Battlefield Contractor

Mr. K didn't return the gun to the soldier behind him until he had shot the bullet from one of the magazines. "It seems that he is not there. Search other places. Don't let go of every corner."

Lin Rui's heart almost touched his throat. He was hiding in the mud, and the grass was only seven or eight meters away from him. If Mr. K's muzzle shakes a little bit more, he might shoot a bullet at his side or even on his body.

But human attention is such a weird thing, sometimes you don’t pay much attention to what is clearly in front of you. Everyone would doubt whether there were people hidden in the bushes, but few would doubt that people were lying on the edge of this visible mud puddle. Even a shrewd person like Mr. K can make such mistakes.

The nearby US army searched nothing, and out of caution, those US soldiers did not step out of this quagmire that might be a swamp. Lin Rui squinted and looked at these US military searches in the distance. There was a layer of black mud on his eyelids. He squinted to avoid the reflection of his eyes and attract attention.

Several search teams separately reported to the US lieutenant that no one was found around, and no trace of anyone walking by. The lieutenant looked at Mr. K, but Mr. K still had no intention of leaving.

Mr. K turned around and said loudly, "I know, you must be hiding nearby. But I also know that you are injured, and you have nowhere to escape in this case. You should understand that you cannot escape us. I will find you out. If you hear me clearly, I will definitely."

The surroundings were quiet and there was no response.

Lin Rui had been lying motionless, waiting quietly for his plan to lure the enemy to succeed. It should have been almost ten minutes. The c4 he placed on the driftwood should have drifted far enough down the river. Why didn't it explode? If there is an explosion in the distance at this time, it will be able to draw the attention of Mr. K and the jungle cat troops to the front.

Lin Rui was anxious, he didn't know if something happened. Did the driftwood sink suddenly? Or is there something wrong with the detonator? There are so many possibilities that he can hardly think about it. Little by little time passed, and Mr. K could no longer hold his breath. He personally led people to search around.

Finally, there was an explosion sound from far away, which shocked everyone.

"There is an explosion, it came from over there," a US soldier said loudly.

"It is indeed over there, exactly in the same direction as the footprints." The lieutenant also reacted immediately, "Sir, there was an explosion over there. It is very likely that it was a booby trap he arranged, maybe it was accidentally touched by an animal. . But I’m sure it must have come from that direction."

Mr. K also heard clearly, and he began to doubt his judgment. If the person they wanted to hunt down had already gone so far to set up booby traps, then there would be no sense for them to search around here. Because if this person is still hiding here, how can he create an explosion far away?

Mr. K stomped suddenly, "Go! Let's continue chasing!" The lieutenant nodded and led the American troops to chase forward.

Lin Rui lay in the mud and finally heaved a sigh of relief. His plan was successful, and the sound of the c4 explosion, to him, was like a New Year's firecracker as a child, which made people happy and relaxed.

When all these American troops were chasing forward, he slowly got up from the mud, and the muddy water on his body was dripping down continuously. Lin Rui didn't even have time to wash away the mud. He changed direction and fled towards the other side.

Lin Rui had only the last bit of battery left in his GPS. He roughly judged his position, then turned and continued on the road. He must be far enough away from these U.S. troops to ensure that they cannot find themselves even if they look back.

Lin Rui didn't even know how he spent the next few days. The injury coupled with the harsh weather made him slower and slower. After walking for a few days, he had no food, and he also started to stay away from the river, drinking water was also a problem. Worst of all, he finally started to have a fever, a persistent low fever.

Maybe it was a wound infection, maybe it was drinking dirty river water. In short, his head began to heavier, and his feet heavier. And the last bit of GPS power is completely exhausted. He can only roughly judge his position by the direction of the sun.

He leaned against the tree in the jungle and panted, feeling a little ironic. He avoided the pursuit of the US army, but he might not be able to get out of this **** tropical jungle. His communication equipment has long run out of power and cannot communicate with other people. Even the GPS locator is out of power. But if it were not for injuries, these should not have been a problem.

But now he is injured, and may have caused a wound infection. The continuous low-grade fever had a great impact on his body. Just when he thought he would never be able to leave alive, he found a field on the edge of a jungle.

At this moment, Lin Rui almost wanted to kneel down. This was a rice field. He squatted and picked off a lot of rice, which was still slightly yellowish, stuffed it into his mouth to chew. The rice just in the filling stage has a natural smell of rice in the mouth.

Where there is a paddy field, there is a village. Wherever there are villages, there are people, and medicine may be found. Lin Rui took a deep breath. He had never thought that he would be so looking forward to seeing people, even if it was a stranger he didn't know. These ten days of life in the jungle had been embarrassed, and he didn't feel like a person at all.

He did not dare to alarm the nearby villagers, but silently washed his face and body by the nearby river, and then stole the clothes of a villager. Dress yourself up like a local. Judging from the appearance of the local villagers, Lin Rui felt that he should be in Malaysia, or in Indonesia, which is just a small and remote village.

He doesn't understand Malay, but he knows that there should be many Chinese in Malaysia. If you can find a nearby town, you may be able to find a telephone or other communication tool. In this way, you can contact other companions and let them meet yourself.

But to Lin Rui's disappointment, this place was far away from the town and was originally a very remote village. He had to walk all afternoon to reach the nearest town. Lin Rui found a local, spent a long time communicating with this person, and finally used his own lighter as a reward, and asked him to use his motorcycle to send Lin Rui to a nearby town.

Although the fever was still low, getting rid of the hunt and leaving the jungle made Lin Rui feel much better.