Chapter 46

Large areas of beautiful clouds dye the sky bright orange-red, and the sunset that has not yet fallen hangs in the sky, dyeing the tall buildings in the center of the city with a layer of beautiful glaze. Looking down from the tall buildings, the vehicles and pedestrians on the ground are like tiny dust, and mediocre people are rushing on the ground endlessly. The whole city is like a living steel monster. The wide streets with great connections send fresh blood into its heart hub that never stops pumping.

The building of Lishi Group is standing in the heart of the city.

Han Li looked cold and looked down at the project on his desk with a blank expression.

The huge office is quiet and deserted.

Over the past few months, he has quietly eroded the market share and control resources of the Han family's enterprises bit by bit, and sent people to secretly acquire scattered shares. The lines scattered in his hands gradually weave into a huge net, waiting for the opportunity to gather.

The screen of the mobile phone placed on the table suddenly flashed, and the vibration of being pressed on the solid wood desktop looked particularly loud in the quiet office.

Han Li raised his eyes and swept casually in the direction where the sound came.

It was a message from Zhao Yun.

Several of the keywords jumped out clearly in this casual glance, which made Han Li's eyes pause slightly, and his eyes were parked on a few short lines of words on the screen of his mobile phone.

He reached out to grab the phone, and gently touched the screen with his fingers twice. The female host's voice mixed with noisy background sound suddenly jumped out of the phone, instantly driving away the silence in the office:

"…The Yunwu Mountains have reappeared in heavy fog in six years. The area of ​​this impact has exceeded a record high. The number of trapped people is currently unknown..."

Han Li's face was condensed, and his distinct facial features were dark and unclear by the flashing light on the mobile phone screen. He moved his fingertips, turned off the video interface, and the noisy and chaotic sound disappeared from his ears in an instant.

He threw his phone aside, and the hard metal shell collided with the desktop with a loud noise.

Han Li lowered his eyes again and read the heavy plan in front of him.

But for some reason, he knew every word and sentence in front of him, but the meaning of the words combined was vague and chaotic, which made him feel irritated.

Han Li picked up the pen and slapped two words beside the project: "Remake it."

The handwriting is sloppy and the strength is penetrated through the back of the paper.

He closed the folder and unconsciously tapped his thick and hard shell.

After a long time, Han Li once again reached out and picked up his phone, skillfully searched out the variety show that the person in charge of Cheng Xi had sent him before. His dark eyes were staring at the shooting location above. On his expressionless face, his thin lips were pursed into a sharp straight line, and his lips were tight, which seemed particularly cold and resistant.

Just a spy arranged by Han Ershen.

But for some reason, it seemed that a stone called Meng Mingxuan was thrown into his calm lake. Not only did he disturb the water surface, but even the deep mud and undercurrents under the pond were stirred up, as if something was in his heart was clamoring uneasy, as if he would regret it for life if he didn't do anything next.

This emotion upset Han Li.

——However, the desire to paralyze Han Zizhuo made him think that the hidden thread he placed was given enough attention and he had to do a full set of acting.

Han Li seemed to have figured out something, and the tense heartstrings in his heart instantly relaxed.

He swiped open his cell phone and dialed Zhao Jun's phone. The low voice was as simple and powerful as usual:

"Use resources and find people with all your might."

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Chenkong bent his legs and sat on the cold stone, his deep eyes lowered, and his fingertips casually played with the dagger he carried with him.

The sharp blade reflected a pale cold light between his fingers.

Zhuang Xiangyang glanced at him secretly, then quickly withdrew his gaze like a thief, and his heart was filled with slump.

The panic and fear that had been trapped before had disappeared after being trapped for nearly an hour. The dense white mist in front of him enveloped the airtight range. Such a monotonous scene made people feel bored and tired after staring for more than an hour, so he couldn't help but think of the expression on Meng Mingxuan's face when he suddenly grabbed him. At that moment, he seemed to feel that the person in front of him was completely unfamiliar.

...It's even a bit scary.

Zhuang Xiangyang thought quietly in his heart, and involuntarily raised his eyes and looked towards the direction where he was sitting in the air.

But suddenly met the other person's gaze.

For some reason, when those light-colored amber-colored eyeballs stared at him, even though there was no extra look in his eyes, it still made Zhuang Xiangyang's uncontrollable back chill.

He smiled awkwardly and asked in a random manner:

"Haha, speaking of it, Mingxuan, you asked us to go back to the camp just now. Did you find something? How did you do it?"

Chen Kong glanced at him lightly, without answering, but turned his head to look at the uncle who was still carrying the camera, and asked calmly:

"You said, all the machines and equipment have failed? Including the camera?"

The uncle nodded a little dejectedly, took off the camera on his shoulder and showed it to Chen Kong. There was a snowflake in the narrow screen and nothing could be recorded.

Chen Kong nodded with satisfaction.

The system says that one of the possibility of being judged to be exposed is whether the target person has enough evidence to undoubtedly associate himself with his previous temporary identity. Now the camera cannot work properly, at least there is no need to worry too much about physical evidence.

As for the witness...

Chen Kong's eyes slowly swept across the four people in front of him, Zhuang Xiangyang, Ran Wan, and two photographers, with a slight curve on his lips -

He has some means to prevent them from leaking what happened next.

Chen Kong stood up, loosened his stiff shoulders, and was too lazy to continue disguising Meng Mingxuan's character.

He took off his backpack from his shoulders, threw it into Zhuang Xiangyang's arms, and ordered in an undecisive tone:

"Wait."

After saying that, before everyone could react from the daze, Chen Kong stepped back and tightened into a flexible bow shape. He exerted force under his feet, climbing up skillfully and skillfully along the three big trees that were thick and thin beside him. His toes were like walking on the ground on the rough bark, and his center of gravity was slightly pressed down, like a soft cat, which disappeared into the milky white mist in a few blinks.

Everyone sitting on the roots and stones was stunned.

Zhuang Xiangyang's eyes were straight, and he subconsciously pushed Ran Wan beside him with his elbow: "That... have you seen it..."

Ran Wan looked up at the thick fog above her head and said in a daze:

"I saw it, it's so...so amazing..."

More than ten minutes later, a sharp and harsh sound came from the top of his head, as if the friction sound of a dagger rubbed through the bark. Then, several long vines hung down from the fog above his head, and his body jumped lightly from the air, stepping steadily on the stone, with a relaxed and plain expression, as if the person who climbed the giant tree more than 20 meters in the blink of an eye was not himself.

He let go of the vine in his hand, bent down and picked up his back from Zhuang Xiangyang's arms, and threw it behind him.

Zhuang Xiangyang woke up from his dream and widened his eyes and said stammeringly: "I, I'll go, buddy, how did you do it..."

Chen Kong turned his head and looked at him, his mouth slightly opened, and a smile appeared:

“Exercise more.”

Before the other party could react, Chen Kong turned his head indifferently, raised his hand and pointed to a direction in the mist, and spoke:

"Let's go there."

"Wait..." The photographer shook his head with some disagreement and said, "In this case, even in the tree, we should not see the location of the camp. We just walked rashly in that direction. What if you judged wrongly and we were lost? I asked me to say that it would be better for us to wait for rescue in place. After all, as you said before, the location of the camp is fixed, and we haven't walked too far. At that time, just find the camp and then find us from there is the best way."

Chen Kong sneered coldly: "Who said I was in the tree to find a camp?"

The photographer did not expect him to say this, and he was stunned: "...huh?"

Chen Kong slowly pulled down the vines he had pulled from the tree, then took out a dagger to flatten the burrs on it, and kept moving his hands and said casually: "It will take at least two days to find the camp from the fog. When you arrive at the camp, you will conduct a carpet-style search with the camp as the center without a compass. Guess how many days it will take to find us?"

The uncle was stunned for a while, obviously not expecting this problem.

Chen Kong threw the processed vines in his hand to Zhuang Xiangyang and Ran Wan, and then looked up at the uncle, narrowing his amber eyes:

"We came out to do the task this time. Not only did we not bring any food or water, but we basically all the tools were in the camp. Most of the small animals in the jungle were driven away or hidden due to fog - how are you going to survive in this place while waiting for rescue?"

His voice was steady and indifferent, but the uncle's face gradually became pale and he finally fell silent.

Chen Kong threw the vine in his hand to him: he said lightly:

"Hurry up, don't get separated on the road, otherwise I won't have time to go back and find someone who is left behind."

He turned his head and looked around everyone around him and said, "We are going to find the water source. Finding the water means having water and food. I have made a mark back from the river. Even if we take a step back, we have not found the way back to the camp due to the fog, and we can find the way down the mountain along the river - as long as you don't get lost, I can take you out alive, do you understand?"

Chen Kong's body seemed to have a calm and powerful pressure, and at this moment when he was involuntarily at ease.

His eyebrows and eyes were indifferent and scattered, but he instantly stabilized everyone's shaken mind like a mainstay.

Everyone stood up and grabbed the vine.

Two photographers bent down to pick up the camera on the ground. When they were about to carry it on their backs, they were stopped by Chen Kong:

"Stop memorizing it, let it go."

They frowned in embarrassment and looked at each other: "But..."

Chen Kong interrupted them impatiently: "Are you going to carry such an iron lump on your back? Do you want to cross mountains and rivers in this situation? Do you want life or machines?"

They lowered the camera dejectedly, then grabbed the vine and followed Shen Kong into the mist.

It is very dangerous to shuttle through the primitive jungle with extremely low visibility, especially since it not only seizes human vision, but also takes away the vision of other wild animals that have not had time to escape. This greatly increases the possibility of hitting other creatures in the jungle. However, after walking for only half an hour, Shenkong encountered two deer and a rabbit rushing through the fog. He let the deer go and left the rabbit.

Chen Kongfang twisted its neck without changing color, and then threw its soft body that still had residual warmth into its backpack.

He said naturally:

“We have dinner.”

The people behind him looked blank and could no longer express more surprised expressions. They just looked silently at the terrible man in front of him, acting freely in the fog, as if this was not a disaster for him, but just an ordinary meal and drinking water.

When vision cannot come in handy, other senses become particularly keen.

Chen Kong carefully stepped over the raised tree roots under his feet, listened carefully to the abnormal movements of the sound not far away, and walked forward with the people behind him when he confirmed that there was no danger in front of him. In addition, every time he walked for a period of time, Chen Kong had to climb up to the treetops to confirm whether their direction was accurate, which led to their footwork being greatly slowed down.

The sky gradually dimmed.
To be continued...