Shawn sped up the car to its maximum.
The way they came was just a long forest road, with no winding Fork in the Road, and Shawn drove for about 3 kilometers before finally seeing the light yellow pickup truck crashed into a tree trunk by the roadside.
When Shawn stopped the car, thick white smoke was coming out from under the pickup truck's front hood, like a crab roe bun just taken out of a steamer.
Shawn got out of the car with his men, looking thoughtfully at the pickup truck crashed into the tree trunk.
"From the crash to dealing with them, it definitely didn't take us more than 5 minutes."
"So, according to their speed, they should have been forced to stop by the tree trunk only two minutes ago."
"The survivors who chased after us all have guns, and the only way for them to run is through the jungle."
"But why is the other muscle car gone?"
"Forget it, they're chasing Vechita and her group, so as long as we find them, we can find those survivors."
"Merle, stay here; the rest of you, follow me."
Shawn organized his thoughts and, based on the tracks provided by Daryl, followed them.
"There's not much time; they haven't run far, but I'm worried they might get lost and wander around."
Daryl's 'talent' was mostly focused on the forest, so under his leadership, they naturally wouldn't get lost.
However, Daryl not getting lost doesn't mean Vechita and Little Stone won't get lost.
Once they get lost and start wandering in the forest, overlapping their tracks, it will be a bit troublesome to track them.
Daryl
"Should we split..."
Columbus stopped halfway through his sentence, swallowing the words'split up'.
Splitting up might increase the probability of finding them, but it didn't align with his 'survival guide'.
He had seen earlier that every one of those survivors had a gun, and encountering them alone would significantly increase the danger, making it not worth the gain.
"Don't worry, they're still within one kilometer."
Shawn's eyes were fixed on the front, but his toe suddenly struck something, causing Shawn to stumble.
If it weren't for the 'Agility Sequence' that had already been upgraded to a high level, he probably would have fallen directly to the ground.
Shawn instinctively looked down.
What his toe kicked was a silver-white, stone-like substance; with Shawn's touch just now, it made a 'crack' sound and broke off a piece, spilling many white powders from the cracks.
Shawn blinked: "Nitrate?"
It is well known that nitrates are widely present in nature.
In addition to those formed by nitrogen-fixing bacteria through nitrogen fixation, there are also nitrates formed after a series of reactions from high temperatures generated by natural lightning strikes, which then dissolve in rainwater and come into contact with surface minerals.
Shawn just didn't expect to encounter a nitrate mine so coincidentally at this time.
Although the volume was still unclear, Shawn still opened the "map" first, left a mark at the original spot, and then set off to continue tracking.
The trees in'South Carolina' are not as tall as those in tropical rainforests, but thanks to this, the surface jungle, without tree shade, grows particularly lush.
The further they walked into the jungle, the taller the vegetation became, almost covering Shawn's thighs.
Fortunately, after 10 minutes of tracking and Search, Shawn broke through the tall grass and saw Vechita hiding behind a tree trunk with Little Stone from a distance.
When Shawn found them, directly in front of them was the road on the other side.
The muscle car was parked on the road, and several men and women, also wearing black collars around their necks, got out and approached them with rifles.
'It seems these people are all locals and know the jungle well...'
Shawn thought to himself.
Turning to meet Daryl's gaze, Shawn then looked at Tallahassee and the other person, giving them a gesture.
The three nodded silently. Columbus and Tallahassee, imitating Daryl, crouched down and hid themselves behind the tall grass, quietly moving in two different directions.
If one could look from above, from a bird's-eye view, they would surely notice that they were forming an arc, gradually surrounding everyone, including the two sisters.
The dense tall grass, in turn, became their natural ghillie suit, hiding the figures of several people.
As they gradually approached, Daryl finally heard what they had been muttering.
"Hell is other people..."
"Hell is other people..."
"Hell is other people..."
This was repeated continuously, and with multiple low whispers, their eyes became increasingly firm, so spirited that they almost glowed.
Their hands gripping their weapons turned white as they approached step by step.
Hell is other people?
Daryl didn't have time to think; the arrow he had just nocked was aimed at one person.
The moment he pulled the trigger, Daryl could see out of the corner of his eye that Shawn had moved.
Shawn stood up straight, his feet pressed tightly against the ground, as if an unending stream of power was gathering from the ground, the power surging into every bulging vein in Shawn's body!
Shawn tilted his head slightly, his eyes lowered, gritted his teeth, and focused his strength, directly throwing the Crescent Blade out.
The Crescent Blade swirling in mid-air looked exactly like a gradually full moon.
However, what resonated at this moment was not the nostalgic tune of the full moon on the fifteenth, but rather the urgent killing intent that pierced the air.
The person standing at the very front saw it first; just as he reacted, he felt a pain in his thigh, and he involuntarily knelt down on one knee, an arrow embedded in his thigh.
But before he could struggle to stand up again, a scene that almost made his vision vibrate appeared.
The Crescent Blade swept directly over the heads of the two sisters, its sharp edge cutting into the tree trunk they were hiding behind, and with the immense force, it severed the tree trunk in the blink of an eye.
It then spun over the head of the person who had knelt down, literally slicing off half of the head of the person behind him.
The blade of the Crescent Blade finally sank into the door of the muscle car, slanted, its tail slightly trembling.
The headless woman swayed, then fell, her exposed half-sectioned skull visible, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere.
Before everyone could react, three or two gunshots followed, catching the people on the road off guard.
They had no cover and walked in swaggeringly, seemingly thinking they had already won.
But they didn't expect the reversal to come so quickly.
In fact, just as the survivors looked in the direction Tallahassee had fired and realized they needed to retreat and take cover, Shawn leaped within the jungle.
He took two steps on a low tree trunk less than 3 meters high, and using the varying terrain, he plunged down like a crow doing a plane crash!
It's important to know that the weight of muscle and fat are not equal; the same amount of muscle weighs considerably more.
So, with Shawn's height of 1.9 meters, a weight of nearly 210 jin, plus the armor and equipment he wore, leaping from a 3-meter high tree trunk, he plummeted like a meteor.
He landed precisely on the chest of one of the retreating individuals, pressing him firmly beneath him.
He stared wide-eyed, blood uncontrollably spurting from his mouth, but he couldn't catch his breath, crushed to death by Shawn's overwhelming weight.
Shawn raised his head; in front of him was the last person still able to move freely.
His right hand smoothly pulled out the Crescent Blade embedded in the muscle car, and without thinking, Shawn bent low while thrusting the blade forward with his right hand!
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