Chapter 78: Revised - 38 Low Ridge Jungle Operation (3)
Following the shabby mecha for over a dozen minutes, Stewart couldn’t believe his eyes. Damn it, am I the special soldier or is he the special soldier? Is he the staff officer or am I the staff officer? If this Fatty hadn’t trained, in his past life, he must have been a weasel that stole chickens for a long time!
The Sharp Blade Squad members trailing behind Stewart were even more flustered. They didn’t have time for anything else, desperately allocating all their speed to the mecha’s movements. The shabby mecha ahead made no sound while stealthily moving, its actions as fluid as water, even sneakier than a cat, moving swiftly and lightly. If they still lost track of it, the face of the Fierce Tiger Special Soldier would be utterly lost!
Who wouldn’t know how to disguise and stealth? For the Fierce Tiger Special Soldier, these basic subjects were more familiar than their own manhood. But who would have thought that this lecherous-looking Fatty could execute mecha stealth with such flair, moving like a willow swaying in the wind, damn, like a ghost, disappearing from sight if one was not careful. If he wasn’t one of us, if it weren’t for radar tracking, they would have lost him long ago. Just a moment ago, there was a faint noise ahead, and this guy waved for everyone to stop. In the blink of an eye, he vanished. The radar scanned for quite a while before finding his mecha standing behind a few trees, posing strangely, with camouflage matching the environment so well that it was invisible to the naked eye. They’ve seen sneaky, but not this sneaky! Who’s seen this kind of stealth and camouflage technique?
Stewart was completely silent. This Fatty was not only lecherous but also very professional. His gestures earlier were more seasoned than Stewart’s. Under his lead, the team moved steadily and quickly, with precise route selections, wasting no steps, as if this jungle was his home.
The march speed increased. With Logic’s powerful scan, several camouflaged command posts were eliminated by Fatty one by one. There were no sentries here, making him feel very strange.
Russell, where is this fox hiding? To find one person in such a large area, how is it easy? The holographic radar was as clean as a freshly washed ass, how to find him?
Suddenly, a small dot appeared on Logic’s radar. Fatty quickly raised his hand, issuing a command in the area communication: "All assume defensive formation and gather up!"
As soon as the order was given, fierce explosions and dense energy cannon shots came from the front, the sounds erupting suddenly and intensely in the once-quiet jungle.