15. The jungle is my boundary

At 4 a.m., the clouds gathered and fogged again, and the fog flew in the air with thin raindrops, but the Chinese community was still brightly lit.

In the drizzle, a group of middle-aged men still stood in the square, gathered together, whispered about the tragic situation of the Bernikin family, everyone scoffed at the police's statement, and everyone understood that the young man named Mo Lei could not kill the Bernikin family.

At the gate of the residential quarters, the military vehicles and police cars that had been around gradually dispersed, leaving only an old Liberation truck and a jeep, on which sat a bearded officer, the cigarette in his hand burned until the end burned his fingers, and then woke him from his drowsiness.

Several soldiers stood crookedly around, and someone began to curse the sudden drizzle. The self-built security team of the Chinese residents was in good spirits, after all, such a big thing is only said to be in some places where big drug lords haunt, and they were scared enough today, shivering while enjoying the excitement brought by adrenaline.

More than ten kilometers away, Mo Lei kept walking in the dark. He kept moving towards the dark jungle in front of him, not far behind him, several policemen were stumbling after him with tactical flashlights, Mo Lei didn't care, he knew that as long as he could enter the jungle, it would be like a fish entering the sea, and these policemen would definitely not be able to catch up with him.

But the pursuers behind him should not think like this, they can see from the traces of the other party's march that this guy is planning to escape from the mountains. In fact, as long as the people in front are forced into the jungle, not to mention that there are armed drug traffickers everywhere, the miasma and beasts in the jungle will not be able to do so in three days, and this escaped Chinese will also be a pile of bones buried in the wilderness.

However, whether it is to pursue or lure the enemy, who can say?

Mo Lei was a little worried about the policeman named Weila, and wondered if this less flattering guy had been killed by someone else.

In the darkness, the leaves and branches soaked in the rain and mist continued to whip on Mo Lei's body as he was advancing, and the coldness and pain spread to the nervous system almost at the same time, and the breath of decay merged with the breath of life in the branches and leaves.

This made Mo Lei even more combative, he bent his waist, held the stubby wooden stick in his right hand and stretched it out in front of him, blocking the branches and leaves that bounced back, and his left hand hung down at his side, walking through the jungle like a leopard.

After deliberately making a noise, Mo Lei suddenly turned around and turned back, he had already seen from the tracking skills of the policemen who were tracking that everyone should have the experience of living in the jungle, so he deliberately completely eliminated his traces in front of him, and all that was left behind was deliberately left by himself, and he hoped that he could make the other party relax his vigilance.

After the three policemen who were chasing over heard the sudden sound here, they turned off the tactical flashlight almost at the same time, and at the same time wanted to get closer to that position, the three of them were about 10 meters away from each other, and they coordinated perfectly between them.

Mo Lei silently returned the same way, in the dark night, his whole body was covered with mud, only a pair of eyes were exposed, like a beast that had lived in this jungle for a long time, constantly jumping in the grass and thorns.

"Ah...... ! "Suddenly, one of the pursuing policemen screamed, followed by a series of curses, a high-pitched hoarse voice, as if someone had been pinched by the neck, and then the sound of a pistol, which echoed through the nearby valley and startled a flock of birds.

"Cell?"

"Carlos, it's Carlos." Cell walked on the far left of the advance, and on his flank, there were two traps waiting for him.

The two policemen quickly rushed in the direction of the partner who had fallen into the trap, and they wisely chose to shut up, and in the dark night, it seemed that it was safe to only get together.

"Ah......h

"Cell?"

"Yes Paul, you go see Carlos first." After Cell's screams, he quickly called for a third policeman to rescue Carlos, who was silent, and found that he was nothing more than a mountain vine entangled in his foot.

He took out the dagger from his back waist with his backhand, bent down and cut the tight mountain vine, Sail just wanted to straighten up, and heard the sound of breaking wind coming from the right side, he didn't have time to fall forward, so he could only shrink his body as low as possible to reduce the area of attack, but a half-foot-thick thick log swung low from the darkness, hit his head on Cell's waist, knocking him to the ground and rolling, the log continued to fly forward into the forest on the left, and hit somewhere with a "bang" sound.

"Shh......h Cell's breath of cold air was inhaled, his mouth wide open but he couldn't scream, the pain made him feel numb and breathless for a moment.

"Cell, Cell." On the other side, Paul's voice was urgent.

Cell's breath was hard to breathe, still dizzy, and the sharp pain in his waist was like a tarsal bone, rushing towards every pore to his heart, he wanted to answer, but he couldn't speak, as long as he opened his mouth and forced, he felt that he was about to die.

"Cell, Carlos has passed out."

"I'm coming." It took a long time for Celle to come back to his senses, he tried to straighten his waist, endured the waves of pain in his lower back, and slowly walked to Carlos's side.

Carlos had been freed from the trap by Paul and was lying flat on the lawn between the two trees. He had just stepped on the trap and was caught in the neck by a rope loop made of mountain vines, and then a piece of wood hit him in the chest, probably breaking a few ribs, and he fainted.

"What the hell is this guy doing?" Paul palpitated, looking at Carlos in the flashlight, and then at the grinning Cell.

"Probably a hunter, Carlos isn't dead, is he? Holy...... It hurts....... hiss! Cell, holding a flashlight in one hand and rubbing his waist with the other, his puffy face had turned blue-gray.

"And the pulse, I just resuscitated him, and he'll be fine in a while......!"

Not far from them, Mo Lei hid in a big tree, as if blending with the night and the jungle, quietly watching the three policemen who were squatting or lying down, and half a minute later, he slipped down the tree like a snake and sneaked in the opposite direction of the police car.

"Hi, brother."

Sitting in a daze in the policeman's house, Willa was startled by the sudden sound of the window slamming, and his first reaction was to touch the pistol on his waist, and when he touched the empty holster, he remembered that his gun had been confiscated by Cell.

As Willa himself said, if the Sailers want to kill themselves, they won't, but there will definitely be a punishment, after all, killing a policeman who has been working hard all the time, no one can give an account, unless there is some way to make himself die reasonably, such as anti-drug and the like.

Then he saw the face at the window, and although there was still mud on it, he also recognized that it was the Chinese who was running in the mountains and forests.

"Why didn't you run?" Vera hurriedly rolled down the window, his trademark smile on his face once more, pulling at the wound at the corner of his mouth, making his smile even more eerie.

"How do you run? Running into the mountains? Isn't this asking for your own death? Mo Lei shrugged, "Beaten?" Won't kill you, will it? ”

"It's a trivial matter, they don't dare to kill me, you go quickly, leave this place, the farther away the better." Willa turned his head to look in the direction of the mountain, where he couldn't see the flashlight of Cell.

"The farther away the better? So what about my money? Mo Lei grinned.

"It's a matter of importance, do you want money to save your life?"

"It doesn't matter, I want both. It's okay if you're okay, I'm just coming to see you and say thank you. Mo Lei gave him a thumbs up, "It's hard to be an upright person, it's the same everywhere." ”

"Let's go, get out of here." Willa looked at this neurotic who ran away and ran back, and sighed with some emotion.

"Can you answer me a question? How did my cousin, Meng Chenglong's daughter, die? ”

"She died in Spain, so, I really don't know the cause of death, but I've heard about it, it's said to be penicillin allergy, and by the way, your cousin's boyfriend also died shortly after she died, from drunk driving."

Mo Lei took a few steps back, waved his hand, and disappeared into the mist of the night like a ghost.

"You probably won't tell me anything else, thank you."

In the aftermath, there is no trace of people.

The fog became thicker and thicker, and as far as the eye could see, it was white and vast, and the heavens and the earth were shrouded in it, and there seemed to be no boundary.