Travel through famine years and awaken a post-apocalyptic survival system.

Zhao Qingsong, who was perched in the tree, raised an eyebrow upon hearing the system notification.

Intermediate weapon mastery is truly different; not only can it hit moving targets, but it can also strike vital points. He wonders what the effect of upgrading to advanced level would be.

The legendary sharpshooter in the army?

The kind of match head that can light a match.

Pulling my thoughts back to the animals, I suddenly felt much more confident.

Without thinking, he fired directly at one of them.

"Bang!"

Because of the position, the wolf was hit in the head and fell to the ground instantly.

A head of bronze, bones of iron, and a waist of tofu—that depends on the weapon.

A shotgun that fires marbles might be able to withstand the impact at long range, but it wouldn't be able to withstand the impact of a 7.62mm rifle.

However, Zhao Qingsong frowned slightly because his view was blocked; he could only see the people who were surrounded, which prevented them from being attacked.

The wild boar's location was previously quite open.

not now.

His gaze fell on a gray wolf that was noticeably taller and positioned behind him in the bushes, and he fired immediately.

This must be the wolf king.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, and Gray Wolf fell to the ground again.

really.

With the wolf king killed, the wolf pack instantly lost its cohesion and scattered.

Zhao Qingsong watched from the tree for a while before jumping down and walking towards the people.

……

When he approached the group, he didn't rush forward but looked at them warily.

"What are you doing here? Are you from the police station?"

There are too many imposters these days, especially in this remote mountain area; something's definitely not right.

Upon seeing this, Song Cheng walked out directly.

After glancing around to make sure there were no wolves, he spoke up: "Comrade, I'm from the * District Branch. I'm Song Cheng, the captain of the Political Security Section. Judging from your clothes, you must be from the Security Section, right? The mine? Or the steel mill?"

Zhao Qingsong raised an eyebrow.

It's not surprising that the other party guessed his identity, after all, he was wearing a security guard uniform, and there were mines or steel mills near this mountain.

"Yes, I'm Zhao, a security officer at the steel plant. What are you doing here?"

"Officer Zhao, please don't misunderstand. We really are from the district branch. This is my identification. We're here on a mission..."

He took out his identification documents.

After thinking it over, I still let it go in the end.

He then said, "By the way, since you're from the steel plant's security department, you should know that there's someone in your department named Zhao Qingsong. He solved a case before, you should know that, but due to confidentiality regulations, I can't talk about it."

He was in a hurry because they still had a mission to complete!

Zhao Qingsong raised an eyebrow.

I picked up the notebook from the ground and looked at it; there was no problem.

Actually, I had already guessed that some of them would be fine.

The Political Security Section is not responsible for ideological work, but for political security work, including counter-espionage, counter-subversion, and monitoring enemy and key personnel.

Along with the Public Security Department and the Criminal Investigation Department, it is one of the three major departments of the Public Security Bureau.

What's more, the other party just mentioned his name.

He then walked over with a smile: "Hello, Comrade Song, I am Zhao Qingsong. You're talking about the incident involving Wu Zhiqiang from the steel plant's security department, right?"

He handed over his identification documents.

The other person paused for a moment, took the bag and looked at it, then smiled and said, "So you're Zhao Qingsong!"

"Yes! That's me. What are you doing here? And why are you out of bullets?"

Song Cheng returned the documents to him.

Then he spoke up, saying, "Originally, this matter shouldn't be discussed, but since it's from the steel mill's security department, we can say a few things."

He then recounted what had happened.

After listening, Zhao Qingsong finally understood.

It turns out that it was on the southern coast, and the bald guy's group sneaked in but were caught.

After the man was arrested, he revealed who he needed to contact to carry out sabotage in Beijing.

After a week of surveillance, the officers from the branch office finally managed to lure the man out, but unfortunately, he had accomplices; there were three of them in total.

Two people were injured during the incident and were escorted back.

Song Cheng led the remaining men to chase after the one who had escaped.

The chase lasted for two days, during which they encountered some dangers and ran out of bullets, which is why they were helpless when they encountered these wolves.

After Song Cheng finished speaking, he looked at him and said, "Comrade Zhao, our guns are out of bullets, and the enemy is nearby. We can't let him get away. Can we borrow your gun for a moment?"

We have some wounded comrades here. You and the others go back first, I'll take some men and continue the pursuit. Is that alright?

Zhao Qingsong frowned slightly upon hearing this.

He looked at the people behind them and asked, "Was he shot?"

"No, I was bitten on the thigh by a wolf. If I don't get treatment soon, my life will be in danger."

Zhao Qingsong didn't say anything upon hearing this, and simply walked over.

The cotton trousers on his calves were torn by wolves, and the blood stained the cotton, indicating that he was seriously injured.

"Cut open his trouser leg, but don't cut too much, it's too cold. I have some medicine with me, let's stop the bleeding first."

After saying that, he put down the bow and arrows and guns on his back, took out the backpack he was carrying, and threw the machete in his hand over.

Before opening it, I secretly put some things inside.

"Gauze, great! Quick, quickly open up the cotton pants."

Song Cheng was excited when he saw the items and instructed someone to get him cotton-padded trousers.

The scene started to get chaotic.

Zhao Qingsong took out the gauze and iodine, watching the others busy at work.

When the other person cut open the pants, he saw four large, bloody holes. Fortunately, although the wounds were torn, no flesh was bitten off.

Sprinkle iodine solution on the wound and begin bandaging with gauze.

After working for a while, he stopped, stood up, and said, "Bandaging it up will slow down the bleeding a lot. Get it out of here quickly."

He then looked at Song Cheng and said, "Captain Song, I can't give you this gun, but one of you can stay behind. I'll take you to find someone; I might be able to find that person."

Radar indicated that a person was hiding in the mountains about 1.5 kilometers away.

It's highly likely that the person was hired by the other party.

Of course, it could also be hunters from the surrounding area.

However, as long as he is in this mountain area, he can find the other person.

Song Cheng frowned slightly: "Officer Zhao, I still suggest that we act on our own. The enemy is a well-trained group of people, and they are armed. It's very dangerous."

"Are you sure you can find him in which direction he ran?"

Zhao Qingsong asked a question.

Song Cheng hesitated for a moment: "I don't know. Although the other party was also injured, they have been on the run for a while now, and we don't know where they went. We only know that they are heading in that direction."

He pointed in one direction.

Zhao Qingsong laughed when he saw the direction the other person was pointing.

"Captain Song, it might be troublesome in crowded places, but once we're in the mountains, he can't escape. I know some forest tracking techniques, and given time, I have a 90% chance of catching him."

If he had previously chosen the purchasing department, his task would have been to find ways to procure supplies for the unit.

Now that he's been assigned to the security department, he won't let any opportunity to earn merit slip by.

He then said, "Captain Song, this gun belongs to the unit. Even if you are from the branch office, I cannot hand it over to you. Believe me or not, you'll find out if you take me on a search for a while. If all else fails, then I'll give you the gun to use."

Song Cheng hesitated for a moment.

After all, Zhao Qingsong worked at the steel factory, and he had no right to confiscate the other party's guns.

After thinking for a moment, he agreed: "Alright then, that's the only way. But if you can't find it, just give us the gun and let us handle it. Also, if a battle breaks out, we'll be the ones to go. Okay? This is for your safety."

Zhao Qingsong smiled and agreed, "Sure!"

Once the matter was settled, Song Cheng began making arrangements.

Zhao Qingsong glanced in the direction Song Cheng had pointed earlier and said, "I've already taken down the Wolf King, so we shouldn't encounter too much danger going back. Let's go check that out in a bit."

He then took out some food and handed it to them, saying, "I didn't bring much. You haven't eaten for two days, so have something to eat."

These are all steamed buns made from a mixture of two types of dough. These are some dishes I got from the cafeteria before, but I didn't like them, so I secretly put them into my spatial storage.

Now is the perfect time to take it out.

"Okay, thank you!"

Song Cheng expressed his gratitude, saying he hadn't eaten for two days, and hadn't even had time to eat while hunting wild beasts.

They took the items and each received one.

"I didn't bring much water, just enough for the patients. The rest of you will have to bear with it!"

He took out the kettle and handed it to the patient.

He added some medicinal liquid to it, not a large amount, but enough to stop the bleeding even if it couldn't heal the wound.

The patient, whose lips were chapped, accepted the gift and said, "Thank you."

She gulped down a mouthful before handing it back to him.

Zhao Qingsong took the kettle and said, "Alright, let's not waste any more time."

Upon seeing this, Song Cheng began to distribute the goods.

Song Cheng and another policeman surnamed Wang were left behind.

The remaining two people took the injured patient away first, but before that, they had to chop wood to make a stretcher.

Zhao Qingsong also left behind the bow and arrows and the machete for the men to use for self-defense.

It's a pity these people all had pistols, otherwise he could have given them some bullets.

……

Zhao Qingsong looked at the group before saying, "Alright, let's go. If we take too long, it will be hard to find."

After saying that, he led the way into the woods.

Song Cheng gave instructions to the three men and then followed along with Wang, the clerk.

……

As Zhao Qingsong walked along the road, he would occasionally squat down and pretend to check, and then look around at the surrounding woods.

"Come this way!"

They led their men there.

It was less than two kilometers, but it took them half an hour to finally reach their target.

Zhao Qingsong crouched down, signaling the two people behind him to hide as well.

Song Cheng looked around and said, "What's wrong? Did you find something?"

Zhao Qingsong pointed to a slope not far away and said, "See that? There, there are signs of activity. Someone should have been here."

At this point, he had already determined that this was his destination.

If a hunter were really going into the mountains, he wouldn't be hiding like this.

This is most likely the target that Song Cheng and his group are looking for.

Song Cheng peeked inside, his brow furrowing slightly. "A cave?"

There's a crack in that spot; you can only see the top, but there's most likely a cave below.

Zhao Qingsong nodded: "Yes, it should be a cave. The view from that location is very open, making it difficult to sneak in quietly."

Thinking that the other party had a gun, he pondered how to take them down without taking any damage.

Even if the opponent is injured, his dying counterattack is something he can't withstand. If he himself is hit in a vital spot, he will really be dead.

Song Cheng glanced at the terrain and quickly said, "Okay, give me the gun, I'll go up."

Zhao Qingsong shook his head: "That position is difficult for anyone to secure; once you're out there, you're a sitting duck. You're not made of iron; you can't withstand bullets, can you?"

Upon hearing this, Song Cheng frowned.

indeed.

He had indeed seen the terrain; it was easy to spot people coming from three directions, all within firing range.

While Zhao Qingsong was having a headache, he suddenly thought of something.

He said, "Okay, I'll go around there, and you guys will cover me. Just throw stones to the right. I'll go through from the left."

He pointed to the right side of the cave entrance and said.