Strongest Soldier King

Luo Zheng briefly explained the situation he had discovered, causing Captain Wu's expression to become very grave. After Luo Zheng finished speaking, Captain Wu immediately cautioned, "This is very complicated. I didn't expect the Reincarnation Killer Organization, ranked eighth in the global assassin world, to get involved. This assassin organization has a large number of people and is very powerful, even stronger than the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group. According to the intelligence I have, they are comprised of Western special agents who have either retired or been discharged, and they are experts at assassination. You must be very careful. The drunkard has dealt with them before—if possible, wait for the drunkard to arrive before making your move."

"Westerners?" Luo Zheng thought of the beggar he had killed and understood. "It's easier if they are all Westerners. Due to racial differences, they stand out just as much as I do in this country. It won't be easy for them to assassinate me. I don't quite trust the location of the Wata Guerrilla base that the boss mentioned earlier. There's a place he called earlier; can you check it for me?"

"Hold on, don't hang up," Captain Wu immediately responded and reported the phone number to the information department of his unit. Three minutes later, the results came out. Captain Wu immediately told Luo Zheng, "The location of this number is shown in Mogan Town, and the place the boss pointed out just now is indeed the Wata Guerrilla base. We have records of this in our intelligence database, but it has been abandoned for half a year."

"I understand." Luo Zheng was furious. The boss really had ill intentions, planning to lure him to Mogan Town. By now, Mogan Town must already be set with traps waiting for him. He asked, "Captain, how is your investigation going? Is this whole thing related to the Song family? Also, where is the headquarters of the Reincarnation Killer Organization?"

"No one knows where. There is an Assassin Network that only assassins know the URL of. They all conduct business online and transfer money online, making it hard to track. If it is indeed the Song family who issued the mission, then anyone can accept the mission, and they wouldn't leave any clues behind. Besides, whether it's a trap set by the Song family isn't important anymore. Without any clues or evidence, protecting high-level officials traveling abroad is part of our duties. It's all legal and by the books. The only suspicious part is the insistence on having Lan Xue follow, but they can use the convenience of family as an excuse. Do you understand?" Captain Wu explained.

"I understand. The Song family is the most suspect, but there's no evidence, and with the Song family's methods, they wouldn't leave any evidence or clues for me." Luo Zheng said angrily, silently swearing to himself that he would find a way to retaliate after this was over. If this was an unresolvable vendetta, then it was time to fight.

After hanging up the phone, Luo Zheng used the GPS on his phone to confirm his location, then drove the Ferrari roaring towards the Wata Guerrilla base. An abandoned base from half a year ago provided even better concealment, avoiding suspicion from all parties; it was the perfect place to hide someone. An hour later, Luo Zheng arrived at a stretch of woodland, drove the car in, and concealed it with branches.

The boss was bumped and turned dizzy in the trunk, unable to move. Luo Zheng gathered the things he needed. Ignoring the boss in the trunk, he followed the direction indicated by the map and moved forward. The map showed that after climbing over the hill ahead, there would be a valley, his destination.

The hill was not high, at about a hundred meters above sea level, and the trees were low but dense—ideal for hiding. Under the moonlight, Luo Zheng carefully crept forward. Half an hour later, he arrived at the summit, leaning on a big tree and warily observing the valley ahead. The valley was large and open, with just weeds and no trees. Lights shone from rows of buildings, illuminating the surroundings. Several patrol teams spread out, vigilantly patrolling with wolfhounds in tow.

Luo Zheng was greatly surprised and filled with doubt. With such tight security, had he been exposed? That couldn't be. After observing for a while, Luo Zheng noticed that the patrol below showed no sign of slowing down and were highly alert. There were two heavy machine guns on the roofs, and machine gun posts near the entrances. A frontal assault was definitely out of the question. What should he do?

It was no easy feat to make it this far, only to find the abandoned base heavily guarded and emanating a suspicious vibe. Without going in to see for himself, Luo Zheng wouldn't be satisfied. Suddenly, Luo Zheng thought of those two Ferraris that arrived, each with the boss's phone number in it. Could it be that the kidnappers had gained knowledge of his arrival through electronic surveillance and increased the security?

At this thought, Luo Zheng began to regret. His lack of combat experience was showing. If he had known, he should have discarded the boss's mobile phone or simply stolen another car to get here. A Ferrari is a luxury car, and it definitely would be equipped with a GPS tracking system, making it easy to track.

Retreating just like that was definitely not an option. Luo Zheng watched the situation in the valley below calmly, his eyes twinkling with intense sharpness, and a deep worry—worry for the life and death of Lan Xue and others. Gritting his teeth, he decided to take the risk and carefully made his way toward the valley. Fifteen minutes later, Luo Zheng reached the bottom of the mountain and hid in a bush to continue observing.

About three hundred meters ahead was the building, with a flat and open terrain all around. Even if he attempted to circumvent it from other directions, the terrain was much the same; an assault meant being an active target, and the heavy machine guns on the roof were not for show. Infiltration would not be easy either—well-drilled teams, supplemented by hunting dogs, made the difficulty extraordinary. What should he do?

Luo Zheng's thoughts raced. As he tilted his head unintentionally, his face was scratched by the surroundings, triggering an idea. He excitedly smiled, pulled out his M9 bayonet, and began collecting grass—both dry and fresh, with a preference for the longer strains. Ten minutes later, Luo Zheng had gathered a large pile of grass and then cut a few thin vines to start weaving a camouflage suit.

In less than ten minutes, a camouflage outfit was successfully crafted. Luo Zheng put the disguise over his head and lay down on the ground, completely concealed by the camouflage. The grass on the suit stood upright as if it was naturally growing from the ground. In the dark of night, his entire person resembled a thicket of shrubs, making him difficult to spot even up close.

Pleased with his work, Luo Zheng started to crawl forward quickly under the cover of darkness. Once he was nearly two hundred meters from the target, he slowed down. In the dark, a distance of two hundred meters was within the range of human vision—if he moved too quickly, he would certainly be exposed. Luo Zheng suppressed his eagerness and crawled slowly forward, wriggling like a snail, careful not to let even the dead grass on his body shake. This crawling technique required not only great physical strength but also patience.

After ten minutes, Luo Zheng had crawled about three meters, which was faster due to the low visibility under the cover of the dark clouds and the distance still being considerable. But as the clouds began to scatter, Luo Zheng had to halve his speed, moving smoothly forward inch by inch. He couldn't risk the grass-covered mound being found strange before getting very close.

The surrounding areas were full of robust, concealing grasses, and Luo Zheng's slow pace was comparable to a snail's, allowing him to go unnoticed by the patrol team. After half an hour, drenched in sweat, Luo Zheng stopped to rest. This type of crawling required precise control over every movement and was extremely taxing on both his strength and focus. Suddenly, he spotted a patrol team coming his way and alarm surged through him, a thought flashing through his mind: Had he been discovered?