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Chapter 374 Forest Tracking【Ask for a gift, ask for a monthly ticket】

Spinning a circle in the air, landed on the positioning point accurately, the body stopped steadily, and took off the umbrella bag at will.

Zhuang Ming still felt a little unfulfilled, um, wait a little later next time!
In the silent forest, there was no sound at this time, except for a round of cold crescent moon hanging in the night sky, there was nothing.

Zhuang Ming had already memorized the map of this area in his heart. This area was almost covered with forests, and it would take a long time to find the village.

Because of smuggling, it does not mean that there are no people living in the virgin forest. In some open spaces near water sources, there will be a small village scattered from time to time.

The smuggling thugs are not stupid, they do not and will not enter these small villages directly, and many of these small villages also have backgrounds, which can be formed by those large smuggling gangs in order to supply themselves.

After a long time, many people have formed villages on this border, which can not only facilitate supplies, but also train some armed forces.

This place no longer belongs to the territory of the Dragon Kingdom, but belongs to the border of the Persian Cat Kingdom, and the control of the border by the Persian Cat Kingdom is extremely poor, or even completely ignored, which gives some lawbreakers some opportunities.

The dim moonlight can't stop Zhuang Ming's eyesight which has gradually surpassed that of ordinary people.

First he looked around briefly, then Zhuang Ming found a soft place and sat down.

In the primeval forest, due to long-term accumulation, the ground is full of deep dry leaves, and because there has been no rain for a long time in the southwest, the climate is a bit dry, and the leaves on the ground are not wet, but rather soft.

Zhuang Ming casually took out some food from the portable space, had something to eat before setting off.

After a brief coping, Zhuang Ming began to quickly scan the forest. With the faint moonlight, Zhuang Ming could see all the traces clearly, and his eyes were comparable to night vision goggles.

Indentations and footprints of leaves, broken branches, scratches on large trees.
All these possible multiple tramples were reproduced one by one in Zhuang Ming's eyes, and Zhuang Ming could even guess the approximate number of people.

Suddenly Zhuang Ming's eyes shrank suddenly, because he saw the small black holes on the big tree not far away, and he knew that it happened just yesterday. The big tree is spiritual, and the time is too long. Will heal one by one, while the small hole is still intact.

The figure who had just stood suddenly disappeared and appeared next to the small hole, and wiped it lightly with his fingers.

"It seems that he was indeed attacked by a sniper!" Zhuang Ming's eyes flashed sharply, and he recognized that this was not a bullet hole from a submachine gun or a rifle, but the effect of a sniper rifle.

Then he started running in the forest, walking in the direction he had just determined, and the speed was not fast.

While running, Zhuang Ming still needed to find clues from the messy scene. Of course, to Zhuang Ming, this little problem was not taken seriously at all.

To Zhuang Ming, this level of thinking is like instinct.

Zhuang Ming is like a hunter who has lived in the deep mountains for a long time. He seems to know this strange forest well, and his speed is faster than anyone else.

In the primeval forest, the roots of old trees are entangled. Because of the age of many big trees, those roots protrude high from the ground, but because the top is covered with thick leaves, sometimes it is easy to fall into a small hole when stepping on it. In small potholes, coupled with high-speed running speed, if you don't have good skills, you will fall directly to the ground, or even twist your feet.

But these are nothing to Zhuang Ming.

A figure was walking in the dark night in the virgin forest that was as silent as a cemetery, as silent as water, without even a single ripple.

Silently, Zhuang Ming's figure was like a ghost in the night!
Where Zhuang Ming passed by, even a single bug could not be heard, maybe because it was late at night, and the bugs were all asleep?

Of course this is impossible!

The main reason is that Zhuang Ming didn't deliberately restrain his aura at this time, and this feeling of entering the forest is like returning home, which makes Zhuang Ming very comfortable. Although it is midnight or dark night, to Zhuang Ming, it is the best of times.

It was also because Zhuang Ming didn't really like the sound of insects, so they released a little breath. Insects are always more sensitive than humans, and they are very sensitive to Zhuang Ming's breath. The sound stopped instantly within a certain range, and there was silence.

If one insisted on talking about sound, only the sound of Zhuang Ming's simple and powerful footsteps and faint and inaudible breathing sounded continuously.

The footsteps were very light, and only Zhuang Ming could hear the sound of breathing.

Zhuang Ming is like a ghost in the dark night, maybe if you don't pay attention, he will disappear.

Such a person is the scariest thing in the forest, because you don't know where he will appear from.

Suddenly, Zhuang Ming's figure stopped.

If someone is here, they will hear Zhuang Ming talking to himself: "It's actually divided into two roads. If you have the energy to do this, it seems that you are still in this forest."

Zhuang Ming looked at the two roads observed in front, there are actually three, but that one was excluded by Zhuang Ming. From his point of view, that road is obviously the left-behind ecstasy array, and that road is thick. The footprints on the leaves were obviously a little darker. This was only discovered under Zhuang Ming's terrifying eyesight. One was okay, but if they were all of them, something was very wrong.

Moreover, there were messy footsteps beside him, which could be seen as stalkers.

As for the two observations, one is very obvious, and the other is almost invisible. It has been specially processed and well concealed. It is not a top tracking expert, and it is often deceived here.

This group of people who have been able to follow them here shows that they are indeed very good at following them, and they have been able to hold on for so long without falling behind, which shows that they are already good.

But long-term follow-up will make them have to make quick judgments and form a thinking pattern, which is prone to mistakes.

Zhuang Ming's eyes flashed with a cold stern light, which made the members of the Dark Dragon think of coming out and fleeing separately, someone must have been injured.

Injured, in such a situation, is also very critical. Injured in the primeval jungle, or sniper wounded, even if there is first aid treatment, bleeding can easily cause a person to go into shock.

"Go, this way!" Zhuang Ming decisively chose one of them.

Sure enough, within 10 minutes of Zhuang Ming's raid again, he saw blood spots on the ground that couldn't be concealed. Although they had dried up and might be ignored inadvertently, Zhuang Ming found them clearly at a glance, and this The traces of time have been messed up a lot.

After rushing again for 5 minutes, there were more and more bloodstains, and there was no cover-up, and the footsteps became much messier.

Zhuang Ming still had a calm expression, but a stream of light flashed in his eyes from time to time.

(End of this chapter)