fifth form

Chapter 2349: It is better to follow quickly than to follow early
Above the dense thorn bush, Zhang Xuezhou held Ren Yisheng's hand and walked in the air.

He didn't dare fly too high or too fast, for fear of becoming a prime target.

Zhang Xuezhou did not dare to leave Ren Yisheng too far. In Zhang Xuezhou's judgment, Huang Daoxian was good at luck, had powerful magic, and possessed extremely strong spiritual abilities such as erosion.

He needs good luck, and he also needs the cooperation of masters with real abilities.

Or someone like Qimeng Haig who is good at surprise attacks and hard kills, or veteran sequencers like Zhong Rang, Li Qi and others to form a team.

But the accident when launching the rocket launcher disrupted everything. After he and Zuo Jin competed in martial arts, many people scattered, as if each had a target to track and kill. In the end, only he and Ren Yisheng were still holding on tightly together.

"We have something behind us!"

It was not until Zhang Xuezhou stopped flying and stepped on a concrete pole that was broken in two, and Ren Yisheng stopped his cloud-levitating technique, that he was able to speak normally.

"I don't sense the controller!"

Zhang Xuezhou shook his head.

Compared to Zuo Jin's control of those straw men and tree men who are not worthy of being on the stage, Douzi, who can fight with Qimeng Haigri, has completely different strength.

If these beans were driven by the three souls and seven spirits of the dead, Zhang Xuezhou and others would have no trouble destroying them.

But if these beans were objects similar to puppets, or some kind of magical weapon, he and Ren Yisheng would easily be wiped out if they encountered the beans.

Zhang Xuezhou did not try it rashly, but chose to avoid it directly, leaving the problem to others.

But he and Ren Yisheng have to face even bigger problems.

Looking around, the area bombarded by the rocket launcher had sunk, forming a large pit with a radius of 100 meters and a depth of more than 10 meters.

The dust that was raised in the sky was washed away by the rain, and there was no dust everywhere.

Some remaining fragments of the rocket launcher could be seen directly after being washed by rain, and the big pit was charred black. The rainwater accumulated on the ground kept flowing into the pit, forming a small pond in the center of the pit.

Zhang Xuezhou did not see the bronze turtle directly, but he believed that no one had taken it away at that time.

Firstly, the explosion had not happened long ago. Secondly, it was difficult to determine whether the bronze turtle was buried deep or turned into fragments, and it was also difficult to find it in a short time.

They need to search to find the bronze turtle, and Huang Daoxian is no exception.

"Will he come?"

Ren Yisheng seemed a little uneasy.

All their plans did not go as planned, and even the extremely decisive artillery bombardment caused chaos.

The bombing of the camp and the guard center caused various problems, and in the bombed area, it was difficult for Ren Sheng to see the relevant situation for a while.

He asked in a low voice, and Zhang Xuezhou, who was searching, turned off the searchlight he was holding, and then motioned Ren Yisheng to squat down and wait patiently.

Sporadic gunshots were heard. Zhang Xuezhou looked back at the camp, and then looked at the underground construction sites such as West District 8, West District 7, and East District 6.

Without the sound of heavy rain falling, many abnormal noises began to be heard, allowing people to determine which area had a problem.

Ren Yisheng sent some relevant information in the communication, and then had to squat down.

After the lights were turned off, the two did not have to wait long. Just three minutes later, a sound was heard from the other side of the pit.

"Damn it!"

A low voice was heard, and the lights of several lamps in the pit emerged, accompanied by the sounds of rapid digging and searching.

"Being blown into a pit isn't bad, it's better than being hit by bullets on flat ground!"

"The camp and the surrounding garrisons are currently under attack from the Doubing and Doujiang. It should be impossible for them to get out of here!"

"Those people from the Zhao family died unjustly. If they weren't blown to pieces, they could at least be repaired!"

"They have revealed their identities to Zhang Qiaoen, so it is no wonder that they are being used to attract fire and die!"

"It's better to follow them at the right time than to follow them early. They are not as lucky as us!"

"Our abilities..."

As they communicated, Ren Yisheng's expression became increasingly ugly.

Being manipulated by others is one thing, and taking the initiative to surrender is another.

If they are unwilling to be manipulated, not to mention Ren Yisheng, even Wang Haoran and others can find out through a simple investigation, but taking the initiative to surrender and cooperate in hiding is another matter.

It is undoubtedly too difficult to expect them to be able to identify the composition of various people by airborne. The investigation of Zhang Qiaoen's incident in Ontario ended in a very sloppy manner.

"If we had used the Zhang Qiaoen incident to forcibly eliminate these local tyrants..."

If events go back to the past, Ren Yisheng finds that everyone's choices would not be any different, and the great unity of the Red Alliance also stems from the handling of the Luoan incident.

“Maybe there was a better way?”

Ren Yisheng and his team hastily joined the Sequence Committee and could not do better than before, but Ren Yisheng felt that others might be able to do better when making choices.

Either use swift and swift tactics to root out the problem completely, or be kind-hearted and unite everyone, or there are other plans.

If someone's ability exceeds his, then that might be another option.

For the first time, he felt the powerlessness of his high-spirited self and the difficulty in doing things perfectly.

It seems that he is making steady progress and the Eighth Sequence is waving at him from the front, but Ren Yisheng finds that even if he becomes the rotating chairman of the Sequence Committee, he will still have various deficiencies in management and will eventually become a mediocre member of history, and it will not be surprising even if he is scolded by others.

"Can you induce them to fulfill their wish of taking the bronze turtle?"

Ren Yisheng kept silent, frowned and reviewed his own gains and losses. He only heard Zhang Xuezhou's voice in his ears, which made him nod quickly.

He made a gesture to indicate distance, then slowly stood up and adjusted his body.

"found it!"

He looked intently at a man in a black raincoat holding a flashlight. The man, who was closest to Ren Yisheng, shouted excitedly after scratching around in the pit.

"did you find it?"

Another person came running closer with a flashlight.

As his body slowed down, the man began to make joyful sounds.

"This bronze turtle is a bit heavy. Let's dig a little deeper. Send a notice quickly and tell them we found it!"

Joyful voices were heard one after another, causing several people who had not yet approached to nod from time to time.

Some people came closer to help, while others took out communicators and quickly pressed keys to transmit information from a distance.

"After ten minutes, we will collect the bean soldiers and generals, and then we will retreat!"

Someone in the pit quickly edited a text message and sent it. Zhang Xuezhou flew up silently and approached in the dark.

He looked at the content sent by the communication tool used by the other party and felt a little relieved.

By now, they finally found a way to track their target.

Watching the other party click "send" on the communicator, Zhang Xuezhou stretched out his right hand and pointed, directly suppressing the aura of intimidation.

When his body fell into the pit, there was no fear in the eyes of the man who was standing and sending the message. Instead, his body swayed back and forth and he kept struggling, almost trying to break free from Zhang Xuezhou's intimidation and suppression.

This made Zhang Xuezhou, who had just landed, quickly take out the small pistol that Feng Ziqiang had given him and fired another shot. The man fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

Zhang Xuezhou turned the man over, touched his abdomen, and then shot him again.

A tentacle-like vine emerged from the wound, and then Zhang Xuezhou stretched out his hand and pulled it forcefully, pulling out all the broken flesh along with the internal organs.

"You have become a meat puppet without knowing it, and you are still complacent about it. Your death is not unjust!"

Zhang Xuezhou stared at the vines twisted like dead snakes on the man's body, then looked at the 'ten minutes' in the sent message. He calmed down and was not too anxious.

He learned about the 'flower core' from Zuo Jin. The vine had not had its 'flower core' picked yet, so how could he be easily fooled by the other party pretending to be dead?