In the dark night, there was not a single sound in the silent valley, neither human nor animal. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A shadow slid into a large hollow like a ghost, making only a slight sound, and a moment later two shadows flashed around the giant tree, and then the two shadows lingered for only a few seconds before quickly disappearing.

Half an hour had passed, and the shadow that had burrowed into the hollow of the tree finally let out a short breath, and the sweat on his forehead was quickly turned into a thin layer of ice by the cold wind.

With difficulty, Van urged the vulture lion's blade and blocked the hole in the tree hole with his back, preventing a trace of the vulture lion's light from escaping.

Exhaustion and excruciating pain tormented Fan's nerves, and even with his iron will, he felt a little overwhelmed.

A huge gunshot wound on his left arm was terrifying, and his combat suit was torn by the force of the shot.

The low temperature froze the speed of blood flow in the wound and prevented the wound from continuing to fester, perhaps this was the only help that the cold brought to Fan.

Fan gritted his teeth, and the Vulture Lion blade quickly inserted into the wound, the heat almost scorched the flesh at Fan's wound, but this was also the only way to stop the wound from becoming inflamed and festering, and a warhead was finally taken out by Fan.

Van who took out the warhead lost almost all his strength, and fatigue hit him like a tidal wave, but he must not fall like this, the cold temperature of the cold night is likely to freeze him into a corpse in a short time.

Van took out a military stimulant syringe from the package around his waist and injected it into the deltoid muscle of his left arm.

Fan's eyes were on the verge of extreme exhaustion in a short time, he took a deep breath, bandaged the wound briefly, and then quietly slid like a shadow again through the dark trees.

A moment later, the two shadows arrived at the hollow of the tree where he had been hiding.

"He fled again." Smelling the faint smell of burnt paste in the tree hole, one of the black shadows said stiffly.

"How far can he escape? He was so badly wounded, tired and tired to death. There was pent-up anger in the tone of another dark shadow.

Then the two shadows disappeared again.

This is the eighth day of his escape, and three days ago he managed to break through the encirclement of the rebels and fight his way out, but just as he was relieving, a bullet flew from a distant direction and hit him.

A keen instinct for danger caused Van to turn sideways at the critical moment, and the bullet eventually hit him in the left arm instead of his heart.

After being shot, Van stayed for only a few seconds before leaving the spot, and then he was firmly followed by the three reformers.

Fan is naturally not the kind of person who suffers losses and does not fight back, in the advantage of the woods, he successfully killed a reformer, and the remaining two reformers immediately launched a crazy attack on him, so Fan fled for three days, during which he only slept for a few hours, excessive exhaustion caused his various physical indicators to decline seriously, almost to the verge of collapse.

And one of the two transformers also has the ability to perceive, they are like maggots on the tarsal bones, and whenever Van relaxes a little, they can always find the location where he is temporarily hiding.

The belief in survival has supported Fan to survive until now, but if there is no turning point that can change the status quo, then his fate still cannot escape death.

And at this moment, the opportunity for Van was now in front of his eyes, a small base built in this hidden valley.

Half an hour later, a marching convoy entered through the gate of the base, and after a very detailed inspection, the convoy was allowed to pass.

Soon the convoy stopped in the wounded area in the northern part of the base, and many medical personnel hurriedly walked out of the car.

Unnoticed by everyone, a dark shadow slid out from under the last car and then disappeared into the night.

Van used his senses to identify an area, and then quickly slipped into a large tent under the cover of darkness.

Inside the tent is a dense black body bag, which is the morgue of the temporary base.

Without hesitation, Fan pulled open a body bag and quickly slid in, the body in the body bag had just died, and it had not yet been able to produce the smell of corruption, Fan injected the medicine from the vein in his hand, and then sealed the zipper of the body bag with only a small ventilation hole, his eyelids were as heavy as lead, and extreme exhaustion finally completely swallowed him.

No one would have thought that someone would evade the search in this way, after all, sleeping with a dead person is not something that ordinary people can do.

The next evening, after a full day of sleep, Van finally opened his eyes, and the sensing pulse came from his body almost instinctively, and then he slowly unzipped the body bag and gently crawled out of it.

Van moved silently until he approached the paramedic who was carrying the corpse, who was humming a little unsuspectingly, completely unaware of the danger.

"Click", the sound of the neck bone shattering was short and sharp, and then the paramedic fell limply, from Fan's own point of view, he didn't want to kill the innocent paramedic, but in order to ensure that he was not exposed, he could only do so.

A moment later, Van in a medical outfit carrying a black cloth bag and a mask walked out of the morgue.

He looked left and right, then looked for a direction and walked slowly.

For the current Van Fan, food and medicine are both urgent tasks that need to be solved, and his current body is extremely weak, and he is only limited in strength compared to ordinary humans.

Van slowly walked into a medical tent, wandered around seemingly casually, and then walked out, without alarming anyone, it was really easy for him to avoid the detection of these ordinary humans.

Then he sneaked into a warehouse, took a few cans of canned meat and quietly left, although he still had a few cans of more nutritious canned fruit on hand, but he didn't choose to take them, because once there was a problem with such a small amount of materials, it was easy for people to notice the problem.

Van then returned to the morgue and took out the medicine and food from the sack.

When the night officially came, Van wrapped the disassembled AWM in a black cloth bag, and then tied it tightly behind his back, although the wide medical suit could not completely hide its existence, but as long as Van was careful enough, then there was no big problem.

The fingers of his right hand shrunk into the medical suit, tightly clasping a scalpel, although his body was still tired, and the nerves that had been paralyzed in the wound finally began to release severe pain, but Fan was still ready for any battle without saying a word.

This predicament reminded him of the tribulations he had experienced in the trials of survival, and compared to those tribulations, this situation was still within the range he could bear.