Two dark whistles, alternately observing. The crow knew that this was actually an adjustment made by the other party after observing the situation of the destroyed camp. After all, there is only one crow, and it is impossible to kill two people at the same time without making any movement.

But one of the crow's greatest strengths is his concealment. The other party did not notice him. Coated in mud, he waited silently among the vines for his chance. Three hours later, the first changing of the guard took place.

Two dark sentinels were evacuated one after another. The people who replaced them had already set up new posts to remain latent. Raven is not a reckless man, although he would very much like to screw off the heads of these people.

But that doesn't mean he's going to do it now. Because, if you do this now, there will be a high chance that his head will be screwed off. Therefore, he still chose to lurk. Even, if he doesn't think there are too good opportunities. He will give up.

The transmitter is a strict person, and there are actually three secret sentinels. Two are substitutions every three hours, while the last one is a five-hour substitution looking at the angle of the two.

If his opponent was someone else, maybe he would grit his teeth and take a risk. But his opponent is Raven, a guy who is crazy but cautious enough. So, his arrangement didn't get the effect he wanted.

The crow eventually spotted the five-hour sentry without any mood swings. He just silently chose to quit, and then took a route around the camp that looked like they were going to go.

Silently lay out a few hidden traps, and then leave a distance. I found a good position and angle, climbed the canopy and quietly began to rest. Since there is no chance of attacking, it is necessary to conserve physical strength and energy.

When the sun slowly rose, the manager also woke up in the hotel. It was the most comfortable sleep he'd ever had. Because he knew from the bottom of his heart that he was completely safe for the time being.

Wearing a nightgown, I brushed my teeth and washed my face first, and took a good bath. Then the manager sighed and carefully packed up his makeup. Quite simply, he couldn't let his true face be exposed.

Otherwise, he wants to survive the pursuit of the other party with his skills. It's basically impossible.

Sort out your makeup and pick out the right outfit for your makeup from a pile of second-hand clothes. After carefully looking at whether his makeup matched the passport of the room, the manager finally nodded with satisfaction.

Slowly leaving the hotel, his satchel containing only cash and a few passports he had just bought. Then, the manager just left his room. Of course, he didn't forget to hang up the "Do Not Disturb" sign.

National Flag Mountain, as always, is full of tourists. The manager shuttled through it inconspicuously, and he had already inquired about it during last night's night market transaction. But to his astonishment, the scum knew almost the whole city.

None of them knew about the lame dog. Many of them, even others, do not know the name lame dog. There are many people selling tortillas on the National Flag Mountain, and such ordinary people will naturally not be noticed.

In desperation, the steward could only come to see for himself whether the lame dog was worth his risk. If it's not worth it, he'll choose to just leave.

After a round around the mountain, the steward soon spotted the lame dog. He now knew why the lame dog was inconspicuous. He's a little lame, but not really lame. Being able to spot a lame dog is also a bit of luck.

Cripples are ordinary, even so ordinary that they can't be more ordinary. He looked like one of the most common local peddlers. Smiling, greeting people, selling tortillas. Occasionally, I would use an accent of English to speak to someone.

There are not many Chinese Americans selling tortillas on Flag Mountain. This makes it easier for the manager to tell the difference. If there were a few more people here, the manager would find it extremely difficult for him to find the lame dog.

When he hesitated to make contact with the lame dog. The lame dog walked past him, seemingly unintentionally, pushing the cart.

"Follow me." As the figure of the steward obscured his fingers, he tapped lightly on the grip of the car. The steward's heart shook violently, and then he followed the lame dog silently, distantly, as if he were wandering.

The two of them came to a remote cleaning tool stacking room one after the other. The lame dog went around to the back of the house, and the steward followed in silence.

"Only you survived?!" Silently opened the door of the cleaning tool room, and the lame dog asked in a low voice after the two entered. The steward watched the lame dog turn on the light, and only then did he see what the lame dog looked like.

Cripple dogs are ordinary, the kind that you won't even look at when this face is thrown in the crowd. If you have to say that it has characteristics, it is too ordinary. So ordinary that you even stare at him for a long time. Turn around, and you'll quickly have a blurred impression of his facial features.

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