Chapter 322: When the enemy advances I retreat, when the enemy retreats I harass

"Bang bang, bang bang!"

"Damn it, can't hit him, he's running too fast!"

Lu Yang ran ahead while the three chased behind.

Lao Sun held a short-barreled shotgun; though the gunfire was loud, the vegetation was blown apart.

But because shotgun pellets spread radially and the effective range is very limited, they couldn't hit distant targets at all.

Kui Ge's shooting was decent, yet the dense forest was full of obstacles, and the mountain fog added great difficulty to shooting moving targets.

"Stop, don't chase!"

Kui Ge panted heavily, sweat beading on his forehead, his condition clearly worse than before.

He was nearly forty, had been wounded during his military service, and still had several shrapnel pieces lodged in his abdomen.

Had he been a decade younger, Lu Yang would have been certain to die, but now he was willing but powerless, and still had to conserve strength to flee.

Shou Zi had no weapon, only a knife in hand, so he stayed at the very rear.

"Kui Ge, didn't you say if we don't take him down we won't get away?"

"Haven't you realized? This kid is deliberately toying with us, treating us like a dog on a leash."

Kui Ge waved his hand: "We must leave quickly; this guy has surely reported our exact location, we can't linger here."

Lao Sun, carrying his shotgun, came over, panting heavily: "Then we just ignore him. What if this guy, like a sticky plaster, keeps following us? He's now armed, even harder to deal with."

Kui Ge sneered, glancing toward Lu Yang's escape direction: "Don't worry, I have a way to handle him. As long as he dares to follow, I can make him die!"

"Go!"

"Alright!"

"But what about Ai Zi? Should we take him away?"

Ai Zi was the nickname of the man Lu Yang had previously killed.

Kui Ge shook his head, indicating it wasn't necessary: "His fate is bad."

He patted Lao Sun's arm and smiled: "But you're lucky; there's a sum of money we haven't split yet, originally meant for him, now it's yours both."

Shou Zi's face lit up with surprise: "Thanks, Kui Ge! Lao Sun, why are you just standing there? Say thanks quickly—getting money before any work, where else can you find such a good thing?"

Lao Sun forced a smile and reluctantly said thanks to Kui Ge.

But as they left, looking at Ai Zi's corpse on the ground with a sunken head, they felt deeply uneasy.

He didn't know whether the path he chose was right, but now the boat was boarded; he could only go down this road to the end.

"Strange, why aren't they catching up?"

Lu Yang, leveraging his speed advantage, sprinted through the forest at full throttle.

Originally, he had already constructed a solution framework in his mind.

If this battle were a test paper, Shou Zi would be the easiest multiple‑choice question.

Next would be the former armory keeper wielding a double‑barreled shotgun; the toughest, Kui Ge, could be left for the last, to be dealt with by the armed police.

But, contrary to his expectation, the opponents didn't keep chasing; after realizing they couldn't catch up, they voluntarily gave up.

How are we supposed to play this then?

How can we counter‑kill now?

To make the act more realistic, Lu Yang had even pretended to trip over a stone or branch during the "escape", hoping they'd think him easy to kill—yet those guys still didn't give chase?

Watching the three retreat quickly behind him, Lu Yang gradually halted, scratched his head: "Was my performance not realistic enough?"

He slammed his fist into his palm, looking remorseful: "Ah, I shouldn't have sprinted so fast right away, you short‑legged brats."

Since they stopped chasing, Lu Yang no longer needed to keep running; instead, he kept following them.

At that moment, even he felt his own maneuver was truly disgusting.

Although a direct confrontation was impossible, as long as he wanted to run, the opponent couldn't catch up.

And as long as Lu Yang wanted to follow, the other side could never shake him off.

The core idea is: when the enemy advances I retreat, when the enemy retreats I harass.

During the pursuit, Lu Yang checked his pistol magazine; it was a Type 59 pistol.

A heads‑up display appeared, the system automatically explained the firearm model and labeled it with two characters: police‑use.

In other words, this Type 59 pistol, snatched from the short guy, originally belonged to a police officer.

Thinking of this group's personnel structure and the former keeper's gun theft, Lu Yang almost instinctively linked them with robbery, murder, and profit‑driven killing.

The good news: the gun still had three bullets; the bad news: the pistol's effective range was only fifty meters.

Moreover, because it hadn't been maintained, faint rust marks were visible at the barrel's muzzle.

No wonder that guy couldn't hit within twenty‑to‑thirty meters; it's likely not his aim but the pistol's actual effective range being even shorter.

However, given that pistols are meant for close‑quarters, sometimes even face‑to‑face combat, it wasn't really a big issue.

After half an hour of tracking, Lu Yang found the group forcibly changed direction, causing the position data he had previously transmitted to become useless again.

One must admit, the man named Kui Ge had terrifying counter‑recon awareness; not only could he repeatedly detect the tail, but his evacuation route planning was constantly winding.

At this point, Lu Yang had no phone, unable to continue reporting the group's position.

But considering the armed police were likely already searching the mountain, once the fog cleared they could deploy helicopters for a full sweep.

Thus, what he needed to do now was keep following, and at the right moment guide the helicopter or other search teams to the location.

After following a bit longer, the others began descending, and an open clearing appeared below.

Lu Yang keenly noticed something on one side of the clearing, like a small mound covered with weeds and branches.

"Car?"

Lu Yang realized a vehicle was parked there.

It was merely concealed by camouflage cloth and branches, so it wasn't clearly visible.

No wonder this bunch sped up, and they no longer bother to watch their tail.

The armed police were searching up from the foot of the mountain in another direction; they needed to cross several mountains to get here.

The vehicle's hiding place is still on the other side; if they get in the car, they'll probably be able to break out of the encirclement soon.

Seeing those three roughly speed up, Lu Yang also hurried to catch up; he must find a way to hold them until the reinforcements coming to surround them arrive.

Seeing Kui Ge and the three others already lift the camouflage covering the car, a silver-gray compact car was revealed.

Worried they would escape by car, Lu Yang hurriedly quickened his steps, while simultaneously chambering a round in his pistol.

Click!

But just as he passed through a relatively narrow area ahead, something under his feet tripped him.

Lu Yang's pupils contracted sharply, an intense sense of danger instantly sweeping over his whole body.

The muscle memory from long-term training let his body react a step ahead of his brain, but it was still a step too late.

The bait mine on the tree on the right detonated after 0.5 seconds, sending dirt, gravel, and wood chips flying, kicking up a cloud of dust.

That tree was blasted in half by the grenade's force, and Lu Yang was also blown away by the shockwave, falling to the ground and rolling several times; soon a patch of crimson seeped out from his back....