"There's someone up ahead."
Shangguan Yun pointed ahead and shouted.
Chen Yang followed the direction of Shangguan Yun's finger, the jungle obscured the view, but about five hundred meters away, there were the vague figures of seven or eight people sitting in a circle.
His gaze pierced through the gaps in the shrubbery, and upon closer inspection, he saw that the area was set up with several tents, gas cylinders, boilers, electric lights, satellite receivers, and various other items placed to one side, all fully equipped.
A fence surrounded the campsite, with several large black bags filled with domestic trash placed outside the fence, suggesting that these people had been camping here for quite some time.
Moreover, these individuals were dressed in camouflage and had sharp daggers at their waists. Although he saw no guns, they seemed more professional than those with guns and emanated a certain wildness.
"What are these people doing?"
Chen Yang felt suspicious.
