District 9

In the dark night, in the vast mountains in the no-man's land in the southwest of Chongqing City, Lao Jiu, a member of Zhang Tian's team, was walking backwards while clearing the footprints in the snow with a long and narrow T-shaped snow shovel in both hands.

About twenty or thirty meters ahead, there were two people guarding the side, observing the surrounding environment while waiting for Lao Jiu to retreat.

Further forward, Zhang Tian escorted Zhu Wei and moved forward quickly in a straight line with his three companions. Twenty or thirty meters in front of them were the remaining road-opening personnel and the rescued Kirill.

The entire team march is divided into three parts, with clear division of labor and tight formation. The twelve people all wore anti-thermal imaging clothing. They started walking on the mountain side, which was darker and deeper, making it easier to hide their whereabouts.

During the march, this group of people rarely talked and communicated, and just kept moving forward. About twenty minutes later, everyone came to the sunny side of the mountain. Due to the strong sunlight during the day, there was less snow on this side. In some places, the land and rocks were exposed, and they could be seen from time to time. A path trodden by mountaineers seeking a living in the mountains.

After arriving here, Lao Jiu no longer needs to use the snow shovel to continue cleaning up the traces. The people in the team only need to step on the ground and evacuate.

Ahead, after Zhang Tian and others obviously speeded up, Lao Jiu was carrying a snow shovel and was about to catch up with his two companions not far ahead.

"rustle!"

At this moment, there was a sound of clothes rubbing against branches on the left side of the woods. Lao Jiu was highly concentrated and the mountain was very quiet, so he heard the sound immediately and turned sideways to look to his left.

It was extremely dark inside the mountain and there was a mountain breeze. Lao Jiu and the others did not dare to turn on the lighting equipment, so he stopped and looked ahead, seeing only tree shadows and hazy snow and fog.

Lao Jiu paused for a few seconds, but no more friction noise was heard. He looked back suspiciously, slowly put down the snow shovel on his shoulder and carried it in his left hand. At the same time, he took out a pistol equipped with a silencer in his right hand.

After a short pause, Lao Jiu quickly moved forward to catch up with his companions in front.

"rustle……!"

At this moment, a clearer friction sound sounded, far back on the left side.

Lao Jiu was startled for a moment, turned around suddenly, and raised the gun directly with his left hand. The muzzle of the gun was pointed in a very precise direction, towards the back on the left side. But he looked carefully and saw nothing unusual there.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the front position on the left, with obvious footsteps and extremely fast speed.

After Lao Jiu heard the footsteps, it was too late to look back. When he turned around, a snow shovel hit him.

"Bang!"

A thick and powerful thigh kicked the snow shovel head away. Lao Jiu was stunned and wanted to raise the gun with his right hand.

At the critical moment, a huge head hit Lao Jiu head-on, hitting Lao Jiu right in the face. Blood spurted from his nostrils on the spot, and he instinctively shouted: "There's someone!"

"cnm, you know how to slit your throat, right?!"

Under the moonlight, Fu Zhen was carrying a long gun and a backpack. He clasped Lao Jiu's gun-holding wrist with his right hand and pushed it to the side. He held the military spur in his left hand and pressed his body forward, making a gesture of wiping his neck.

Lao Jiu reacted quickly and raised his head to dodge. The blade passed by instantly. The right side of his face was cut open on the spot. A five or six centimeter long incision extended from the chin to the corner of the eye.

Not far away, the two companions pressing on both sides had turned around.

"He is alone...!" Lao Jiu was still shouting when he raised his knees to fight back.

"Bang!"

After Fu Zhen frightened the opponent to his back with a knife, his body movements were extremely coherent. His left knee directly hit Lao Jiu's abdomen. The latter was hit so hard that his internal organs seemed to be shattered. He instinctively bent over and leaned forward.

"puff!"

Fu Zhen pulled the opponent forward with his right hand, and holding the military thorn in his left hand, he directly wiped Lao Jiu's neck with the knife, causing blood to spray half a meter high.

As soon as the knife fell, a gunshot rang out not far away. Fu Zhen dragged Lao Jiu's body, moved sideways to avoid him for three or four meters, then pushed him away, turned around and ran away.

A few seconds later, two figures chased after him. One went to check on Lao Jiu, while the other kept chasing after him.

On the ground, Lao Jiu was twitching all over, and blood was pouring from his neck.

"Xiao Jiu! Xiao Jiu!!" The brother who was traveling with him pressed Lao Jiu's neck and roared a few words in a low voice.

Lao Jiu spurted blood from his mouth and nose and replied intermittently: "It's... it's the second scene. The person who got off the car first... he... he must have been following me for a long time. Don't chase me, just leave!"

After finishing speaking, Lao Jiu breathed his last.

While the two were talking, Zhang Tian in front had already run over with the two of them. He glanced at Lao Jiu and was obviously startled.

"Brother, Lao Jiu is confused and has been stolen." The brother squatting on the ground looked up.

"What the fuck!" Zhang Tian rarely showed negative emotions and immediately shouted with a gun in his hand: "Kill him!"

Everyone heard the sound and chased into the woods on the left.

The five people on Zhang Tian's side were divided into two groups, each group hugging each other and chasing Fu Zhen very quickly. But the strange thing was that Fu Zhen couldn't fire a single shot. He entered the extremely dark forest, and as soon as he ran away, there was no movement at all.

After the fourth child pressed forward for more than ten meters, he suddenly waved his hand: "Don't move, there are booby traps."

"Don't make any noise, there is a helicopter above." Zhang Tian immediately reminded.

"Damn it, he won't shoot!" Lao Si replied with sweat on his forehead.

"Puff puff……!"

Next to him, his companion fired two more shots into the forest, turned around and said, "He couldn't run far, so I got in from the side and took off the reflective badge on him."

Diagonally ahead, about eighty meters away, Fu Zhen was hiding behind a large rock, his left hand dripping with blood.

The meeting between him and Lao Jiu happened within a few seconds, but these few seconds cost him a lot of energy. After he fucked Lao Jiu, the other side opened fire. As he was running, Fu Zhen swung his left arm back and was shot in the little finger.

It's a tough point, but it also shows that the opponent's marksmanship is very reliable. If you encounter him at close range, there is almost no chance of survival.

Fu Zhen tried his best to keep his breathing steady, lowered his head and released his right hand, and took a look at the wound on his left hand.

Half of the little finger has been broken off, and the bones are protruding. The entire finger has been completely deformed, and the fingers are tilted away from the palm.

The blood kept flowing, and Fu Zhen tried to clench his fist, but there was a heartbreaking pain in the entire lower part of his palm.

There couldn't be a hospital here, and Fu Zhen had no medical equipment. It would definitely be too late to reattach the finger now, but if he didn't reattach his finger, half of it would be broken and it would affect his movements. He was left-handed, and the severe pain from the wound almost made it impossible for him to do anything.

Fu Zhen thought for a moment, stared blankly at the half-broken little finger, and directly grasped it with his right hand.

"call!"

Fu Zhen breathed out, stared at the wound, and broke it with his right hand. There was just a crunching sound, and the severed finger was torn off by him alive.

Fingers connected to the heart, this is the same way as many animals!

Fu Zhen's forehead was sweating. He let go of his right hand and tore open the lining of his clothes. He quickly tied it on his little finger to stop the bleeding. Then he turned around and continued to run diagonally forward. His steps were light and his purpose was clear.

…

Sichuan's helicopters searched the nearby area. Initially, they found nothing, but suddenly an observer on a plane noticed a large "ten" drawn in the snow at the foot of a mountain.

Why didn't Fu Zhen shoot?

Because if you shoot, your position will be exposed immediately. There are more than a dozen people on the other side, and you can kill him before reinforcements arrive.

He is not in good spirits, but his head is clearer than anyone else. Otherwise, would he dare to go into the mountain alone and beat the opponent twelve times? !