Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Wang Chao moved through the jungle like lightning, dodging bullets before they could reach him.
At first glance, all the bullets seemed to be constantly attacking behind him, shattering flowers, trees, and even piercing through rocks.
But he and Guan Zhilin remained unscathed.
"Old He, I'll hold them off, you go get the bag!"
"And quickly notify the others to come for support!"
One of the mercenaries shouted while shooting.
The one called Old He immediately stopped firing, shouldered his submachine gun, turned the motorcycle around, and swiftly rushed towards the mountainside.
Soon, he arrived at the fallen mercenary's location, lifted the body, grabbed the blood-stained bag from the chest, carried it on his back, revved the engine, and dashed off in another direction.