At noon, the primeval forest became even more stifling, as the scorching sunlight penetrated the dense canopy. Vibrant beams of light danced in the woods, reflecting off surfaces with the wind, like butterflies fluttering. In the thick forest, dozens of armed individuals dashed forward, leaping over roots exposed on the ground, moving swiftly like leopards chasing prey.
Leading the group, a person draped in a camouflage suit, face unseen, wielding an assault rifle, slightly hunched, walked with firm and powerful steps, resembling a swiftly moving shrub. In the midst of sprinting, this person suddenly slid to a halt, rolled skillfully and concealed themselves under a large tree nearby and swiftly made a hand signal.
