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　　 In the dark night, this holiday town close to the north is not as quiet as in the past. The horns of police cars fluctuate and the roars of the intercom are endless.

　　 Several police cars whizzed past the center of the town as they chased the fugitive prisoner.

　　 "Sheriff, Arthur is dead!"

　　 Listening to the voice on the intercom, the young police officer shuddered and looked at the officer driving ahead.

"Damn it!" Hearing the bad news, Chief Will beat the steering wheel severely, anger filled his heart, and the corner of his eyes nearly cracked and shouted: "Notify Sam, Jack that their vacation is over! Let them bring weapons. And equipment to follow!"

　　 "Yes, sheriff." The young police officer immediately used the walkie-talkie to call for support.

　　 "Arthur! I will avenge you!"

　　 Sheriff Will looked at the motorcycle with the red taillights in the distance, staring at the man who was riding, "Rambo is it! I will let you know how good I am!"

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　　 On the tree-lined path leading to the mountain from the small town, a motorcycle galloped past and headed for the mountain quickly.

Suddenly, Rambo, who was cyclist, saw that there was no way to go. He hurriedly pressed the brakes. Affected by inertia, he did not grasp the front of the car for a while, flew out, and fell directly into the dry grass in front of him. Among.

　　 With a click, Rambo fell to the ground in pain.

"Beep……"

　　 The horn of the police car behind him got closer and closer, and Rambo knew he couldn't stay here more! He endured the pain behind his back, gritted his teeth and stood up, limping towards the Wells Mountains that stretched for hundreds of kilometers.

Within dozens of seconds, several police cars stopped at the dead-end road. Sergeant Will opened the door and walked off ahead of him. He held the police gun in his right hand and cautiously touched it forward, only to see a rollover not far away. The motorcycles on the ground are still making a "roaring" engine mechanical sound.

"Sheriff, the prisoner may have fled to the mountain." Several police officers behind him checked the surroundings and one of them came to report: "Sergeant Will, I think we should notify the state. Police, let them send people to the mountain to search."

"State trooper? You said you call the state trooper!" Sheriff Will suddenly turned his head and stared at the man, roaring with red eyes, "Don't you know that if the state trooper comes over, this case will be handed over to them." ?"

"I... I know the sir." The officer felt the sergeant's aggressive aura, took a step back subconsciously, swallowed and said: "But the prisoner fled into the Wells Mountains. It's too big here, it's not. What we can accomplish."

"Enough! I have notified the police officers who are on vacation to cancel their vacation. They will bring police dogs and equipment to support us. There will be helicopter support tomorrow morning. I believe we can definitely arrest the **** criminal! "

　　 Sheriff Will squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the dark and silent mountain in front of him. As the sheriff and resident of the holiday town, he naturally knew how big the Wells Mountains were. It is no exaggeration to say that this mountain range stretches for at least hundreds of kilometers, and it is impossible for the police officers of these small towns to arrest the damned prisoner in this mountain.

　　 But no matter how difficult it is, Sergeant Will secretly vowed in his heart that he must arrest Rambo in order to avenge his good friend Police Officer Bearded Arthur!

　　 After pondering for a moment, Sheriff Will said with a gloomy expression: "Tom, you are here waiting for follow-up support, and the rest of you will join me in the mountain!"

"Yes, sir."

Several police officers listened to the commander’s order to enter the mountain. They couldn’t help but looked at the gloomy and dark mountain. It seemed to be a roar from a wild beast, which made a few people’s hearts trembled. Although they didn’t want to, they could only Biting the bullet, followed the sheriff into the mountain with a flashlight.

　　……

The moon blooms, the stars are rotten, and between the mountains and forests, there is a vaguely black figure rushing in the fast jungle. His speed is very fast, he passed through a jungle in the blink of an eye and came to an abandoned lumberyard. .

The figure rummaged around in the abandoned logging yard. In a dilapidated wooden room, he found a few old and ragged sacks. He tore it forcefully and tore the sacks open with a slit, just as he was about to put him on his wet upper body. , Suddenly heard a little movement outside the door.

"Who!"

　　 Rambo grasped the baton in his hand vigilantly and stared at the door of the wooden house.

　　 Someone outside the door faintly smiled and said, "Wearing a sack is uncomfortable. Don't catch a cold in such a cold night."

"who are you!"

　　 "Who am I? I want to ask who you are! Why did you come to my house?"

"Your house?" Rambo frowned. With the help of the moonlight coming in from outside, he briefly glanced at the wooden house. Although it was covered with dust, he could still find traces of human life. As if no one came in for many years.

　　 "Of course, I have been living here recently."

　　 The man outside the door said again: "I think I can go in and talk? It's really cold outside. UU Reading www.uukánshu.com"

　　 He didn't know who the person outside the door was, but he didn't seem to be a police officer in the small town. After thinking about it, he shouted, "Come in."

　　 "You first light up the kerosene lamp on the table."

　　 Kerosene lamp?

Rambo turned his head and looked at the table and saw that there was a kerosene lamp on it. After hesitating for a few seconds, he stepped forward and picked up the match on the table. With a "stab", a faint flame appeared on the match, and he quickly turned on The kerosene lamp lit the wick.

　　 A few seconds of work, the originally dim wooden house, under the light of a kerosene lamp, illuminates the whole house, revealing Rambo’s resolute face.

　　"Tread"

　　 The moment the light was lit, Gu Ren walked into the wooden house vigilantly, and at first glance he saw Rambo standing next to the kerosene lamp with a baton.

"who are you?!"

　　 Looking at the man with the Asian face in front of him, Rambo frowned.

　　 "Get to know, my name is Stallone." Gu Ren stretched out his right hand with a smile across his mouth.

　　 Rambo saw that the other party did not seem to be malicious, and shook hands with Gu Ren, and introduced himself: "My name is John Rambo."

　　 Simply shook his hand, Gu Ren raised his eyebrows, and asked knowingly, "Have you been a soldier?"

　　 Rambo stared, and the whole person subconsciously became vigilant. He clenched the baton in his right hand, ready to fight at any time.

　　 "Your palm is very rough, especially on the mouth of your thumb and index finger. The calluses there are very thick. I think only soldiers who have touched the gun for many years can grow such thick calluses." Gu Ren pointed to Rambo's hand.

　　 Rambo glanced at his callous palm, looked up at Gu Ren, did not respond to the other party's question whether he had been a soldier, but said: "I think you haven't told me who you are?"

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