In the dark of night, this holiday town near the north did not fall into a deep sleep as it used to, with the honking of police cars and the roar of walkie-talkies.

Several police cars whizzed past the center of the town in pursuit of the fugitive criminals.

"Sheriff, Arthur is dead!"

The young officer listened to the voice on the walkie-talkie and looked tremblingly at the commander driving in front of him.

"Damn it!" Hearing this bad news, Sheriff Will smacked the steering wheel hard, anger filled his heart, and the corner of his eye almost burst and shouted, "Inform Sam, Jack, their vacation is over!" Let them follow with their weapons and equipment! ”

"Yes Sheriff." The young police officer immediately called for support over the walkie-talkie.

"Arthur! I'll avenge you! ”

Sheriff Will looked at the motorcycle, which was glowing red from the taillights in the distance, and stared at the man who was riding, "Rambo, right?" I'll let you know I'm awesome! ”

……

On the tree-lined path leading from the town to the mountain, a motorcycle sped by, speeding towards the mountain.

Suddenly, Rambo, who was riding a bicycle, saw that there was no road ahead, and hurriedly pressed the brakes urgently, affected by inertia, he didn't grasp the front of the car for a while, and flew out at once, falling directly into a dry grass in front of him.

With a snap, Rambo fell to the ground in pain.

"Beep ......"

The sirens of police cars behind him are getting closer and closer, and Rambo knows that he can't stay here longer! He endured the pain in his back, gritted his teeth, stood up, and limped towards the Wills Mountains, which stretched for hundreds of kilometers.

Within a few tens of seconds, several police cars stopped at the intersection, Sheriff Will opened the door and walked down first, holding a police gun in his right hand, cautiously touching forward, only to see a motorcycle that overturned on its side not far away was still emitting the mechanical sound of a "roaring" engine.

"Sheriff, the prisoner may have fled to the mountains." Several police officers immediately behind him checked the surrounding area, and one of them came over and reported, "Sheriff Will, I think we should notify the state police and ask them to send someone to search the mountain." ”

"State police? You call it the state police! Sheriff Will suddenly turned his head to stare at the man, his red eyes roaring with anger, "Don't you know that if the state police come, this case will be handed over to them?" ”

"I... I know sir. The officer felt the sheriff's aggressive momentum, subconsciously took a step back, swallowed and said, "But the prisoner fled into the Wales Mountains, which are too big for us to accomplish." ”

"Enough! I've told the officers on leave to cancel their vacations, and they'll be coming back with their dogs and gear, and helicopters tomorrow morning, and I'm sure we'll be able to arrest that damn prisoner!" ”

Sheriff Will squinted slightly, looking at the dark and silent mountain in front of him, as the sheriff and resident of Holiday Town, he naturally knew how big the Wells Mountain was. It is no exaggeration to say that this mountain range is at least hundreds of kilometers long, and it is impossible for them to arrest the damned prisoner in the middle of this mountain alone.

But no matter how difficult it is, Sergeant Will secretly swears in his heart that he must arrest Rambo in order to avenge his friend Arthur, the bearded police officer!

After a moment of silence, Sheriff Will called out with a gloomy face: "Tom, you are here waiting for follow-up support, and the rest will go into the mountain with me!" ”

"Yes, sir."

Several police officers listened to the commander's order to enter the mountain, and couldn't help but look at the gloomy and dark mountain, which seemed to be the roar of a wild beast, which made several people's hearts tremble.

……

The moon rose, the stars were rotting, and between the mountains and forests, a faint black figure was running through the fast jungle, and his speed was so fast that in the blink of an eye, he passed through a jungle and came to an abandoned lumberyard.

The figure rummaged around the abandoned lumberyard, and found several old tattered sacks in a dilapidated wooden house, and he tore them hard, tearing them open, and was about to put them on his wet upper body when he suddenly heard a slight movement outside the door.

"Who!"

Rambo grabbed the baton in his hand vigilantly and stared at the door of the wooden house.

Someone outside the door smiled faintly: "It's not comfortable to wear a sack, don't catch a cold on such a cold night." ”

"Who are you!"

"Who am I? I also want to ask who you are! How did you get to my house? ”

"Your house?" Rambo frowned, and with the help of the moonlight shining through the door, he simply glanced at the wooden house, although it was covered with dust, it could still find a trace of human life, and it really didn't look like no one had come in for many years.

"Of course, I've been living here for a while."

The man outside the door said, "I think I can go in and say?" It's a bit cold outside. ”

He didn't know who the person outside the door was, but he didn't seem to be a police officer in the town, so he thought for a moment and shouted, "Come in." ”

"You light the kerosene lamp on the table first."

Kerosene?

Rambo turned his head to look at the table, and saw that there was indeed a kerosene lamp on it, hesitated for a few seconds, but still stepped forward to pick up the match on the table, "stab", a faint flame rose on the match, he quickly turned on the kerosene lamp and lit the wick.

In a few seconds, the originally dim wooden house, under the light of the kerosene lamp, illuminated the entire cabin, revealing Rambo's resolute face.

"Stampede"

The moment the lights came on, Gu Ren vigilantly walked into the wooden house, and at first glance he saw Rambo standing by the kerosene lamp and holding a baton.

"Who are you?!"

Looking at the man with an Asian face in front of him, Rambo frowned.

"Meet me, my name is Stallone." Gu Ren stretched out his right hand, and a smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to have malicious intent, Rambo also shook hands with Gu Ren and introduced himself: "My name is John Rambo." ”

Shaking his hand simply, Gu Ren raised his eyebrows, and asked knowingly, "Have you ever been a soldier?" ”

Rambo's eyes widened, and the whole person subconsciously became vigilant, holding the baton tightly in his right hand, ready to fight at any time.

"Your palms are very rough, especially the tiger's mouth of your thumb and forefinger, where the calluses are very thick, and I think only a soldier who has been touching a gun for many years can have such thick calluses." Gu Ren pointed to Rambo's hand.

Rambo glanced at his calloused palms, looked up at Gu Ren, and did not respond to the other party's question asking him if he had ever been a soldier, but said, "I guess you haven't told me who you are?" ”

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