386, Who is more handsome, me or Ya Tianxing? [Three updates]_1

Eight o'clock.

The sun had vanished into the clouds and fog, and the sky was overcast, making the jungle's visibility even darker than it had been two hours ago.

In those two hours, Mo Shangshuang had gradually lost contact with the special forces team members he had brought with him.

In the end, only two voices remained on the radio channel.

Against Mo Shangjun, who was accustomed to jungle warfare, those two were hardly an appetizer, so Mo Shangshuang directly ordered them to temporarily cease their operation.

Amidst the dense jungle, a cool voice issued the final command, then its owner lifted his eyelids to glance at the gloomy sky before retracting his gaze.

Rising to his feet, he stepped out from the hiding spot.

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Eight thirty.

A tall figure walked under a tree, stopped, a paintball gun slung over his shoulder, arms crossed, leaning back against the tree.

"Brother."

From the tree came a familiar and refreshing call.