Chapter 488 Meeting

A loud bird song cut through the noisy street and reached Bai Nuo's ears.

The little girl, hidden high up, slowly peeked out her head, glanced at the chaotic street below, her red lips slightly curved, and a cunning glint flashed in her eyes.

She tossed her hand towards the sky, and a faint green light shot into the heavens like a signal.

Meanwhile, at a dimly lit street corner more than ten kilometers away, Fang Meng looked up at the sky, smiled slightly, and turned to his comrades who had just joined him, whispering, "One o'clock direction, let's go pick them up."

Not long after Fang Meng and his group left, a small grayish-brown bird suddenly flew low over them, chirped a few times, and then spread its wings and flew swiftly forward.

"Follow that bird!"

"Our Blood Vine is really powerful. I suddenly realized that being in a group with the Blood Vine means I'm almost useless with my compass!"

Jin Zicheng, covered in dust and dirt, looked up at the little bird that was always flying ahead, his face full of envy and admiration.

How come he doesn't have this ability? It's simply too powerful!

"How could it be useless?" Leng Rong glanced at the compass still stained with blood in Jin Zicheng's hand and chuckled, "That smash you just made was even more powerful than a brick in our country!"

He instantly crippled half of his opponent's life, then used the edge of the compass to slice into the carotid artery, taking away the other half of his life.

Sometimes, the same weapon can be used in many different ways to achieve even better results.

"No one can compare to Liu Zimeng, who can roam the world with just a wrench. He can circle around enemy lines and leave everything lying flat without a drop of blood. He's not afraid of attracting patrols with the smell of blood."

Coupled with Liu Zi's speed, which is comparable to that of an airplane, the patrol team probably didn't even know whether the attacker was male or female until they died.

"How come I remember this wrench is made of blood vine?" Jin Zicheng asked, glancing at Liu Zi with curiosity as he ran alongside Fang Meng.

Liu Zi grinned, proudly gripping the large wrench in his hand: "Our deputy captain provided each member of the Fifth Team with one, and made us memorize the body's acupoints, especially those fatal points. During training, we were required to swing the wrench 10,000 times a day to develop muscle memory. This was a method devised to avoid trouble when facing the enemy, and also to ensure we could quickly and effectively take down the enemy if we ran out of ammunition or needed to engage in hand-to-hand combat."

"There's this kind of training? Your fifth team is actually keeping it a secret???"

Not only did Jin Zicheng glare at Liu Zi with displeasure, but Leng Rong, who was standing to the side, also glanced at him indifferently.

With Fang Meng leading the way, the two of them only needed to follow along without having to think, leaving all the crises to him. They could bully Liu Zi without any psychological burden.

Liu Zi's lips twitched, and he looked at the two of them speechlessly: "Who said that? Every time our deputy captain is a training instructor, don't you guys always dump your brothers at home into our Fifth Team? The entire special forces team has taken pressure point classes, and everyone has a wrench, but every time you two just dump your guys into our team, you turn around and run away..."

Leng Rong and Jin Zicheng's expressions froze instantly, and they stared blankly at Liu Zi.

"When...when did this happen?"

“Just those few days before the New Year,” Liu Zi scratched his head and replied earnestly with a simple and honest look. “We memorized acupoints so much that we dreamed about acupressure points at night. We’re practically acupressure masters now.”

Leng Rong silently turned his head back and began to obediently run after Fang Meng.

He remembered. A few days before the New Year, the military hospital wasn't busy. Hearing that the Fifth Team had a new training program, he sent a few members of the First Team over without thinking. Then, fearing that Fang Meng and Bai Nuo, those two little rascals, would catch him and train with them, he slipped away without looking back.

With the Lunar New Year just around the corner, who wants to train? Wouldn't it be better for him to stay in the lab and play with his newly acquired thigh bone?

Jin Zicheng is the type who forgets his mistakes easily and has a thick skin. He smiled and leaned towards Liu Zi: "Hey, can I have one too? I've heard that your deputy captain's wrench is specially made by the machine factory. It's especially good for hitting skulls. I want a skull to study new divination techniques."

"Slap! If you utter another word, I'll crack your skull open. You better follow me properly!" Hong Chuangen, who had been running ahead of Jin Zicheng, turned around and slapped him on the head after this guy stepped on his heel for the fifth time.

In an instant, Jin Zicheng's eyes cleared up considerably. He pursed his lips, no longer daring to be smug, and quickly followed obediently.

"Chirp chirp!"

The greyish-brown bird led Fang Meng and his group around most of Nagasaki before finally stopping in a corner of a park.

As Fang Meng made a gesture, the group instantly scattered and concealed themselves.

Less than a minute later, several men wearing Japanese-style coats and looking disheveled emerged from behind a broken fence.

Fang Meng's eyes lit up when he saw the leader, and he whispered excitedly, "Grey Wolf!"

Gray Wolf suddenly looked up, his hand instinctively reaching for his waist, and in the next second he recognized Fang Meng, who had just jumped down from the tree.

"Golden Dragon".

Gray Wolf strode forward and grabbed Fang Meng's hand. He never expected that the country had sent Golden Dragon and his team to provide support.

These are elite soldiers from the military region's independent regiment; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they could take on a hundred men each. They typically don't cooperate with other special operations teams, often leading their own missions independently. They have never lost a mission, making them an invincible and incredibly powerful independent force.

I never expected the leader to be so generous this time!

"It's so great to see you all!" Despite his excitement, Gray Wolf knew it was best not to say too much in public. He quickly stepped aside to introduce the two research experts to Fang Meng and briefly explained the team's current situation.

“You are all seriously injured, and three of you are probably still running high fevers. We need to find a safe place for your team members to rest and recuperate, at least to treat their wounds and administer medication for their high fevers as soon as possible. Otherwise, I can hardly guarantee that you will be able to return home safely.”

Leng Rong glanced at the group behind Gray Wolf and quickly drew a conclusion.

As a successor of Taoist medical skills, he was proficient in the four diagnostic methods of traditional Chinese medicine. He could tell at a glance that these people were in extremely poor condition and would not be able to survive until they returned to China for treatment.

Gray Wolf frowned, looking anxiously at Fang Meng and Leng Rong: "But our top priority right now is to get the two gentlemen back to their country. Our health..."

"It's indeed not advisable to take any further action now. If we make too much of a commotion in our search for you, the border will definitely be heavily guarded. Don't worry, now that we're here, we'll definitely complete our mission."

Fang Meng patted Gray Wolf on the shoulder and said seriously, "Comrade Gray Wolf, this mission is now being taken over by our Independent Team. I am the supreme commander of the entire team from now on, and you only need to follow my orders. Now I order: the entire Wolf Team, come with us and find a place to treat your injuries first!"

"yes!"

At the same time, a brand-new, state-of-the-art fighter jet from the Amur Nation quietly flew over Nagasaki and disappeared into the horizon.