Chapter 78

The helicopter is a small aircraft that can only carry four people, including the pilot, but its rotor blades are not small, requiring a wide-open area to land.

Seeing a lake here, they chose to land, and Ding Ning also noticed this and promptly hid.

The rotor blades slowly stopped spinning, and the people from the aircraft came down.

"Ron, is this the place?"

Four men came down from the aircraft. The pilot was Chinese, and there was another Chinese man and two foreigners. At this moment, the Chinese man was speaking English to the foreigners.

Ding Ning's English was a weak point, as his memory as a cultivator did not include English, and although he had just started high school and his English grades were good, fluent conversation was still a stretch for him.

The foreigner named Ron, a white man in his thirties, frowned when he heard the Chinese man's English: "Zhang, let's speak Chinese. Your English is too poor."

Beside him, another foreigner, a black man, stood next to Ron with an AK47 on his back, scanning the surroundings with an instrument in his hand.

After a while, the black man said to Ron: "It's correct. According to the satellite positioning of the video, we can confirm that the shooting location is on the other side of the mountain, about 1200 meters from here, with an error of no more than 300 meters."

Seeing the black man finish his positioning, Ron nodded: "From the video, we can see that Sonny chased the Chinese man in this direction, which means they have to cross the river. After crossing the river, they should come here."

Ron went to the lakeside and, after looking around, said to the black man: "Phil, check if there are any signs of people around the lake. This is a clean water source, and normal people might come here to get water, catch fish, or even bathe."

Phil snapped his fingers and began to walk around the lake.

The two Chinese men, admiring Phil's professional actions, said enviously: "Mr. Ron, you have an excellent assistant."

"Haha, many people think Phil is my assistant, but he is actually my best partner. Without him, it would be hard for me to rank in the top 100 in the world. Yes, we are a team."

"Having your team, that kid is doomed." The pilot, who was flying the helicopter, flattered them, showing no anger at coming to kill his fellow countryman.

Soon, Phil returned to Ron's side.

"Ron, I have a few findings. There is a burnt-out campfire, which should be from yesterday, and some leftover fish bones with residual salt. Most importantly, someone was just here sharpening a stone tool!"

As he spoke, Phil showed a pile of stone powder, which was what remained from when Ding Ning had been sharpening a pebble.

"Take cover!"

Ron said nervously, and the group quickly hid behind the helicopter.

"Phil, use the thermal imaging glasses to find that person and take him out! I know there are two other people who took the job, but the $500,000 can only be ours!"

Ding Ning, far in the jungle, felt a chill. Their conversation was clear, and although he had not tidied up, Phil's strong observational skills left a deep impression on him. These people were very professional.

What impressed Ding Ning the most was their technological equipment: a helicopter, modern military weapons, a satellite positioning device, and thermal imaging glasses. He wondered what other tricks they had up their sleeves.

However, Ding Ning did not think the thermal imaging glasses could detect him. He was hiding far in the jungle and should be safe.

Just as he thought this, the little raccoon on his shoulder suddenly slipped down.

Ding Ning saw that Phil's glasses were flashing red, looking in his direction.

"Damn! The area is flat, and only this side is a jungle. This is their first observation target, and I've been spotted!"

Ding Ning suddenly ducked, and then a barrage of gunfire erupted from the other side.

The AK47 spat out a fierce tongue of fire, a burst of bullets whizzing past, causing the grass above him to fall backward, showing the intensity of the firepower.

"There! I see him! Thank God, this task is too easy."

Phil let out an excited howl, and Ron and the other Chinese man picked up their guns, wearing thermal imaging glasses, and started firing at Ding Ning.

"Damn, I was too careless!"

Ding Ning did not expect the modern equipment to cause him so much trouble. He took out a divine movement talisman and stuck it to his leg, then ran away.

"Over there, go, go, go!"

Ron shouted. He and Phil were very fast, even faster than the police officers Ding Ning had seen, running swiftly up the hill with their guns. Despite the divine movement talisman, Ding Ning could not shake them off.

Relying on a cultivator's keen sense of danger, Ding Ning narrowly avoided two shots, but he knew this wouldn't last.

Their marksmanship was excellent, and he would be riddled with bullets in less than a minute.

In the dark, he would appear like a burning flame in the thermal imaging glasses, making him very visible. They could easily find him.

Hiding was not an option; he needed to make the thermal imaging glasses unable to detect him.

Ding Ning fled to the grass and took out a fire talisman, throwing it out.

It had just rained, and the grass was still damp, but Ding Ning's fire talisman was powerful, instantly igniting the grass.

The wind in the mountains was strong, and the grass quickly burst into flames!

Since it was thermal imaging, with all the flames, how could they lock onto him?

Using the flames as cover, Ding Ning quickly retreated.

The gunfire stopped!

Ron, Phil, and the Chinese man cautiously observed the situation.

"How did he make the grass burn so quickly?" Ron was surprised.

The area was a fiery red, and Ding Ning's figure had disappeared.

"From the video, we saw that kind of magical burning, even in water," Phil replied, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

"He must have used the fire as cover to retreat. Zhang, get the plane to fly up and use the searchlight. He can't have gone far."

With the flames blocking their path, they ran back to the plane, which had already started. They got on, and the plane took off, heading toward the flames.

The searchlight from the plane shone down.

Ding Ning had retreated about 300 meters, thinking he had escaped their surveillance, but the plane followed him.

The moon was high in the sky, and the visibility in the mountains was still quite good. Ding Ning did not dare to stay on the flat ground and dove into the forest.

The locust forest was not very large, but the branches were dense, and the searchlight could not see inside. After circling for a while, Ron and the others gave up on this futile search.

However, they landed the plane at the edge of the forest. Ron and the Chinese man occupied the high ground on the left, while Phil and the other pilot occupied the high ground on the right.

Their plan was clear: to wait until dawn to search the forest. It was night, and rushing into the forest was not a good choice.

With the high ground on both sides, a lake on one side, and the riverbank on the other, both open areas, if Ding Ning dared to go either way, he would be shot to death.

Ding Ning was frustrated. The range of their firepower was too great, and he could not get close. He never thought that a cultivator would be forced to hide in the forest. He had to leave the forest at night, or he would be in trouble when they entered the forest tomorrow. They might even set the forest on fire, and he would have no chance of survival.

However, the thermal imaging glasses were a big problem. He was hot, and the little raccoon on his shoulder was like a furnace. He could not avoid the thermal imaging glasses.

Ding Ning observed for a while and noticed that Ron and the Chinese man both had thermal imaging glasses, while Phil and the pilot only had one, which Phil was wearing.

Ding Ning had an idea. People cannot stare at the same spot for long. Phil is human too and has normal physiological needs. They came by plane, got off, and chased him without even taking a break. Didn't they need to use the bathroom?

Ding Ning's vision was excellent. Hidden in the forest, he used large leaves to cover himself and observed Phil and the others from a distance.

He took out two divine movement talismans and stuck them to his legs, which would allow him to reach his maximum speed.

This was not enough. In the forest, Ding Ning took out yellow paper and a brush and wrote a new talisman he had never written before.

A Wind Control Talisman!

Wind Control was not true wind control. After reaching the third level of Qi Induction, one could use the wind to glide for a short distance, about 100 meters.

Ding Ning was currently at the second level of Qi Induction, and writing this talisman was a bit of a stretch, but there was always a way out. This time, his luck was good, and he succeeded on the first try.

Ding Ning was overjoyed. With two divine movement talismans for speed and a Wind Control Talisman for sudden gliding, and with only about 300 meters between him and Phil, if they had a moment of distraction, his opportunity would come.

Holding his breath, Ding Ning quietly lay in wait in the forest, his heart rate slowing down. Large branches covered his body, and he stared intently at Phil and the others in the darkness.

The little raccoon also lay quietly on Ding Ning's back, making no sound.

Time passed slowly, and it gradually became the middle of the night.