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If he had been chosen by the doctor back then, he wouldn't know whether he was like Mong Si, burdened with a blood debt, or a pitiful creature who was oppressed and unable to breathe, or perhaps he had already died in pain. But no matter which it was, he could not accept it.
Zhu Junjie took out a cigarette and lit it, taking a slow drag. This was the Forest Area, and soon someone came over to remind Zhu Junjie that smoking was not allowed. It was then that Zhu Junjie remembered it was late autumn, and Hai City was dry; an open flame could cause a forest fire. Forest fires are highly dangerous, so Zhu Junjie apologized to the person and extinguished the cigarette.
The forest was vast, and even with the use of a Drone, they had to search bit by bit. As time passed, finally after two hours, the technician controlling the Drone shouted, "Found them! They are heading towards the abandoned village!"
"How far is it from the village?" someone at the Command Center asked.
"About five kilometers away."
"We already have people stationed near the village."
This was good news! If they only had people lying in wait near the village, waiting for their prey, there was a risk that if the group scattered, some might slip back into the forest, increasing potential hazards.
It was necessary for those stationed near the village to enter the forest in advance, spread out, and lie in ambush. Once they spotted those individuals' tracks, they could quietly tighten the encirclement and close in.
Time was of the essence. After some discussion at the Command Center, orders were issued. After finalizing the plan, Zhu Junjie asked the technician, "Can your Thermal Imaging technology analyze each person's height and weight?"
"It can, but it's not precise."
If it's not precise, how could he be sure who Mong Si was... Zhu Junjie really wanted to know if Mong Si was still being carried by some people.
Zhu Junjie did not give up. "For those who were forcibly taken away, if they have injuries and cannot walk freely, they can only be carried by others. Can you see from the equipment if someone is being carried?"
"There are two being carried," the technician pointed at the computer screen and said to Zhu Junjie. "But I can only see this; I can't determine if they are who you are looking for."
"Thank you."
As long as there is someone being carried, their heart feels a little lighter. Those people were preparing to leave the mountains from another place. Zhu Junjie knew that he wouldn't wait for Mong Si here, so he didn't continue to wait and followed the police and Special Police toward the abandoned village.
To prevent the people in the mountains from feigning a retreat and changing direction to leave from elsewhere, a Drone was constantly following them, monitoring their location.
In the mountains, a group of people trudged along. The forest was dense with trees, and there were low shrubs everywhere, left untrimmed. They would occasionally get scratched by branches. Small animals would sometimes dart past them; the quiet of the forest made any sudden noise feel like an imminent threat.
Some instinctively raised their guns and fired at the source of the sound. After a few times, it started to irritate them. The forest was filled with mosquitoes; even though it was late autumn, they were still present, biting at everyone. These people hadn’t anticipated entering the mountains and had no mosquito repellent on them. They could only wrap themselves tightly in their clothes to minimize exposed skin.
As they got closer to their destination and felt hopeful about crossing through the forest, someone spotted a Drone not far away. His expression changed instantly as he lowered his voice and said, "Look, isn’t that a Drone above us?"
The mention of the Drone made the atmosphere suddenly tense. "Where? Where's the Drone?"
Two injured individuals had been walking for a long time and were now in a semi-conscious state, needing support or to be carried. Everyone wanted to leave the forest quickly and find a vehicle so they could rest.
If there was a Drone, their current position might have already been exposed. The people surrounding them might have already set up a blockade based on their route; if they moved forward, they would likely be caught.
"There!" Someone pointed at the location of the Drone.
Everyone turned to look in the direction he indicated. "Has it spotted us?"
"Don't panic; maybe they are just searching for us. Let's find a hidden spot to hide for now. If the Drone leaves, it means we haven't been detected, and we can continue moving forward. If it keeps circling here, it means we are exposed and need to think of another plan."
The leader reacted quickly and devised a plan.
"I heard that drones use thermal imaging to search for people in the mountains. If there were a river here, it would be great."
Water can lower body temperature, making it difficult for thermal imaging devices to locate them.
"This is a forest; where can we find a river? In my opinion, we should shoot down the drone and then change direction to leave this cursed place as soon as possible!"
"The nearest exit is that abandoned village. If we change direction, it will take much longer. What if they send another drone? We can't keep shooting them down and changing direction!"
The leader's expression grew serious. "If that's the case, they can wear us down without losing a single soldier."
Walking through the forest is not easy. They currently have two injured members, and after several hours of walking, everyone is exhausted and hungry, with no food or water. Continuing on like this could lead to death by thirst, exhaustion, or starvation—any one of those outcomes is possible.
"The leader is right; we can't take any more risks."
Some agreed with the leader's decision.
The group began searching for a hidden spot.
At that moment, a technician monitoring their movements noticed they had stopped and looked puzzled.
Were they resting or eating?
The technician didn't dare to speculate and reported back when he sensed something was off.
"How long have they been stationary?"
"About two or three minutes," the technician replied while checking their location. "They haven't been stationary; they've moved."
The distance between their previous and current positions was over twenty meters.
The technician gestured to the people at the command center on the computer screen. "According to their normal route, they should be moving in this direction. Now they're heading toward their right rear."
"Is there an obstacle ahead that they can't cross, so they're trying to go around it?"
The person in charge of the operation said this while retrieving a topographic map of the forest.
The map was very detailed, especially at the forest's edge, clearly marked. The location where the group was currently situated was already at the edge; if they continued for another ten minutes or so, they would enter the ambush zone set up for them.
If something went wrong now, it would complicate their capture efforts.
He examined the map closely and said, "There are no obstacles marked on the map. Go find a nearby villager; I have something to ask him."
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