Chapter 864: Joining the Gang

"They are all people who crawled out of a pile of dead bodies. You be careful," Tian Dan instructed.

"Sister, don't look at my age; my experience is even greater. Don't worry, I'll be fine." After bidding farewell to Tian Dan, He Yuzhu stepped on the gas and arrived at Xiahuayuan just as the sky was turning dark.

He first tidied himself up with an outfit—a green top, blue trousers, and a tattered straw hat—then strapped on a broken wicker basket, looking exactly like a country bumpkin heading up the mountain to pick mushrooms and gather mountain goods.

Once he was all set, He Yuzhu turned on his spatial detection, and his whole person was like he had been fitted with a Radar, beginning to weave through the forest.

Don't look at the fact that he was nearly sixty; his steps were nimbler than a young man's, moving as fast as flying.

This stretch of mountain was not small, at least ten square kilometers.

It happened to be summer, and the Linzi was lush and overgrown, with the tree canopy blocking out the sky and sun.

For an ordinary person to find a few people here, it was truly like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But He Yuzhu was familiar with this place.

Although forty years had passed and the density of the forest had changed, the mountain had not, and the Cave was still there.

With a target, finding people was easy. He quickly felt his way to the hiding spot of this group.

You have to say, the place these bandits chose was really not bad—a Cave halfway up the mountain, with a small waterfall hanging by the side.

He Yuzhu crept over silently. He didn't walk from the bottom up, but instead climbed to the top of the mountain first, then slid down.

Arriving at the top of the cave where the few people were staying, he pricked up his ears to listen—judging by the accent, it sounded like Burmese.

Just as He Yuzhu was about to make a move, three people suddenly came out naked.

They ran under the small waterfall and started to bathe, joking and laughing as they washed; the sound of their laughter could carry for two miles.

The six people took turns bathing, then started to eat, munching on canned food while drinking beer.

He Yuzhu couldn't help but sigh: "These people are too bold. They ran all this way to kill someone, and they're still this arrogant? Fine, today I'll let you see what 'tough' really means."

He Yuzhu had been suspecting that these people definitely had someone waiting to meet them outside, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

But he waited until the early hours of the morning, and still didn't see anyone else come by.

He Yuzhu decided to act.

He came down from the mountaintop and slit the throat of the bandit guarding the cave entrance with one knife stroke.

This time he didn't want to use his space; he wanted to do it one knife stroke at a time, to let these bastards see some blood.

Another sentry heard the commotion and turned around abruptly.

He Yuzhu swung his Dagger in a reverse motion, and a pillar of blood immediately spurted from the man's neck.

The noise outside the cave still woke the five people inside.

Four people rushed out carrying Submachine Guns.

He Yuzhu reached out, grabbed a protruding rock, and with one leap, climbed to the top of the Cave.

He pulled that sniper rifle straight out of his space and blew the head off the person charging in the front with one shot.

The three people behind reacted extremely quickly, turning their heads and firing wildly in the direction He Yuzhu had shot from.

But how fast was He Yuzhu? He had long since flashed to the side of the three people.

"Bang!" One shot, hitting another person square in the chest.

The remaining two were completely panicked.

They thought they were tough enough, but they hadn't expected to run into a god of death.

The two turned and ran into the cave, shouting gibberish.

But they didn't realize that with this turn, their lives were as good as forfeit.

"Bang, bang!" Two shots.

The two people collapsed to the ground one after another, blood bubbling from the backs of their heads, a dark patch in the moonlight.

Just at this moment, He Yuzhu saw another person bolt out of the cave.

This person didn't run down the mountain, but instead clawed at the rocks to climb upward.

He Yuzhu didn't want to kill him. Let him go, follow him, and fish out the big fish behind him.

This guy who ran out was the person in charge of this assassination mission—Danzeng. He was a foreign national hired by the FBI, a cold-blooded killer who had long been active in Southeast Asia.

Today he felt particularly bad, so he hadn't followed the others out to bathe and eat, staying hidden in the cave the whole time.

But he never imagined that his premonition would come true—and even less did he imagine that his six subordinates would all be taken care of in the blink of an eye.

Run quickly, get the message out.

He lay behind a large rock, pricking up his ears to listen.

This guy had excellent hearing and felt that the god of death had walked far away.

He was still feeling lucky in his heart: "Thank goodness, he didn't discover me."

Hearing that there was no more movement nearby, he immediately accelerated and ran fast. Following the marks he had made beforehand, he quickly ran to the side of the main road, lying in the grass to wait for a car to pass by so he could hitch a ride and escape.

He Yuzhu trailed behind him unhurriedly.

After predicting this kid's intention, he directly accelerated to get ahead of him, rushing out of the forest a step earlier.

He Yuzhu released a vehicle directly from his space—the cargo bed was piled with chicken cages, empty and hollow, leaving only some chicken feathers and a pungent smell, looking exactly like a peddler returning after collecting chickens.

He hadn't driven far when a person suddenly bolted out of the grass by the side of the road, the dark muzzle of a gun pointed straight at He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu slammed on the brakes, and the car stalled.

He hurriedly raised both hands, his body shaking like a sieve: "Don't... don't shoot! Spare my life, hero! I'm just a transport driver!"

Danzeng didn't want to kill anyone this time. His appearance was too conspicuous; it was easy to be exposed in China.

He said in not-so-fluent Chinese: "You drive! Go quickly! I won't kill you, take me away from here. I have money."

After saying this, he slapped a stack of US dollars onto the dashboard with a smack.

He Yuzhu acted so convincingly, trembling as he tried to start the ignition twice without success.

He asked: "He... hero, where do you want to go? I'm just a chicken collector..."

"Stop talking nonsense, drive north, go to Mongolia," Danzeng said.

He Yuzhu pretended not to hear clearly and asked again.

With Danzeng gesturing and speaking, He Yuzhu finally "understood"—they were going to Mongolia.

"There are checkpoints on the highway, we can't get through," He Yuzhu gestured and spoke, and Danzeng understood too; there were inspections on the road over there.

Danzeng thought for a long time and said, "Then take the back roads and bring me to the south. I'll give you three thousand US dollars."

He Yuzhu immediately smiled: "Alright! I can take the back roads to Shijiazhuang, and from Shijiazhuang heading south, there are plenty of roads." He spoke very slowly, and Danzeng seemed to understand as well.

"Then let's go to Shijiazhuang," Danzeng nodded.

He Yuzhu started the vehicle, and the beat-up truck chugged into the night.

He Yuzhu really had some tricks up his sleeve.

Relying on the Scanning Function, he could always discover checkpoints in advance and take a detour.

Slowly, Danzeng also realized—this poor kid driving was truly trying to get him to the south in order to earn money.

At first, when sleeping, Danzeng would tightly clutch his gun, fearing He Yuzhu would harm him. But later, he discovered that this kid was looking out for him in every way.

Gradually, he let down his guard and began to chat with He Yuzhu off and on.

At the beginning, He Yuzhu just listened to Danzeng brag about his own trivial matters.

Later, He Yuzhu also made up a story, saying that his parents both died when he was young, he grew up in an orphanage, later drove a truck for a big company, saved some money to buy his own vehicle, and was running transport to earn some hard-earned cash...

Fifteen days later, He Yuzhu actually delivered Danzeng to the China-Myanmar border.

Danzeng was a man of his word, directly giving He Yuzhu three thousand US dollars.

He Yuzhu took the money and suddenly said: "Brother Danzeng, can you take me over to your side? I want to earn more money to get a wife."

Danzeng had originally intended to wait for He Yuzhu to take the money and turn to leave, then shoot him dead.

But this kid actually wanted to join the group? That wasn't bad either.

Through his observations during this time on the road, he discovered that He Yuzhu had a very strong ability to judge danger; wherever there were checkpoints, he could always avoid them. This kind of skill was too important for him.

Having lost so many brothers this time, replenishing one was fine.

More importantly, this kid cooked exceptionally well and suited his taste perfectly.

"Fine, I'll take you over," Danzeng actually agreed.