The rain gradually began to fall harder.
Within sight, a pair of legs moved through the grass and shrubs, drawing closer, until even the grass clippings and raindrops on his military boots could be seen clearly.
A breath was slowly exhaled.
Liang Zhiqiong realized that her hands had lost all strength, and even the slightest movement was extremely difficult.
She thought of the analysis Mo Shangjun had just given her over the channel.
The location was uncertain; Mo Shangjun and Peng Yuqiu would have a hard time finding it, and might not arrive in time.
If they didn't make it, and circumstances became urgent, about to be discovered by the enemy, then she only had two choices.
First, seize every opportunity to escape, with the result being either getting shot or successfully escaping. However, the latter was unlikely.
Second, confront them head-on and at least take out one. But, according to Mo Shangjun's analysis, her chance of getting herself killed was high.
