Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Lonely "Angler"

I double-checked my gear, added some fresh shoots to my body, and cautiously went in the direction I had just gone. I groped my way forward for more than an hour, and about two kilometers or so I was on the forest road, and the closer I got to the road, the more careful I was to prevent the enemy from planting a sentry near the road. But it was easier said than done, if they were lying quietly under the bushes somewhere, I would have had a hard time spotting, but they could have easily spotted me, and by the moment I did, I guess the red-hot sniper bullets had mercilessly burrowed into my skull. For safety reasons, I decided to move at night, when I could play to my strengths and touch them off one by one with infrared glasses in the dark of night.

I climbed to a big tree again and hid myself, and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and I was going to rest well, recharge my energy, and wait for a full breakthrough for them in the evening.

I was half-lying between the two branches, squinting my eyes to recuperate, and now I did not dare to sleep too deeply, for this was under the nose of the enemy, and the coveting of momentary comfort would lead to irreparable shortcomings, and perhaps even the right to regret would be ruthlessly deprived.

I spent more than three hours half-asleep, and now it was dark, and the visibility was three to five meters with the naked eye alone. It was already seven o'clock in the evening, and I slowly slid down the tree, simply packed my bags, put on my infrared glasses, and slumped back to the road.

I am now holding a simple green rattan "mask" in my left hand, covered with dense rattan leaves, and wearing anti-infrared clothes, it can be said that my current infrared effect is almost completely hidden, but I still dare not have the slightest carelessness, and still push forward slowly and cautiously.

In addition to guarding against the enemy's outposts, I now have to guard against the large predators that forage for food, and my current infrared glasses can spot them from thirty meters away, and if they dare to attack me, I will "greet" them with the two sharp daggers on my small arms as I did with the first leopard to attack me, so that they can also really experience the taste of rotting their intestines, and give them a chance to cleanse their souls with blood for free.

As I cautiously groped my way forward, I searched for infrared images around me to prevent me from missing dangerous targets. Except for a few small animals that missed the foraging period and flashed on the lenses a few times, there were no anomalies.

I felt that I was getting closer to the road, and I was even more cautious, and my speed was even slower. About twenty meters from the road, I stopped to take a look at my surroundings.

I lay on my stomach for five minutes, and there was nothing out of the ordinary, and I groped my way forward at a slower pace and with caution. However, I had just advanced less than two meters when suddenly a bright light flashed in the front left side of my eye, and I was slowly moving. I immediately held my breath and stopped, squatting a little. A motorcycle drove unhurriedly on the left side of the road ahead, and its red figure was very obvious on the infrared glasses.

Watching the figure disappear into the lenses, I didn't immediately move forward, but continued to lie on my stomach to see if there were any other people or vehicles behind me.

I lay on my stomach for more than ten minutes, and I didn't see the slightest movement, the person just now must be an ordinary passerby, maybe people are in a hurry to rush to Lut in the dark, right?

But I was just about to get up and continue to grope for the other side of the road, when suddenly a faint light came from the front right side, and it was still a motorcycle, with a red shadow on it. However, judging from his movements and body shape, he and the person who just passed by are obviously the same person. So the question is, what exactly does he want to do? In the middle of the night, without sleeping, at the risk of being eaten by wild beasts, did you run into this forest to eat?

The reappearance of that guy forced me back from the idea of getting up and moving on, so I had to continue to lie down in the rotting leaves, and once again endure the wanton bullying of the flower-footed mosquitoes.

Now it seems that the guy just now is not an ordinary passerby in a hurry, but a complete "fisherman", and they must have thought that I would probably want to take the car and run away, so they simply created this "natural opportunity" for me. Ten minutes, at the speed at which he is neither fast nor slow, that is, a distance of five or six kilometers, if nothing else, the guy will be back soon.

Sure enough, about ten minutes later, the lonely "angler" reappeared in my field of vision. He was still riding his motorcycle leisurely, and this time he even lit a cigarette. It can be imagined: although that guy is so calm and calm on the surface, he doesn't know how nervous he is in his heart! He is not a fool, of course he also knows the tragic fate of the "bait", and he must be 110,000 people who do not want my "fish" to take the bait, once the "fish" is baited, his life will be handed over here.

What I didn't expect was that the guy actually stopped more than 30 meters in front of me on the right, and he didn't turn off the fire and walked straight into the forest.

Now I can't figure it out, what does this guy want to do? It can't be convenient, right? But you don't have to go inside for convenience! In this uninhabited place, no matter how big or small, he can solve his physiological problems casually, but now he is walking into the gloomy forest, is he not afraid of being eaten by wild beasts?

The guy walked about seven or eight meters inside, and suddenly disappeared. Now I wondered even more: Could it be that guy is a "civilized person" who really came in to solve physiological problems?

But in less than a minute, the guy reappeared in my field of vision. But I carefully noticed that the way this guy walked changed a lot, as if he was a different person, and I watched his every move carefully, and watched him ride away on the motorcycle.

I'm still not sure if the person who came out was the guy who went in just now, and the infrared glasses were just a red image, and I couldn't see the specific details.

In order to clarify the doubts in my mind, I decided to go to the place where the guy stayed to find out if there were any traces of defecation. I put my camouflage in order again, looked at it myself with my infrared glasses, and felt that there was nothing flawed, so I took the submachine gun in my hand and touched it half a beat slower than a snail. I was about twenty-five meters away from the place, and it was pitch black all around, and there was no movement, except for the screeching of forest insects.

It took me about ten minutes to touch the vicinity of where the guy had stayed, about five meters away, and it was pitch black, nothing unusual, except that the bushes were a little thicker than elsewhere. I lay silently on the rotting leaves, listening intently, trying to detect some useful information, but there was silence, and there was no sign of life.

Suddenly, I smelled a faint smell of cool oil, which I could perceive sensitively, although it was very light. I immediately understood that the people inside must not be able to stand the itch of mosquito bites, and quietly applied cool oil to the exposed areas to drive them away. I said that the guy's walking posture was a little different just now, it turned out that they quietly changed the "bait" here. Now there are people in it who are basically certain, but it is unknown how many people there are and what weapons they are carrying. It is even less clear whether they have been covered with such sentry posts on both sides of the road.

Now that I can't figure out the situation around me, I can only lie quietly on the rotten leaves and wait, looking for an opportunity to make a move. However, I waited for more than half an hour, and there was no movement inside, could it be that the people inside were asleep? The guy on the road had been going back and forth four or five times, and still had no intention of stopping to rest. It seems that they will not give up if they don't "fish" me.

I decided to look at the situation again, but it didn't work, so I retreated back into the forest and got out of the way in the other direction. I waited patiently for more than half an hour, but there was no movement, and it seemed that the person inside was a very cautious fellow, and for fear that others would find out about me, he dressed himself up as a "hibernating" armadillo and hid himself deep in the hole.

At this time, the "fishing" guy parked the motorcycle in the same place just now, and slowly walked in this direction without turning off the engine. My eyes widened as I watched his every move. I saw that he quickly got into the bushes five meters away from me, and in less than a minute, another guy came out and walked towards the motorcycle, judging by his demeanor, he was the guy who "fished" on the road for the first time. I now understand completely: it turns out that they are each on duty for an hour and a half, taking turns to act as bait to "fish"! In this way, there should be only one person under the bushes.

There was a slight sound of scolding in the bushes, and after a while there was a smell of sausages. Needless to say, it must be the guy who just "got off the night shift" and was having dinner!

After about five minutes, the guy actually came out, and he looked around cautiously and walked straight in my direction. I was now covered in green vines, crouching next to a bush, disguising myself as a bush. I know that he didn't find me, and if I guessed correctly, he should have come out conveniently, maybe because he was afraid that the smell would smoke him, so he simply walked away.

As expected, the guy actually peed on my lurking bushes. What is really hateful is that he is not honest when he pees, he actually draws circles with urine streams like a child, and I am not spared, and I am the first to be "circled" by his ruthless urine.

I know that this may be the "last pee" in this guy's life, so I don't need to worry about anything with him, right? Instead of pulling out the dagger on my shoulder, I gathered strength in both hands, ready to strike a fatal blow at this indecent fellow.

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