"Fuck you! Go to hell!"
Kameda Ichirō clenched his teeth and let out a harsh squawk in his native tongue before kicking out, striking Gao Yiming precisely in the chest and sending him tumbling off the cliff.
The birdcall he had just made was actually a curse in his hometown dialect meaning, "Bastard, go die!"
In Kameda Ichirō's eyes, there was no doubt that falling from such a height would be fatal to Gao Yiming!
After dealing with Gao Yiming, he looked around and then followed the blood trail deep into the dense forest.
At the same time, in the thick of the woods, police expert He Fan was desperately pulling Song Hanbo and Song Yan'er as they sprinted down the mountain.
He had taken three bullets in the chest and fallen to the ground, and everyone had thought he was dead, but he wasn't!
Before the mission had begun, he had donned a bulletproof vest under his clothes. With that protection, He Fan had not died.
