Two days later at dusk, the setting sun was like blood, the sky full of red clouds, no wind or clouds, suddenly a few birds were startled on a dense mountain ridge, fluttering and flying out of the forest, soaring into the sky, quickly flying away. Strange people suddenly appeared in the tranquil mountain ridge, covered in jungle camouflage, wrapping themselves completely, only exposing a face, the complexion smeared with thick black oil paint, black and white eyes flashing with strong fighting intent, holding similarly camouflaged guns, each like a leopard.
The leader made a gesture, and everyone behind him quickly took cover on the spot, the camouflaged gun held steadily on the shoulder, calmly aiming around vigilantly, combined with the camouflage they wore, they looked like a pile of bushes, silent and without a trace of killing intent.
