At this time, it is already the season of spring flowers, and if the corpse is not placed as soon as possible, the corpse will quickly decompose in this wilderness, and even if it does not decay, it will be found and eaten by scavengers with a keen sense of smell, so it is necessary to send the corpse back to the victim's home for burial as soon as possible.

Wan Lin took Xiaohua back to the bamboo forest where Zhang Wa and the others were, and then called Qi Hong over, and then reported his discovery in the mountains to several people in detail.

After he finished reporting the situation, he looked at Qi Hong and said: "After the other party killed the hunter and left the scene, he must have noticed the reflection on the monitoring post on the top of the mountain in the distance, so he quickly disappeared into the mountain in concealment. You remind your team members to be careful not to reveal their location while they are on the lookout. In addition, the two team members at the summit of the western monitoring point were notified to immediately change the monitoring location. Their surveillance sites have been exposed, and they could be targeted by their opponents at any time."

Qi Hong's face turned pale after hearing this, he didn't expect that his two team members were under surveillance, and they actually ignored such an important concealment rule, he hurriedly walked to the side and whispered to the microphone to inform all the team members to pay attention to concealment, and ordered the two team members who had been exposed to immediately change the warning location.

At this time, he was really surprised in his heart, he didn't expect that the person who came was so ruthless, and he had already opened the killing ring before he got close to Lingxiu Mountain, and he was still attacking the innocent mountain hunters.

The hunters are very vigilant when hunting in the mountains, they hunt in the mountains all the year round, not only are they physically strong, but they are also very agile, but the other party can easily kill the hunters in the mountains, which shows that the opponent is extremely treacherous and cunning, and has extremely high killing skills, and their team members may die if they are not careful.

When he thought of this, a cool breath appeared on his back spine, and then he really realized that his team members really lacked experience in the field. And these seemingly inconspicuous mistakes, in this seemingly calm mountain, are very likely to lose their lives in vain.

Wan Lin then repeated his speculation about the person who appeared just now, and then said to Qi Hong: "This person dressed as a hunter is extremely dangerous, I see that the guard posts you set up on the periphery are all in groups of two, you let them monitor separately, and the position should be convenient for each other to cover each other and avoid being attacked by the opponent."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Zhang Wa and the others and continued: "Inferred from the wound on the neck of the murdered hunter just now, the other party sneaked behind the hunter silently, and then suddenly burst out and covered the hunter's mouth, and the dagger also cut off the hunter's throat and neck artery at the same time, a fatal blow, the hunter has no time to resist at all, and the technique is extremely professional."

He turned his face to Zhang Wa and the others to express his judgment, which was actually for Qi Hong, he was afraid that he would hurt Qi Hong's self-esteem if he spoke too directly. In the end, he and Qi Hong belong to two brother units, one is the military and the other is the national security department, and they are not very familiar with each other, so they naturally have to be scrupulous when they speak.

Zhang Wa nodded, and then glanced at Qi Hong next to him, and already understood the intention of the leopard's words. Zhang Wa then said: "The other party uses a standard throat cutting action, and the other party may not only be a martial arts master of the Takahashi family, but should have experience in the army." The average martial artist does not have such a professional killing method, which shows that the other party has excellent light skills and concealment skills, and has also received strict military training. And according to your speculation, the other side does not have a gun in his hand, so he must be in a hurry to get a weapon."

When he said this, he turned his head to look at Qi and said: "Qi Zhi, you really have to tell the team members well, these enemies in front of you are mercenaries who are proficient in mountain and jungle warfare, their strength is not trivial, and they are extremely ruthless, so you must let the team members pay attention to their own safety."

Wan Lin nodded, and there had always been this worry in his heart. Qi Hong looked at Zhang Wa and nodded deeply, and then said to Wan Lin: "Your reminder is very timely, then I will go back first and quickly rearrange it, our people really lack experience in fighting on the top of the mountain, and they are still extremely professional when they train in peacetime, but I didn't expect to drop the chain at this critical moment."

Wan Lin turned his face to look at him and said with a serious face: "Okay, you go back to arrange it first, and I will contact you at any time if you have something."

Qi Hong raised his hand to salute Wan Lin, turned around and ran towards his base camp in the bamboo forest on the side. It can be seen from his hurried steps that the words of Wan Lin and Zhang Wa just now really sounded a wake-up call for him.

At this time, on a mountainside more than thirty kilometers southeast of Lingxiu Mountain, where Wan Lin was located, a figure was holding a wooden stick, and he happened to staggered out of a middle forest.

This person is Jiro Takahashi, who is just recovering from his injury. After separating from his third uncle yesterday evening, he immediately followed the instructions of Saito, the captain of the Yamaguchi mercenary Xiao, bypassed the wide lake at the foot of the mountain from the other direction, and rushed to the mountains of seventeen or eighteen kilometers northeast of Lingxiu Mountain overnight, waiting to meet the Yamaguchi mercenaries led by Saito.

Takahashi Jiro's injury had just improved, he was already tired and sweating profusely at this time, the wooden stick in his hand was trembling slightly, he stood on the edge of the bamboo forest and looked around vigilantly, then sat down on the edge of the bamboo forest, raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, panted and took off the backpack on his back, leaned on the bamboo stem behind him and took out the kettle to drink, and then took out a piece of bread left for him by his third uncle and ate it.

He devoured bread as he gazed out at the silence of the mountains. He knew that Saito had ordered him to rendezvous at a place far away from Lingxiu Mountain, because he was afraid that his group would be discovered by his opponent and lose the concealment and suddenness of his movements.

It was already afternoon, and he had dragged his weak body with great difficulty, and finally arrived at the meeting place agreed with Saito ahead of schedule. Now that Saito and his party have not arrived, he is here to take a good rest and recover his strength, quietly waiting for the arrival of his reinforcements.

He gasped and ate the bread in his hand, his eyes were firmly fixed on the outside of the forest, and he secretly said in his heart: "It is estimated that Saito and they should arrive here around the evening, and the action must be in the middle of the night under the cover of night, and now I am just right to replenish my energy and recover my strength."

He thought about it, swallowed the last piece of bread in his hand vigorously, leaned his head on the thick bamboo stem behind him, reached out and picked up the kettle beside him and put it to his mouth, tilted his head and drank a sip of the cold mountain spring water in the pot, turned his head and glanced in the direction of Lingxiu Mountain in the west, and a worried look suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He immediately put down the kettle, took out the phone from his pocket, and was about to dial the third uncle's phone number, but then put it down again. He suddenly remembered that the third uncle had said before he left that he had no longer contacted him, and that he wanted to act alone to avoid arousing the alarm of Saito and his opponent.