Chapter 1952: Track exposure

Mr. K and the Jungle Cat Special Forces searched Lin Rui all night. But the rain in the tropical jungle was too much, and it was night again, which made their search work once in trouble.
It was not until dawn that a search team found a camouflage strip in the nearby jungle.
"This is a standard jungle camouflage uniform, the U.S. Army unit standard." Mr. K picked up the piece of cloth and looked at it. "There are a lot of blood stains, which shows that his injury is not light. He must try to stop the bleeding immediately for such injuries, otherwise I can't escape at all."
"But he did escape. I think he must have an accomplice to answer him." The lieutenant of the Jungle Cat Unit whispered.
"Impossible. From midnight yesterday to early morning, our people conducted a thorough screening of the entire area. This surrounding area is the focus, and our teams have screened back and forth at least three or four times. If he is hiding in It is impossible for us not to find out here." An American ensign replied.
"Can you guarantee, Second Lieutenant?" Mr. K looked at the second lieutenant and asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, sir. I can assure you, because I personally led the team and checked it twice here. In addition to other search teams nearby. Even if he is a rabbit, we should get him out." The ensign replied.
"So, this is the only clue he left? Nothing was found in the surrounding area?" Mr. K asked unwillingly.
"Nothing was found, sir, he seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. No footprints, no bloodstains. He left nothing. We once suspected that he chose to escape from the nearby river and waterway in order to avoid us. Even to escape. Someone was sent to intercept him downstream, but he was not found either." The lieutenant frowned.
Mr. K's face was uncertain, and he groaned, "If he is injured, if he does not treat the wound in time, it will be difficult to escape too far. But there is no trace of him nearby, could it be..."
The lieutenant of the Jungle Cat Troop squatted down, checked the traces on the ground, frowned, and said, "There are no other traces left, just this camouflage cloth strip. Is this just a trap to confuse us?"
"Are you trying to say that he wasn't actually injured?" Mr. K looked at the lieutenant.
"At least it is possible, maybe it is the blood of our casualties. He deliberately left this cloth strip here, let us focus the search area in this area. Then, try to search through our relatively weak area. "The lieutenant of the Jungle Cat Force thoughtfully said.
"It's not that he must be injured, there is no doubt about it." Mr. K shook his head, "I personally injured him, he was shot in the torso, I can be sure. The sentry at the entrance of the underground fortification also met him. And found out that he was indeed injured."
"This is strange. He was injured, but there were no traces left in other places." The lieutenant said to himself, "Does he have air support and helicopters?"
"This is impossible. Except for us last night, the previous squads were all ordered to retreat and intercept the assassin. If there is a helicopter that wants to save people, it will fly low, so the helicopter will fly low at night. The sound of the engine can't hide us at all," the ensign replied.
Mr. K suddenly moved his eyes and shouted sharply, "We are fooled, go back immediately!"
"Where are you going back?" the lieutenant asked in surprise.
"Back to base!" Mr. K shouted loudly, "He didn't go anywhere at all. Instead, he returned to the base while we searched for him vigorously. Damn, we were all played by him."
"Go back right away!" The lieutenant also woke up and immediately ordered loudly.
The jungle cat troop rushed quickly and returned to their base.
"Quickly, encircle all exits and conduct a full search. The enemy is likely to hide inside the base. Lieutenant, I need your people to act separately, and other teams surround here. Then two teams will search in different areas." Mr. K shouted.
"Yes, sir." The lieutenant nodded. "The third team will follow me, and the other teams will be on guard." He and Mr. K each led a group of people into the base and started searching.
At first nothing was achieved. Just when everyone thought it was just Mr. K's misjudgment, one of the lieutenant's men found traces left by Lin Rui.
They found blood stains in the abandoned warehouse of the base. A group of American soldiers approached with weapons on alert, but the warehouse was empty.
"Damn it, he's already gone." The lieutenant looked at the bandage and first aid kit on the ground, somewhat depressed.
Mr. K knelt down in silence, picked up the bullet from the ground, and whispered, "This is my bullet, it must be him."
"He was too cunning. After he escaped, he turned back." The lieutenant frowned.
"We searched for him desperately outside, but here he handled the wound calmly and took bullets from his wound." Mr. K shook his head and checked the first aid kit with his hands. "Lost the bandages and hemostatic medicine, he also injected himself with antibiotics."
Mr. K picked up another piece of wrapping paper from the ground and sniffed it,
It’s chocolate. It seems that our opponent still ate a meal here and slept calmly. It was not until the next morning Going on the road vigorously. And we were still spinning in the woods at that time."
"Oh, these Russian guys are so cunning." The lieutenant said angrily.
"I'm afraid I will disappoint you, Lieutenant." Mr. K was silent for a while and shook his head. "I don't think this man is a Russian agent."
"But apart from the Russian intelligence service, who else would want to kill these two agents captured by us?" the lieutenant frowned.
"Perhaps they are behind these assassins, but it will never be the Russian intelligence service that will perform this mission." Mr. K shook his head, "This is not in line with their methods of action. Their actions are not like Russian agents. It's like a special team."
"Will it be the special forces under the intelligence department? For example, the signal flag special forces are often engaged in activities outside Russia." the lieutenant asked.
"It's also not like. If it was a signal flag force, they should have more people and better support. And their actions, it is difficult to hide our CIA. If it were theirs, we should have received the news long ago. "Mr. K shook his head.
"Who would it be?" the lieutenant frowned.
"This is the jungle combat uniform of the U.S. Army, used by the Army." Mr. K took the camouflage cloth in his hand and pointed to the chocolate wrapper on the ground. "If you read it correctly, this is also the U.S. military preparation food. , Equipped for Air Force pilots."
"You mean the assassin was American?" the lieutenant said in surprise.