Moro nodded repeatedly. After hanging up the phone, he finally took a deep breath. He frowned and thought for a moment. A trace of doubt flashed across his eyebrows. He asked the driver in front of him in a low voice, "Tell me, why did He Jiarong show up that night?"
?Has he been following us?!"
Morrow's face turned blue and white, and now thinking of Derek's question, he also felt panicked.
"Mr. Morrow, you are worrying too much!"
The driver held his head high and said with great confidence, "I joined the Special Situation Service when I was eighteen years old. There are only a handful of counter-reconnaissance awareness in the United States. When I went to the restaurant that night, I kept paying attention to the situation on the road.
No suspicious persons were found, so I can conclude that they met us purely by chance!"
His words were not overly boastful. In their country, his anti-reconnaissance awareness was indeed top-notch, but what he never expected was that this time he encountered Hundred People Tu, who had a stronger anti-reconnaissance awareness.
Moro frowned and nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Yes, if they are following us, they will never show up easily... I also think they are just a pure chance encounter with us... Yes, it must be a chance encounter!
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Moro looked out the window solemnly and kept talking, as if he was trying to convince himself.
Soon, he straightened his expression and asked the driver in a deep voice, "By the way, how many manpower can we use in the hot summer?!"
"About...seven..."
The driver thought carefully and said in a deep voice.
"Okay, if you do this..."
Moro gave the driver instructions in a low voice, and the driver nodded repeatedly.
It was night, in a mountainous area in a province south of the Yangtze River, a figure was moving forward rapidly. Through the weak moonlight, it could be seen clearly that this figure was Bu Cheng covered in dirt.
From the moment he left Beijing to now, he has been on the run for dozens of hours without stopping. During this period, he has taken cars, ridden motorcycles, taken boats, passed through cities, passed through plateaus, walked over mountains, and crossed the Yangtze River, but the pursuers behind him...
The soldiers are still following me like a shadow, and I can't get rid of them no matter how I try.
If he hadn't resolutely chosen to jump into the river in a desperate situation, he might have fallen into the hands of Bairentu and others yesterday.
However, he was also severely injured. His entire right calf was swollen to the size of a thigh. He could no longer feel the pain, as if he had been filled with mud. He felt extremely heavy when running, but he still tried his best to feed.
Keep pushing forward.
Two or three kilometers behind him, a figure was also chasing him at an extremely fast speed, and the distance was gradually shortening.
Soon, the figure behind Bu Cheng caught up with him, and his whole body was filled with a cold murderous aura, like an unsheathed sword!
It was the Massacre of Hundreds in its heyday!
The two days of non-stop chasing allowed Bairentu to see how strong Bu Cheng's overall strength was, having grown up next to Xiang Nantian!
He, Kui Mulang, Bi Yuewu, Shenshui Yuan, Chunsheng, and Qiu Man divided their troops into five groups to pursue Bu Cheng, but after crossing the river, he was the only one who followed Bu Cheng!
The others have long been dumped and can no longer be found!
After all, although people like Kui Mulang, Bi Yuewu, and Shenshui Yuan have strong personal abilities, they have not systematically learned reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance, so when they encounter Bu Cheng who has a strong sense of counter-reconnaissance, they can't keep up!
And if Bu Bu had not been injured, I'm afraid Bairentu would have been thrown away by now!
The injury on his leg accelerated the consumption of Bu Cheng's physical strength, so gradually, Bu Cheng's speed also slowly slowed down.
Soon, the distance between Bairentu and Bu Cheng shortened to several hundred meters.
Bu Cheng had already sensed the danger behind him, gritted his teeth, and insisted on rushing forward quickly.
"Give up, you...can't escape!"
Bai Rentu from behind said in a cold voice. Although his enunciation was still very clear, his breath was already a little short. The long pursuit was also a huge drain on his physical strength!
Bu Cheng gritted his teeth and didn't say a word. His feet didn't stop at all. He rushed forward quickly, still making the final struggle, but the Hundred People Tu behind him was getting closer and closer.
"Stop now, I'll leave your body intact!"
Bairentu said coldly. At this time, he had already chased Bu Cheng to a distance of less than a hundred meters behind him.
Bu Cheng still didn't speak. The branches and leaves in the forest swept over the wound on his calf, causing waves of heartbreaking pain to hit his originally numb leg, and his speed slowed down even more.
"Then don't blame me for being heartless!"
Bairentu's eyes froze, and he flicked his right hand, and there was a bright dagger in his hand. He kicked off his feet and jumped forward suddenly, and the dagger in his hand stabbed Bu Cheng in the back of the heart.
Bairentu's movement was extremely explosive and fast, and he jumped behind Bu Cheng in the blink of an eye.
After Bu Cheng sensed the sound of wind behind him, he turned around suddenly and swiped the two daggers in his left and right hands at the same time. While avoiding Bairentu's knife, he slashed towards Bairentu's neck and chest.
Bairentu reacted in time. He threw out a dagger with his left hand. Instead of blocking the two knives in Bu Cheng's hand, he slashed Bu Cheng's wrists.
Bu Cheng's expression changed drastically, he turned his wrist and hurriedly put back the dagger in his hand.
Bairentu took advantage of the situation and jumped ahead. Then Bu Cheng's legs moved slowly, and the blade in his hand quickly moved forward. With a hiss, it tore the clothes on Bu Cheng's left chest, and also cut a bloody wound.
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Bu Cheng staggered suddenly, took two steps back, and hit the tree behind him with a thud. He gasped for breath and looked at the wound on his chest with despair in his eyes.
Bairentu glanced at him and said in a low voice, "You and I are brothers, and you actually kill them?!"