Cook's face became even more sullen, and he said coldly, "They are not just demonstrating, they are playing us."
"He deliberately made us focus our attention here, and then quietly moved to other places to continue looting."
"That disgusting wild boar Madre, if I catch him, I must crush his head!"
Sharon's figure was robust, with muscular build, and his weather-beaten face looked ferocious, his fists clenched making a creaking sound,
"I can't wait! Let's set off now and chase them!"
"It's already too late."
Cook shook his head, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, and analyzed:
"Three days have passed, which is long enough for them to have run a good distance."
"And they have no intention of taking captives, just waiting for us to pursue them."
"Once we leave here, the attack is likely to happen here again."
"They will disappear again, and we can only run around like headless chickens."
Sharon heard this analysis and nodded in agreement.
