C1 Wedge

In the dark rain forest, a wisp of grey-green light flashed. A vigorous figure with a pair of red eyes vigilantly observed his surroundings. Even his breathing was barely audible.

Suddenly, the sounds of gunfire could be heard from all around. In the silence of the forest, it was obvious and ear-piercing.

It was the end!

Anson turned and headed in the other direction, hoping to break through.

Anson was an orphan, brought up in an orphanage, and when he grew up, he joined the army. Because of hard work in training, his physical and mental abilities were excellent, and finally he joined the special forces, and did many difficult tasks. In this cross-border drug suppression, the person in charge of infiltrating the undercover team was him, but at the last moment, he was discovered by the drug dealers, and was forced to make a move first.

Having been in the rainforest for three days and four nights, Anson knew that the traffickers were after him. His teammates were definitely after the traffickers, and now it was time to see who would meet him first.

His clothes were all wet, and he had long since run out of ammunition and guns. In his hand was a military dagger, two guns on his back, and a miniature pistol at his waist with a bullet in it.

It was for himself. He could not be captured.

He leaned against a tree trunk and panted for a while. There was no road ahead of him, only a cliff. He had already explored all four directions, but there was no other place for him to go or hide.

He could already see the figures of the drug dealers. He felt dizzy as he tried his best to open his eyes. He stood up and retreated to the cliff edge step by step. He saw the hideous drug dealers in front of him and the bottomless cliff face behind.

"Alas, if I were to sacrifice myself, I won't be able to eat the two meals that Old Liu owes me, and the captain still owes me some money yet to be reimbursed …" He ran through his own life and death teammates in his mind. Seeing the enemies getting closer and closer, he lay back down without nostalgia. Even if he died, he did not want to be shot in the back! Those who don't know think I'm afraid of death.

The last scene in his memory was of the drug dealers who had fired at him, and behind them, the gunshots and screams of their teammates. They were shouting, "Son …"

… …." … ….

Warm, comfortable feeling, just can't open my eyes, no pain, no light, ah? He didn't seem to be breathing?

This was the state that An Shen was in after he regained consciousness. He was in a daze, unable to move even if he wanted to. It was as if his body was covered by a layer of something.

Soon, there was a pushing force that slowly pushed him, a little bit of light, as if it was circling around him. An Shen's curiosity was not that great, but he suddenly noticed something flashing in the darkness, and subconsciously made a grabbing motion. He felt that the light was actually caught by him and disappeared into his hands, even though he was just relying on one, it could be said that it was natural.

The thrust suddenly became larger, and the things wrapped around him became smaller and smaller. Lehane felt very uncomfortable as he followed the thrust.