"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Three sniper bullets screeched, shattering the calm of the ancient forest. Frightened birds scattered, flying high into the sky in panic, while Mountain Eagle hid under a large tree, his cold gaze fixed ahead, brimming with intense battle spirit. Seeing countless people pursuing him, Mountain Eagle let out a cold snort, turned around, and ran, the camouflage suit on him swaying eerily with his movement.
After sprinting a few hundred meters, Mountain Eagle sensed the Sam Country troops were about 500 to 600 meters ahead, with dense trees blocking the way, leaving the enemy with no chance to strike. He quickly stopped, leaned against a big tree, gasped for air to calm his boiling blood, while keeping his ears pricked.
