The sewers in Hexi Province had the largest fluctuation in the sewage system, combining the impact of trash, spoiled leaves, and plastic bags. Xu Le, unable to maintain balance, helplessly drifted away with the current, sorrowfully watching Boss Feng Yu quietly turn around in the water, leaving an indescribable image.
Sometimes floating, sometimes sinking, the foul water current carried Xu Le, tossing his body in waves. After an unknown amount of time wandering and swallowing saliva, he finally reached a section where the water seemed calmer. Seizing this rare opportunity, Xu Le frantically searched with his right hand, finding a corroded handhold on the cement wall. He hung half of his body in the sewage, taking a moment to catch his breath and feel a familiar trembling sensation running through his body. Suddenly, a surge of heat coursed through his arm, making him feel lighter.
Like a leopard, Xu Le gradually emerged from the water, crawling on the pavement, gasping for breath. His body was drenched in a mixture of sweat, blood, and sewage, emitting a foul odor.
He dug out several fingers from his throat, spitting out a large amount of sewage. Feeling slightly rejuvenated, Xu Le confirmed the presence of the cold metal bracelet on his wrist and the small device used to shield himself from federal electronic surveillance in his pocket. He didn't stay in one place any longer, quickly scanning his surroundings and then crawling upward through the nearest channel.
Feng Yu kicked Xu Le into the sewage, and the sewage rushed towards him. Xu Le didn't know how far away Boss was from him. He understood the boss's intention, but he still felt reluctant, believing that Boss wouldn't easily give up on him. Crawling desperately, he emerged from the well shutter. The well shutter was located on higher ground in the suburbs of Hexi Province's capital, offering a commanding view of the surrounding area for several kilometers.
Xu Le strained to identify his surroundings but found it futile. The army chasing him possessed exceptional stealth abilities, and with nearly 70% of the forested area in the suburbs, it was extremely difficult to spot their trail with the naked eye.
Unwilling to give up, Xu Le continued crawling toward the peak of a large tree on the hill. Although he knew that staying longer would likely lead to his electronic surveillance being traced, he couldn't bear to not see Boss with his own eyes. With each step, he saw what he wanted to see and what he didn't want to see. His gaze fell upon a wooded mountain and a mine tunnel, and he couldn't tear his eyes away. His face turned pale, his lips trembled, and desperation filled his eyes.
"Boss, you said you were still alive. You were deceiving me all these years," the young man's eyes gradually filled with tears, aware that in the next moment, he might lose his boss, his uncle, his master, and his friend.
In the remote mountain forest, he saw Uncle Feng Yu's figure, and he also saw one, two, three, four... seven... eleven... machine armors!
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Outside the fourth temporary camp, the two overlapped sub-areas on the light screen formed a concrete grid bearing, which turned into a luminous spot. The Eastwood garrison command officer in charge of receiving signals from the Capital Star Charter Bureau immediately transmitted the coordinates to all personnel for action.
After a long, pointless conversation with Xu Le, machine repair master Feng Yu finally "succeeded" in exposing his trail to the federal military. Over a hundred special crack troops from the blurred sub-area were hot on his heels. The machine armor group from the fourth military region, specially dispatched from remote Westwood, rushed to the mountain valley at full speed.
The camouflaged special troops silently infiltrated the mountain forest, leaving no trace of the machine armor from the Westwood Commercial Spaceship Landing Garrison Command Airport. In the twilight-covered mountain forest, a strange atmosphere hung in the air.
Observing this operation from the city, the Eastwood garrison command officer couldn't help but feel suspicion and question Colonel Lake's direction. Even though target 1 was the most notorious traitor in federal history, at this moment, he was just one person. How could he be a match for so many elite armies?
Most importantly, 11 M52 standard machine armors were deployed by the federal side! It should be noted that the entire Eastwood garrison command possessed only 40 of these powerful weapons. In the face of the mighty metal current, what kind of resistance could a frail human provide?
Twilight cast a blood-like hue, and the edge of the woods seemed to be ablaze. Feng Yu emerged from the mine tunnel, panting heavily and realizing how old he had become. He surveyed the peaceful surroundings, a mocking expression flashing in his eyes, thinking that the federal side really underestimated him.
A frontal assault? Just like that year, the orders these soldiers received were still carried out without question... Feng Yu sat on a large rock, took out a cigarette from his coat pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag, revealing a calm expression on his face.
Feng Yu didn't know who this commanding officer was, nor did he understand why the officer was so cautious. The M52's rapid-fire chain steel bombs were unleashed, wreaking havoc on the woods, but the encirclement was deliberately tightened step by step.
These camouflaged machine armors blended in easily with the trees, deceiving the eyes. What were these special troops hiding in the tall grass? Feng Yu took a deep breath, the cigarette burning fiercely between his withered lips, smoke covering his face.
The smoke was invigorating, making machine repair master Feng Yu tremble with excitement. This trembling spread throughout his body, even to the cells, eventually reaching his limbs. Gray hair hung loosely behind him, his worn-out jacket rustled as his body shivered. His legs spread slightly apart, the trembling intensifying, as if resonating with the air.
The trembling in his legs was like a taut bowstring! The trembling in his hands was like a flexed bow, an arrow that was ready to be unleashed! The air hummed, growing denser until it finally erupted into a muffled explosion! In Feng Yu's hand, a stone had mysteriously appeared, which he used as a projectile, smashing it deep into the jungle. The impact produced an abnormal metal noise.
His previously trembling legs disappeared from their original position! The next moment, he dashed through the long grass, circling a tree, and swiftly punched, exceeding human reflexes.
A hydraulic pipe on the left leg joint of an M52 was exposed and shattered by the stone. The hydraulic oil sprayed out like an explosion, and the massive machine armor suddenly lost its balance, slowly collapsing!