Mr. K and the Jungle Cat Special Forces searched for Lin Rui for an entire night. But the rain in the tropical jungle was too abundant, and it was night, which made their search work difficult for a while.

It wasn't until dawn that a search team found a bloody strip of camouflage cloth in the nearby jungle.

"This is the standard jungle camouflage uniform, the standard of the 6th Army of the US Army. Mr. K picked up the strip of cloth and looked at it, "There is a lot of blood, which means that he is not lightly injured." With such an injury, he must immediately try to stop the bleeding, otherwise he will not be able to escape at all. ”

"But he did escape, and I think he must have been answered by an accomplice. The lieutenant of the Jungle Cat unit whispered.

"No way, from midnight to early morning yesterday, our people carried out a thorough pull inventory of the entire area. The area around this area is the focus, and several of our teams have screened back and forth at least three or four times. If he's hiding here, we can't be gone. A U.S. lieutenant replied.

"Can you guarantee it, second lieutenant?" Mr. K asked in a deep voice, looking at the second lieutenant.

"Yes, sir. I can assure you, because I've personally led the team to check it out here twice. Plus other search teams in the vicinity. Even if he's a rabbit, it's time for us to get him out. The lieutenant replied.

"So, this is the only clue he has left, and there is nothing left in the surrounding area?" asked Mr. K, somewhat reluctantly.

"Nothing, sir, he seems to have disappeared into thin air. No footprints, no blood. He left nothing. At one point, we suspected that he had chosen to escape from a nearby river and by water in order to avoid us. He even sent people downstream to intercept him, but he was not seen. The lieutenant frowned.

Mr. K's face was cloudy, and he muttered, "When he is injured, it is difficult for him to escape too far if he does not treat the wound in time. But there is no trace of him nearby, is it ......?"

The lieutenant of the Jungle Cat unit crouched down, checked the marks on the ground, and frowned, "There are no other traces left, just this bloody camouflage cloth, could this be just a trap to confuse us?"

"You're trying to say he's not actually hurt?" Mr. K said as he looked at the lieutenant.

"At least there is a possibility, maybe it is the blood of our casualties. He deliberately left this strip of cloth here, so that we could focus our search on this area. Then, we try to search for areas where we are relatively weak. The lieutenant of the Jungle Cat unit mused.

"No, he's definitely hurt, there's no doubt about that. Mr. K shook his head and said, "I wounded him with my own hands, he was shot in the torso, I can be sure." The sentry at the entrance to the underground fortifications had also confronted him, and now he was indeed wounded. ”

"That's weird. He was wounded, but there was no trace of anything else. The lieutenant said to himself, "Does he have air support and helicopters to pick him up?"

"This is also impossible, last night except for us, the previous squads were also ordered to retreat and intercept this assassin. If a helicopter wants to save people, it will definitely fly low, and then the sound of the engine of the helicopter flying low at night cannot hide from us at all. The lieutenant replied.

Mr. K's eyes suddenly moved, and he shouted, "We have been fooled, go back immediately!"

"Where are you going?" said the lieutenant, with some surprise.

"Back to base!" exclaimed Mr. K, "he didn't go anywhere at all, but returned to the base while we searched for him." Damn, we've all been tricked by him. ”

"Go back immediately!" the lieutenant also came to his senses and immediately ordered loudly.

The Jungle Cat squad sprinted and returned to their base.

"Hurry up, surround all exits, search in full. There is a good chance that the enemy is hiding inside the base. Lieutenant, I need your men to split up and surround this place with the rest of the squad. The two squads then searched in different areas. Mr. K shouted.

"Yes, sir. The lieutenant nodded. "The third team is with me, and the other teams are on guard. He and Mr. K each rushed into the base with a group of people and began a search.

At first, nothing was found, and just when everyone thought it was just Mr. K's misjudgment, one of the lieutenant's subordinates showed the traces left by Lin Rui.

They found blood stains in the base's abandoned warehouse, and a team of U.S. troops approached with weapons on alert, but the warehouse was empty.

"Damn, he's already gone. The lieutenant looked at the bloody bandages and first aid kit on the ground and said with some depression.

Mr. K crouched down in silence, picked up the bloody bullet from the ground, and whispered, "This is my bullet, it must be him." ”

"He's too cunning. After escaping, he turned back again. The lieutenant frowned.

"We were out there desperately trying to hunt him down, but here he calmly treated his wounds and took the bullet from his own wounds. Mr. K shook his head and checked the first aid kit with his hand. "He lost his bandages, his medicine to stop bleeding, and he injected himself with antibiotics. ”

Mr. K picked up another piece of wrapping paper from the ground and sniffed it, "It's chocolate, it seems that our opponent has calmly eaten a meal and slept here." I waited until the next morning to hit the road in good spirits. And we were still walking around the woods at that time. ”

"Oh, these damn Russians, they're so cunning. The lieutenant said with some annoyance.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, Lieutenant. Mr. K was silent for a while and shook his head, "I don't think this person is a Russian agent. ”

"But who else but Russian intelligence would want to kill these two agents we captured?" said the lieutenant with a frown.

"Maybe they are behind these assassins, but it will definitely not be Russian intelligence who will carry out this mission. Mr. K shook his head, "It's not in line with the way they act." They act less like Russian agents and more like a special squad. ”

"Could it be the special forces under the intelligence services? For example, the Vympel special forces are often engaged in activities outside Russia. The lieutenant asked.

"It's not like, if it's a Vympel unit, they should have more people, better backup. And their actions are difficult to hide from our CIA. If it were theirs, we would have gotten the news a long time ago. Mr. K shook his head.

"Who could that be?" said the lieutenant, with a slight frown.

"This is the jungle combat uniform of the US army, 6 military. Mr. K took the bloody camouflage cloth in his hand and pointed to the chocolate wrapper on the ground, "If I am not mistaken, this is also the US military's combat food, which is equipped for Air Force pilots." ”

"You mean the assassin is an American?" said the lieutenant in surprise