swelling in front of him, and he didn't have time to react. Even because of inertia, the body leaned forward, as if he took the initiative to lean his face over.

At this moment, on the side of his face, a cool metallic light flashed, and another waist knife grazed his face and stabbed at a certain badger.

Wang Ping's eyes were squinted by the light of the knife, and his chest ached, and he only had time to slap a paw in front of him, and then flew out upside down.