The smell of blood blew into the distance with the wind blowing in the highland meadows, and before long, large carnivores, rarely seen nearby, began to haunt the shores of the small lake. A vulture hovers through the air, watching for the moment when it can swoop down at any moment.

A lynx emerges from the belly of a yak, its brown fur stained with cow blood. Not far away, a leopard covered in black and white gold with stripes looked up, then buried its head and continued to bite the wild yak that was so large for it. Not a hundred meters away, a group of gray wolves were poking their heads out of the grass.

Boom! A sudden loud bang frightened the animals who had managed to find these delicious food to flee in all directions, and the grenade was falling next to the three-colored leopard, and the huge shock wave continued to blow up the flesh and blood of the cow carcass, and at the same time pushed the leopard that had suffered from the unwarranted disaster several meters away, and the leopard fell to the ground and wailed, panicked, and rushed in the direction of several off-road vehicles.

"Hahaha, is this beast stupid?" The big man who had just fired a grenade leaned out of the car window, bared his teeth and sneered, and pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the lightning-fast leopard. Why not, after aiming for a long time, he didn't shoot again, but sat back in the passenger seat: "This is it!"

The three off-road vehicles all stopped in front of Andreas's off-road vehicle in the same horn manner, and the first to jump out of the car was the big man just now, unfortunately, he stepped on a soft thing, stopped and looked, it was an arm, but at this time the arm had no owner, only a lonely part from the hand to the big arm.

"It's the driver in Andreas's car, the Malaysian who always likes to chew betel nut. Someone from the two off-road vehicles behind him also followed, and when he saw the tattoo on that arm, he said very firmly, "They should have been attacked by fierce beasts here!"

The men in camouflage uniforms and defensive postures didn't seem to have much of a sense of the corpses on the ground, as if they had long been accustomed to this hellish bloody scene, and only carefully surveyed the traces on the ground.

"Boss, judging from the situation at the scene, they should have been attacked by a bear, look, there are paw prints here! But it's strange, Andreas should be very well equipped, how can it be ......"

The big man known as the "boss" looked at a few broken internal organs on the ground and sneered: "He's too greedy! Don't worry about this, let's see if there are any traces of the target, Andreas sent us a telegram before he died, saying that there are traces of the target, all scattered, a team of three people look for it around here, if there are traces left by the target, report it as soon as possible!"

"Boss, Andreas's equipment and supplies are gone!" reported the subordinate who was the first to inspect the off-road vehicle.

"There should be no man's land around here, and the only ones who will take away fresh water and compressed biscuits should be the target. The corners of the big man's mouth rose, and the chaotic scene in front of him was reflected in his ink realm, making his expression look more and more hideous, "Look again, I suspect that they will appear here in the first place, just because there is fresh water and prey here, after all, it has been more than twenty hours without replenishment of water and food." And Andreas, the idiot, was sent to the door by himself to deliver supplies to the other party. ”

Everyone around him was shocked, fortunately Andreas was dead, otherwise with the crime of sending a large number of supplies to the target, the fate of the boss would definitely not be much better than now, and perhaps the process would be more painful.

Once these well-armed professional mercenaries dispersed, they were all out of luck, whether they were herbivores that came to the lake to drink, or large predators that swarmed to the smell of blood. After a while, the traces of the target were not found, but there were more "trophies" on each car - on the sacred Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, all the animals that can appear here are Chinese national-level protected animals, and even the skins of those animals are worth thousands of dollars.

The big man known to everyone as the boss had a long beard and a pair of sunglasses that obscured half of his face, but after his men scattered in all directions, he only moved a few steps to carefully examine the yak carcasses. For wounds on the battlefield, he is an expert in creating those terrible wounds, and he is also an expert in identification, and soon, he found some clues on the carcass of a yak, the wound cut by the knife and the bite of the animal are indeed two completely different wound faces, and the person who cuts the meat is skillful, and is obviously very familiar with weapons such as knives- Intelligence information indicates that the target has a very strange three-edged knife, the shape and location of which are unknown, but this knife has reaped many lives so far, including the corpse in the ruined temple yesterday. But even if the target didn't kill Ding Song, after asking what he wanted, Ding Song couldn't escape death, and Ah Lou, who met on the way, was directly shot in the head by his own men as soon as he pointed out the direction of the temple, if Ding Song hadn't died under that knife, the final fate should be similar to Ah Lou.

After confirming that the yak was a man-made knife wound, he immediately picked up the communicator and said, "Keep an eye on the ground to see if there are any traces left by the barbecue." He believed that since Li Yundao had cut the beef, it meant that he wanted to keep the supplies he had received from Andreas's cart in case of emergency, and that in the wild they should not have eaten beef raw in this case, and it was likely that it had been roasted and brought on his body. He began to regret a little at this time that he didn't bring two tamed hounds, otherwise he wouldn't be as tricky as he is now, and he was led by the other party by the nose and circled around the plateau.

"Boss, there is a coniferous forest to the southwest, and there are traces of barbecue on the grass outside the forest, but the other party is very cautious, digging a pit and filling it and covering it with turf and dead leaves. ”

The voice of his subordinates came from the communicator, and the corners of his lips under the wide sunglasses raised slightly: "Temperature?"

"The pit was filled with burnt twigs, which smelled of butter, and there was still a little residual temperature in the pit. ”

The big man glanced at the sun that was gradually moving westward in the afternoon: "People should just go out a short distance and continue to look for it, after all, they are not professionals, and they will always leave some clues." ”

A team of three, a total of four squads divided into four different directions, but until two hours later, they found not the slightest clue about their target, except for a large brown bear licking its wounds in a distant cave.

"Let's all come back!" Sitting on the front of the SUV and feeling the mountain breeze, the big man indifferently commanded into the communicator, "We all underestimate him." ”

After a while, the scattered men all returned, and gathered around the big man they called "boss", and the eyes that looked at the man were more of a kind of worship that bordered on madness than awe. The international mercenary rankings have changed rapidly over the years, but this mercenary group called "Blood Leopard" has been able to occupy the third position for a long time, and most of the credit comes from the man nicknamed "Blood Leopard" in front of him. He is probably the most mysterious person in the global mercenary circle, because no one knows exactly which country he has served in the special forces, whether it is the British Army's Special Air Service Regiment SAS, the American Delta, or the German KSK, there is no record of him. The burly Blood Leopard speaks English with a Middle Eastern accent, so there are suspicions that he comes from Iran's special forces, but Iranian officials have strenuously denied any connection to the notorious mercenary. He has a big beard and wears sunglasses for many years, and it is rumored that he even wears sunglasses when he sleeps, just because he is afraid that someone will remember his face. Mercenaries are a high-risk but high-reward industry, they don't know whether the war is just or not, as long as the employer can afford it, they can make a lot of money in a sea of fire.

At this time, the Blood Leopard looked around at these men he had carefully selected, sighed slightly, and said in English: "Ours is indeed underestimating our target, starting from the broken temple last night, we should treat him as a professional opponent like us." It's a pity, if we had realized this, we would have caught him a long time ago. ”

"Boss, what now? If we can't catch someone, we'll run away for nothing. Said a dark-skinned Haitian who had been recruited by the Blood Leopard during its war in Africa and was now a core member of the team.

"Running in vain?" the Blood Leopard chuckled, "Have we ever returned empty-handed?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Yes, not this time. The Blood Leopard looked in the southwest direction, and then at the northeast direction, and said with a smile, "Guess which direction our goal is fleeing now?"

The people looked at each other, but they had been surveying for a long time just now, and they couldn't come to a conclusion, they didn't dare to talk nonsense at this time - the blood leopard was cruel to the enemy, and it would not be soft on its own people, and countless lessons from the past have proved this very well, but the biggest advantage of the blood leopard is that there is not only money to be made, but also a lot of money to be made.

Interests, for many people, are extremely fatal attraction, in front of the gold and silver mountains, not everyone can sit as firmly as Mount Tai.

The blood leopard stood on the hood and spread his hands, as if enjoying the feeling of the mountain breeze blowing on him with the smell of blood.

"Children, let's go, where you come from, where you go!" he seemed to be giving orders very randomly, but his subordinates who had followed Blood Leopard for many years knew very well that the first decision he made must have a reason for him.

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