8 PM at night.
Gunei Mountain Area.
Two "Typhoon" mine-resistant ambush-protected vehicles, having just escaped the Grim Reaper's pursuit, with bullet marks and dust all over, rushed headlong into this natural sanctuary.
Song Heping leaned against the bumpy wall of the vehicle, eyes closed, but his brain was like an overclocked CPU, constantly calculating the current situation.
Damn it, strolled around the gate of hell and still alive, what a stroke of luck!
The next few hours will be critical in deciding life and death.
Hopefully, the fortune-telling blind man in the village back then didn't fool me, and my life is strong enough to survive.
A storm of emotions churned within him, yet his face remained as hard as stone.
He opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the tense faces inside the vehicle, finally falling on the rapidly receding, increasingly rugged terrain outside the window.
"You can stop now!"
