Two days later at dusk, the sky was overcast, the sun obscured by dark clouds, it looked like rain, and the wind was strong, swaying trees. Birds and beasts had already retreated to their nests, leaving not a single bird in the sky. In the vast primeval forest, on a mountain ridge dense with trees, an armed group lay quietly amongst the foliage, resting, eating dry rations, and checking their weapons.
A few people stood at the high point of the mountain ridge, observing something through sniper scopes. The leader had star-like eyes and sword-like eyebrows, his resolute face covered in camouflage paint, wearing a single soldier helmet equipped with night vision goggles, dressed in camouflage combat attire, and carrying a military pack along with an 88 sniper rifle. It was Luo Zheng.
