Chapter 999 - 996: Concealment
"You better not forget." Lin Chuan's lips curled slightly: "Even Evor doesn't dare to touch me, are you sure you want to?"
Shrek was a bit stunned. Evor, as the director of the American Intelligence Bureau, was someone on the level of conversing with the President of the United States. Even he didn't dare to go against Lin Chuan, which made him an absolute powerhouse. Moreover, Lin Chuan was the captain of the Dark Soldiers, already a primary target for the United States. As long as Lin Chuan didn't cause trouble, the Americans wouldn't dare do anything to him. After all, Lin Chuan's presence was akin to that of an elite strike force.
Thus, Shrek was somewhat at a loss, unsure if he should declare war on Lin Chuan.
Whenever he thought of the Anersen Prison incident, his anger boiled over. That time, over thirty American soldiers died, more than a hundred were injured, and the military lost thirty million US Dollars. It was the greatest shame in the history of the US military, so much so that Shrek has been nailed to the pillar of disgrace ever since. To wash away his shame, Shrek has been relentlessly seeking revenge on Lin Chuan, simply to alleviate his humiliation.
Now, the opportunity has finally arisen, but Shrek hesitated to take action.
"Damn it!" Shrek gritted his teeth and said, "Lin Chuan, what do you want?"
"Let him go!" Lin Chuan said.
"What if I don't?" Shrek asked.
"If you don't, then we'll just leave!" Lin Chuan chuckled and said, "I can't force you to release him, right?"
After saying this, Lin Chuan led over a hundred people away from the American camp, heading straight back the way they came.
Lin Chuan's actions left Shrek dumbfounded, completely perplexed by Lin Chuan's intentions. Clearly here to demand someone's release, but now turning away, leaving an utterly baffling and surprising impression.
"Colonel, they... they just left?" A nearby soldier asked, bewildered.
"Yes." Shrek nodded.
"But, are we just going to let them leave like that?" The soldier asked urgently.
"What else can we do?" Shrek shrugged helplessly and said, "With Lin Chuan's strength and background, are we going to take the initiative?"
"This..." The soldier hesitated for a moment.
Shrek sighed, then said, "Retreat."
"Yes!" The soldiers swiftly withdrew.
Shrek was cautious; he found a soldier and instructed him to drive a vehicle to track Lin Chuan. To see if they really retraced their steps, Shrek absolutely didn't believe Lin Chuan would just leave like that. Lin Chuan was cunning, and with his character, he'd never leave so easily.
..............
In the Toyota, an officer next to Lin Chuan asked, "Mr. Lin, are we really just leaving?"
"What else?" Lin Chuan sneered.
"Are we really going to run back and forth for nothing?" The officer frowned, unwilling to make the trip in vain, knowing Silver Fox was captured, how could they just leave easily? No matter what, they have to try to fight. He couldn't possibly turn a blind eye while their leader was locked inside. He definitely couldn't stand it.
"Of course not!" Lin Chuan's lips curved into a smile and said, "It's broad daylight, the situation is not in our favor, so what we need to do now is rest and wait to act until nighttime. Understand?"
"Yes!" The officer was immediately uplifted upon hearing this.
At this moment, a message came through the communicator: "Mr. Lin, someone is tracking from behind."
"Tracking?" Lin Chuan grinned and said, "Leave it to me!"
After speaking, Lin Chuan pushed the passenger door open and rolled into the bushes. Quickly, he hid within, swiftly tucking himself inside. The convoy maintained a steady pace without stopping.
A Ford off-road vehicle followed closely behind, keeping a distance of about two hundred meters. The car carried two American soldiers, one driving, the other focusing on tracking.
The soldier responsible for tracking continuously held binoculars, occasionally peering at the convoy ahead. As long as the cars in front didn't stop, there was no issue. Once they stop, it would pique their attention. This was the main reason for tracking today. As long as they left Kabul's vicinity, they could return safely. If they settled within Kabul, that meant something fishy was going on.
However, they had no clue that in just that split second, Lin Chuan had already pushed open the car door and jumped out, hiding in the bushes nearby.
Lin Chuan was like a leopard waiting to hunt, ready to leap out of the greenery at any moment. His dark eyes locked onto the Ford SUV slowly approaching nearby. Just as the car passed in front of him, Lin Chuan dashed forward.
Because the speed was slow, Lin Chuan grabbed the rear door handle with one hand and quickly opened the door. He swiftly crawled inside.
Bam!
A muffled sound rang out, and the man in the passenger seat was killed on the spot by Lin Chuan.
The driver reacted too slowly. Lin Chuan's gun was already pointed at the man's temple. The man hurriedly stepped on the brakes, raised his hands, and said awkwardly, "Please, don't kill me, I... I'm just passing by."
"Stop." Lin Chuan sneered and then said, "Turn off the engine, get out of the car."
"Yes, yes, yes!" The American soldier nodded hastily.
Afterward, the man raised his hands above his head and slowly got out of the car. Once he stepped out, Lin Chuan immediately pushed open the left side door of the back seat.
Bam...
Suddenly, the American soldier kicked the car door with immense force, causing it to slam towards Lin Chuan. Just as Lin Chuan was about to jump out, he fell backward, landing on the rear seat. In that instant, he nearly collapsed.
Bang bang!
At this moment, the American soldier hurriedly pulled a pistol from his thigh and wildly fired at Lin Chuan inside the car. Lin Chuan quickly rolled out from the rear door, hiding in the bushes, barely escaping a dire situation. It was really too risky just now. He blamed himself for being too careless; if it were a more skilled opponent, he might have just lost his life.
Lin Chuan cautiously lurked in the bushes, still shaken by the scene. This time, he absolutely couldn't let the opponent escape easily. It was a matter of principle. If the opponent left, he would be in trouble. So Lin Chuan had to carefully handle the adversary's attack.
A peculiar smile flickered on Lin Chuan's lips as he felt the gun in his hand. His opponent was scared silly, now frantically searching for him everywhere. The man clasped the gun with both hands, walking carefully toward the bushes.
Lin Chuan's gun was already aimed at the man's forehead, ready to fire the moment he came within a meter. The adversary had committed a major blunder in jungle warfare, completely exposing himself to the enemy's gunfire.
Just as the opponent took two steps forward.
Bang!
In the bushes, smoke billowed. The tall and robust American soldier instantly fell backward, collapsing. Before death, he pulled the trigger, but it was all in vain—they had been thoroughly defeated by the enemy's gunfire, losing consciousness completely.
Until he lay motionless on the ground, Lin Chuan slowly climbed up from the ground.
He walked over to the enemy. A bullet had pierced the man's forehead, penetrating his brain, rendering him completely dead.
Lin Chuan kicked the corpse, then felt the man's carotid artery until he confirmed death. Immediately, Lin Chuan contacted Fire Fox's team via communicator, and they turned back. More than a dozen soldiers hastily dug a large pit, tossed the two into it, and buried them on the spot.
After burial, a group gathered together, the officer looking at Lin Chuan, asked: "Mr. Lin, what do we do now?"
"First, find a place to conceal ourselves." Lin Chuan instructed, "Have everyone hide in the mountains first, find a spot to cover the cars with branches and leaves."
"Yes!" Then, over a hundred people began bustling. They chopped lots of branches and threw them on the car roofs, hiding the vehicles. The team quickly got busy. The American soldiers' car was also hidden.
Over a hundred people huddled in the woods on the mountain top. They carried branches, munched on beef and fish canned food, eating dry rations all for tonight's battle. Tonight was crucial for them; Silver Fox was in the Americans' hands, forcing them to fight. If they didn't fight today, Fire Fox's hope for tomorrow would be bleak.
"Mr. Lin, should we devise a strategy for tonight?" A nearby officer held a can of fish. This can was produced by Sichuan University Group, known for its seafood canned goods. The taste was nice and suited their palate, much preferred over typical beef cans. The seafood cans were delicious with a very authentic flavor, matching Afghan taste.
"I've decided." Lin Chuan said seriously: "Tonight, I'll infiltrate the enemy camp alone. You will be outside providing cover and surroundings. I'll rescue Silver Fox first, and once he's out, we can withdraw."
"Yes!" The officer immediately nodded.
Lin Chuan's lips curled into a sly smile, said: "Tonight, only success is allowed, no failure."
"Yes!" Everyone nodded in agreement.
On the hilltop, everyone gathered strength. People sat on the floor or lay directly to sleep. Except for a few soldiers who climbed trees to stand guard, others sat down to rest. Lin Chuan leaned against a tree trunk, always having a cigarette in his mouth but never puffing.