The leaves had already stilled, and Song Heping took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a stack of bills, removed a paper clip clipped on the bills, and then straightened it into a metal rod.
Morins, watching beside him, had no idea what Song Heping was planning to do, his face filled with confusion.
With the small metal stick in his hand, Song Heping rubbed it against the barrel of the M4A1 in one direction for a while, then gently placed the needle on the leaf floating in the water.
Soon, Morins witnessed a miraculous scene.
The leaf actually began to move.
No.
To be precise, it started to rotate, slowly beginning to turn, and after several seconds, the leaf finally stabilized.
Song Heping stared intently, then looked up into the distance, his gaze sharp as an eagle's.
Then he spread out the map, compared the direction and the terrain, and then pointed to a location on the map.
"We are here now."
"Are you sure?" Morins was entirely confused.