Fleet 070

Over an hour later.

On the edge of a winding, gray highway among the forest, a tall, black figure emerged slowly from the dense woods.

The figure was clad in a thick, black bulletproof outfit, wearing a helmet with deep brown goggles looking left and right to make sure there were no other living things, before sliding gently down the slope alongside the road.

With a rustle,

he brought down a patch of black mud and withered leaves, sliding to the highway with ease like down a slide.

Once at the bottom, he stood firm, patting the mud and rotten leaves off his body.

The figure looked up, quickly locking eyes on the three dark green jeeps parked by the side of the road.

"I've finally found them!" he sighed with relief in his voice.

After circling the nearby area for over an hour, he had at last found the vehicles left behind by Zhao Zhenghong and his company.

He walked briskly to the first vehicle.

He closely examined the rugged, practical appearance of the jeep.