Tiger, I rejected the iron rice bowl.

Wang Yuyu's eyes lit up, and she immediately had an idea.

He suddenly stood up, his broad back arching gently to support Tang Li, who was pressing down on him.

Caught off guard, Tang Li was so frightened her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. She instinctively wanted to scream, but forced it back, letting out only a weak gasp: "What are you doing?! Get down! Do you want to be discovered?"

Wang Yuyu completely ignored her panic, and with extremely light steps, dragged Tang Li towards the boulder.

His paws sank into the snow, making only a very faint "rustling" sound, which was completely masked by the sound of the wind blowing through the trees.

Tang Li didn't dare to breathe, holding Wang Yu tightly with both hands, her heart in her throat.

She stared intently ahead, afraid that her and Wang Yuyu's movements would alert Fan Zhengcheng and the others, and even more afraid that the Zhang brothers, Baohai and Baotian, would suddenly appear and discover them, the two "uninvited guests."

If they ruin the arrest plan, that would be a real disaster.

Not long after, Wang Yuyu dragged Tang Li silently to the side of the boulder.

He looked down at the soft snow beneath his feet, then suddenly lay down on the snow. With a gentle roll and a slight arch of his broad body, he carved a snow pit into the side of the boulder, just big enough for a man and a tiger to fit.

From a distance, the snow pit blends seamlessly with the surrounding snow, and with the camouflage cloth providing cover, the man and the tiger appear like a snowdrift naturally piled up next to a boulder.

Let alone people far away, even if they are right next to you, you wouldn't be able to spot the slightest flaw without careful observation.

Time slipped by amidst the biting cold and extreme tension. The chill from the snow seeped through her clothes, making Tang Li's hands and feet numb.

Just when she was about to give up, two moving white figures finally appeared in the depths of the distant dense forest.

The shadows blended almost seamlessly into the surrounding snow; without careful observation, it was impossible to tell that they were two people.

As the shadows drew closer, Tang Li finally recognized them as the Zhang brothers, Zhang Baohai and Zhang Baotian.

The two were completely covered up, wearing white camouflage clothing, white hats and masks, and over them were capes made from white bed sheets, making themselves blend perfectly into the snow.

They hunched over, their steps extremely light, revealing only their eyes, which warily scanned their surroundings. Every few steps they would stop and listen intently, like two cunning snow foxes.

Just as the two were about 100 meters away from Fan Zhengcheng's ambush zone, Zhang Baohai, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped. His body tensed instantly, and he slowly raised his head, like a wary wolf, turning his head to carefully observe the surrounding movements.

Zhang Baotian, who was walking behind, almost bumped into him. He quickly stopped and asked in a low voice, "Brother, why did you stop? What happened?"

Zhang Baohai's expression was grave, and his voice was extremely low: "Brother, something's wrong with this place. It's too quiet. Don't you notice? Even the birdsong and insect chirps have disappeared?"

"Something's not right?" Zhang Baotian followed his gaze and looked around. There was nothing but endless white snow and bare trees.

He scratched his head in confusion. "Brother, are you tired from traveling? Are you too nervous? Why don't I lead the way?"

"No, absolutely not!"

Zhang Baohai shook his head vigorously, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably. The unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger. "My eyelids have been twitching since just now, and I'm panicking. I have a feeling that if I go any further, I'll die here!"

"Quick, get the gun out! Let's find another way to go around!"

"Oh!" Zhang Baotian didn't dare to be negligent and nodded quickly. He swiftly took off the hunting rifle wrapped in layers of white cloth from his back, skillfully released the safety, held the muzzle in his hand, and cautiously aimed at the dense forest in front of him. His back was pressed tightly against Zhang Baohai, forming a defensive posture.

The two stood back to back, their eyes fixed on the front, slowly and cautiously backing away, their expressions extremely tense, even their breathing becoming rapid.

Fan Zhengcheng, hiding in the snowdrift, felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

He thought it over carefully, and there were no flaws in the ambush setup. He wondered how those two guys had sensed something was wrong.

But seeing the two men retreating, he knew he couldn't wait any longer, or they would get away completely!

Fan Zhengcheng suddenly lifted his head from the snowdrift and roared, "Attack!"

As soon as the words were spoken, more than a dozen police officers rushed out from their hiding places like tigers descending a mountain, their guns all pointed at the two men, shouting in unison, "Police! Don't move!"

"Put down your weapons and put your hands up!"

The roar shook the trees, causing the snow to fall in a flurry, instantly shattering the silence of the forest.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot pierced the sky, and even faster than the police's shouts came the sniper hidden on a high vantage point in the distance.

A bullet struck a pine tree not far from Zhang Baohai with pinpoint accuracy, sending splinters flying into his face.

Zhang Baohai was startled and instinctively shrank his neck. When he looked up, he saw a dark gunshot hole in the tree trunk.

His expression changed drastically; he knew he'd met his match. Without thinking, he roared at Zhang Baotian, "Brother, split up and run!"

These two brothers were also experienced poachers; they reacted extremely quickly, immediately throwing their hunting rifles into the snow.

Running with a gun is too cumbersome, and if the police catch you and you resist with a weapon, the charges will be more serious; you might even be picked off by a sniper.

Then, one of them darted to the left and the other to the right, throwing off their backpacks, cloaks and other unimportant items as they ran to lighten their load as much as possible.

"Don't let them get away!"

Seeing this, Fan Zhengcheng strode after Zhang Baohai, shouting to the others, "Team One, follow me and chase Zhang Baohai! Team Two, go and capture Zhang Baotian! Make sure you take him down!"

"yes!"

A dozen or so police officers immediately split into two groups and chased after the two poachers.

Wang Yuyu, hiding in a snow pit beside the boulder, saw this scene clearly. His amber eyes burned with excitement, and the hair on his body almost stood on end.

His claws dug into the snow, his tail swung wildly, his blood boiling with excitement. If Tang Li hadn't been pressing down on his back, he would have already rushed out to chase after her.

"A secure job! You'd better lie down and stay put! Don't move!"

Tang Li tightly clamped her legs around Wang Yuyu's waist, pressed her hands firmly against his tiger head, and was almost "welded" to his back, using her own weight to firmly suppress this restless tiger.

"This is a police investigation, not for you to interfere! This isn't your job, so stay where you are and don't move, understand?"

But at this time, the mountains and forests had just experienced a heavy snowfall, and the snow was so thick that it reached up to the knees, requiring a great deal of effort to run each step.

The Zhang brothers, Baohai and Baotian, were familiar with the terrain and had distanced themselves from Fan Zhengcheng and his men by more than 100 meters. Under the cover of the snow, they seemed to be on the verge of breaking free from their pursuit and escaping completely.