The gunsmith has not slept for more than thirty hours, is covered in filthy sludge, has not eaten or rested for long periods of time, and has repeatedly used his superpowers and engaged in physically demanding activities during this time. Even so, he decided to grit his teeth and insist that he should take the Eternal Core as far away from the ruins as possible.

He still walked towards the west, holding on to the idea of how far he could go, and held on until the evening of the day. At last he couldn't support it anymore, and in hunger and despair, he fell by a tree, and now a snake climbed on his face, and he didn't bother to raise his hand to touch it.

Late that night, the gunsmith's leg was bitten by something, and the stinging pain made him wake up instantly, and he touched it with his hand, but he didn't touch anything, and then touched the wound, which didn't seem to be serious, and didn't bleed much.

But the gunsmith still became restless, optimistically estimating that this mouth was bitten by a big mosquito, but a little less optimistic estimate, what spiders, poisonous snakes, and scorpions would not kill people.

He slept for less than five hours, and his spirit recovered a lot, so he simply sat up straight and waited to see if there would be any changes in his body. About 10 minutes passed, there was no obvious discomfort, the pulse and breathing were normal, and the wound did not tend to worsen in swelling and pain. The gunsmith breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that maybe he had just encountered a non-venomous grass snake, and these creatures slept in the crevices or dead branches and leaves under the trees during the day, and perhaps they were in the way of someone's door.

Just as the gunsmith was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard footsteps. It wasn't the footsteps of animals, it was people, or people in boots!

In the dark night, when vision is limited, the other senses of the person are naturally sensitive, and the gunsmith is already alert and hears in all directions, and now he hears even more clearly.

The gunsmith counted silently in his heart, one, two...... There are four of them, cannibals? right...... The sound of humans stepping barefoot on plants or dirt is different from when they are wearing shoes, all of them are wearing shoes, and they are definitely not the ones who make straw. Could it be someone who came to his rescue?

Sure enough, he soon heard a whispered conversation between these people, not in the indigenous language, but in a language that he could understand, and the gunsmith was overjoyed, these buddies were here, and they were really dedicated, and they were still walking in the jungle in the middle of the night to search. He was just about to get up and make some noise, when he suddenly felt a strange feeling: why didn't they call my name? This is a rainforest and not a residential area, and it is impossible for animals to complain that humans are too noisy, and the sound can travel farther at night.

Then it occurred to him that maybe these rescuers had been shouting for a day and were tired. However, there is still a question: Why did these people not even bring lighting equipment when they advanced? They could see at night? Could it be that they did not bring flashlights but night vision goggles during rescue? They did not make a sound and did not reveal their whereabouts, and if the rescued people fell asleep, they were very likely to miss them?

A terrible and highly probable conclusion was immediately made, and there was a fifty percent chance that these people had nothing to do with them, and that the other fifty percent were coming for themselves, but not for the rescue......

Not only did the gunsmith not show up, but he also hid a little more hidden, and the other party probably had night vision equipment, so he had to be extremely careful.

"I think I heard something just now. A voice said.

When he spoke, he was standing about five meters away from the gunsmith, and the other three were not far away, and this sentence scared the gunsmith into a cold sweat, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

"Don't be verbose, you have a lot to do, you also said that you found the target's footprints during the day, but we followed the footprints for a long time, and when we reached the river, we broke the tracks. ”

"So I said, maybe he had fallen into the river and drowned. ”

"The order from above is to see people alive and corpses to die, and to let us see them as soon as possible, there is no 'maybe' understand?"

"It's not that I don't understand why a weapons adviser would go to such lengths. ”

"Hmph...... Haven't you heard? He's an important person, and on the plane he was on before, all the crew members were quietly replaced by our people, and the original intention was to take him to a secret place to detain him, but I didn't expect him to suddenly disappear in such a place. ”

When the gunsmith heard this, many possibilities flashed through his mind, and he wondered who this group of people were, whether they were HL?EAS or belonged to some powerful person in Tiandu? Even in the empire, the power struggle between the many parties is very complicated, and it cannot be ruled out that some people will value their talents very much. It is also possible ...... These guys are people of the Iron Commandment, and it is estimated that it will not be too difficult for their undercover agents to mix up with a plane, if it is really this group of people, the reason for arresting themselves is likely to be to take revenge for the last "Blue Gift" plan.

"I think it's that kid who is a thief, who killed all the people on the plane after discovering the abnormality, and ran away by himself, and the last few seconds of the plane's distress communication was just a trick. ”

"Let's wait until we find a target for those questions. Also, don't you think it's strange that all the instruments that had mysteriously failed after entering this rainforest, but suddenly resumed working on their own in the morning, and I was also skeptical about the distress communication, but ...... What's happening here may be far more complicated than we think. ”

Another voice interrupted the two: "Don't talk nonsense, who knows how long the night vision device will work, in case the machinery and compass stop working again, the night will be wasted again." ”

Their voices grew farther and farther away, and then there were fewer words between the four of them, and only the sound of footsteps remained, until they disappeared.

............

Another early morning, humid and muggy.

The wreckage of the plane, the scenery that does not fit in with the rainforest, and four men in complete off-road equipment are surveying nearby.

They dug up the dirt and dug up the body buried by the gunsmith, but found no anomalies in the cause of death, and left no valuable clues inside the plane, except for some seat belts and seat covers.

"It's all ruined, and to find out exactly what caused the fall, we'll have to drag this pile of shit to a hangar, or just get a whole team of people with equipment to test it in this damn wood. One of them complained.

"At least we can confirm one thing, Charles Rohr, the gunsmith, is not dead, he buried these people, which means that he is completely capable of moving, and most likely does not know the plans of the crew, we have to intensify the search, and if we meet him, we can pretend to be a rescuer and contact him. ”

"Hey, who are you!" the man, who had been complaining just now, saw a stranger.

It was a Caucasian male, who looked to be in his thirties and forties, young and bearded, and he walked unhurriedly towards the four men, and he did not look dangerous, for he had no weapons in his hands, and his expression did not look hostile.

But the four of them approached him very vigilantly, and formed a small encirclement about two meters away, surrounding him in the middle.

"Sir, do you understand us?"

Dark Water was silent for two seconds, and glanced at the four people: "I have a lot of things to ask you. ”

"What?" the four of them didn't understand why he had uttered such an inexplicable remark.

A minute later, Darkwater was still standing in place, and around him lay four corpses, one with a strong ability, and three at the same level.

"Now that's enough. His face changed several times in an instant, five different faces distorted on his face, and finally, his head became a black, hairless head, with a texture like a semi-congealed solid, but all the features were as they should be, a pair of eyes sunken deep in the sockets, without the distinction between whites and pupils, revealing bursts of deep and stunning cyan light.