Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Call of Death

Just as the guy was very comfortable shaking off the urine from his organs and turning around while lifting his pants, I instantly stood up and silently pounced on the guy like a wild leopard. The guy seemed to suddenly sense something, and wanted to turn his head, but at this moment my left hand had firmly covered his mouth, and my right hand instantly crushed his throat, and he immediately collapsed to the ground like a hollowed out broken sack, and the two hands holding his pants had just been raised halfway, and he was unwilling to let go.

I ignored the out-of-body guy who hadn't gone far, and walked slowly towards the bush, following his example. I'm just in case, if there are other people in there, I'll definitely come out and watch, and then I can kill him again in an instant. It was the same as I imagined, there was no one else.

I didn't go in, but immediately went back to the fellow, quickly stripped off his clothes, and put them on myself, and had no time to care about whether it fit or not. I put all my gear in place, and I packed my clothes and carried them on my back for later use. Finally I dragged the peeing guy under the bushes and covered it up a little with rotting leaves.

I went back to the makeshift home of the two guys, who had no weapons on him, except for a tiny intercom on his collar, and I didn't move to see if I could get some useful information out of it. This "makeshift room" was then carefully searched to prevent any danger from being missed. In the corner there was a satchel in which a few ham sausages, a few packets of jerky biscuits and a few chocolates were found, as well as four bottles of purified water. I didn't touch those things, they just left them there. After a while, when the guy who "worked the night shift" came back, if he could have a chance to get rid of him quietly, of course, it would be the best, if it was not convenient, he would imitate the guy who was already dead, get through the tricks, and ride away on a bicycle, anyway, he wouldn't find out that the "angler" had been transferred for a while.

I sat quietly in this makeshift "little room" and carefully guessed the process of the two guys' "shifts": what exactly did they hand over in that short period of less than a minute? But they don't have a lot to hand over, is it a signal transmitter? But it won't take a minute, huh? There is also the possibility that they are making a false impression of convenience. It doesn't matter so much now, anyway, that guy will come over in a while, and I must get rid of him as much as possible to prevent future troubles.

It's 8:50 p.m., and if it's an hour and a half, the guy will come over at 10 o'clock to "shift" with me, but I don't know if they have any other appointments. There was still a little more than an hour before the "shift", and I should have taken a break to rest, but I couldn't, because I wasn't 100% sure that no one would see the guy I had just killed, so for the sake of absolute safety, I quietly slipped out of the "temporary home" and hid under another bush, and when the "off-duty" guy came, I pretended to come out again to get through the trick.

I lay quietly under the bushes, watching the movements of the dedicated "angler" and perceiving my surroundings. As the minutes passed, I went through the process of "handover" with that guy several times in my head, imagining all kinds of emergencies and countermeasures.

When it was 9:50, I quietly returned to the temporary "residence" and waited for the guy to come over and "hand over the shift". In order to dispel his suspicions, I took out two more ham sausages and ate them as fast as I could. After a while, the guy came over, and he must have been very annoyed by the other guy's lack of discipline, and he would never have thought that it was the enemy who sang a big drama of "tanuki for prince" for them right under their noses.

Then there was a little light on the road, and I knew it was that guy coming. I slowly pulled the dagger from my left shoulder into my right hand, ready to deliver a sudden and fatal blow to the guy. I try not to look at the lights of the motorcycle, because my eyes have long been accustomed to the darkness to prevent a fatal shadow from appearing; And the guy who had just "gotten off work" has now adapted to the light, and it will take at least five minutes to restore this darkness. Now this "temporary shelter" is also very low, and if you want to come in, you have to keep your head down and bend over, and then my best chance will come, and I will seize that fraction of a second to cut his throat in an instant.

I squinted, sensing that the guy had parked the car on the side of the road, and the man slowly walked in this direction. I crouched quietly in the "house", staring intently for the guy to come over. But that guy, like the dead guy just now, actually urinated more than five meters away from me. It seems that he wants to come in and then doesn't want to go out again, reducing the risk of being exposed again. I remained motionless, waiting for him to come, and he would not doubt it, and I guess he thought I was asleep.

The guy paused at the "door", he must have smelled the smell of ham sausage, and he didn't know how to frown. The guy finally slowly bent down and slowly drilled inside, and I stared at him intently, waiting for him to come in. Just as the guy had just come in and was about to crouch up straight, the dagger in my right hand slashed at his neck like lightning......

"Boom...... ...... "There was a soft sound in the guy's neck, and blood gushed out, and he immediately covered the huge wound with both hands, trying to stop the blood from spurting out, but where could he do it? My knife was so powerful that it cut off at least half of his neck! The breath of life contained in his body also diffused in the air along with the blood, and the guy wanted to scream, but now that the air pressure in his body was basically the same as that in his mouth, where could he still have the function of vocalization?

To deal with the guy before, I just didn't use a dagger, mainly because I was afraid that the smell of blood would alarm the nearby enemy, but now I am not afraid, it is estimated that by the time they smell blood, I will already be dozens of kilometers away.

Seeing the guy curl up on the ground in pain, spasming and waiting for death to summon him, I picked up the thing he had just thrown on the ground and walked out. I followed the example of the first guy and walked slowly towards the motorcycle. I can tell by feeling that the thing I just picked up is indeed a signal transmitter, and if you throw it on the ground, it will emit all kinds of colored signals.

Naturally, I stepped on my motorcycle and drove along the route I had just taken. I refueled slowly, not daring too quickly, to prevent them from suspecting. But when I refueled, I realized that no matter how I put the gas pedal, the car would always be at 40 yards.

Oh no, they actually modified the motorcycle, and the maximum speed is 40 yards per hour, which is really super insidious! It seems that they have long prevented us from snatching the car and running away! It's going to be fatal, almost certainly: there must be dark sentries on both sides of the road now, and if they find out about my anomaly, they'll confirm it with a tiny intercom, and that's for sure.

Now the only thing I can do is to act as my own "bait" temporarily, imitating the first guy and riding around the road in unhurried circles. But the problem came again, because I didn't know where they were turning around, and if they were going to send a signal of safety or something? The only thing I know now is that this cycle is about twenty minutes or so.

I must have been closely monitored along the way, to be exact, I should have been closely "protected" to prevent another "me" from suddenly rushing out, taking the life of the current "me" and snatching the car away.

It's a bit ridiculous, but it's an indisputable fact! Fortunately, they are now observing me through the infrared, and they are also focusing all their attention on both sides of the road to prevent the surprise attack of another "me", I guess they would never have dreamed that the "bait" had been ruthlessly "transferred" by me, and they acted as a "bait".

I'm like a movie actor now, playing a double role, the only difference is that my character is extremely dangerous and deadly, and if a careless horse's foot is exposed, a merciless bullet will instantly burrow into my skull, sending my soul to the beautiful kingdom of heaven or the eighteen layers of hell for free.

I was now racing in my mind as to the exact time of their turn, and if there was no obvious sign around the bend, and I had no intention of returning, then a merciless bullet was almost certain; On the contrary, it is not a big problem to turn a little early, but it can't be too much, at most they will think that my "bait" is "stealing and cheating" and "cutting corners" on this, but it will definitely cause them to be alert.

In short, the first pressing problem before me now is how to know exactly where to return.

As I walked slowly, I was watching the movements on both sides of the road with my eyes, and I was mentally counting the time that had passed. I suddenly noticed a few faint wheel tracks on the road, because the forest road usually has fewer pedestrians, the two guys just went back and forth a dozen times, and they have left a faint wheel track on it. This helped me a lot, but I still kept an eye out for the car marks underneath as I remembered the passage of time.

About five minutes later, there was a clear spot in front of me of the motorcycle turning around, perhaps the two guys were deliberately showing off their skills and making the ground all black tire tracks. I paid close attention to the movements on both sides of the road, and instead of turning around cautiously like ordinary people, I imagined the movements of the two guys, turning three hundred and sixty degrees along the car marks on the ground, and returning the same way. After I turned the corner and walked more than 30 meters, my heart relaxed, and it seemed that they did not have any special agreed signal.

In the same way, I successfully completed the U-turn on the other side of the road, and it was only then that my mind was completely relaxed.

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