On the dark night, this holiday town close to the north was not as quiet as before. The whistle of the police car was lingering, and the roars in the intercom continued.

Several police cars whizzed past the town center while chasing the fugitive prisoner.

"Sheriff, Arthur is dead!"

The young policeman listened to the sound inside the walkie-talkie and looked at the commander driving in front of him tremblingly.

"Damn it!" Hearing the bad news, Sheriff Will pounded the steering wheel hard, his anger filled his heart, and his eyes almost burst into pieces and shouted: "Notify Sam, Jack, they will be on vacation! Let them bring weapons and equipment to follow!"

"Yes, sheriff." The young policeman immediately called for support on the walkie-talkie.

"Arthur! I will definitely avenge you!"

Sheriff Will looked at the motorcycle with red lights in the distance, staring at the man riding, "Rambo, right! I will let you know how powerful I am!"

...

On the tree-lined path leading to the mountain in the town, a motorcycle rushed past and headed quickly towards the mountain.

Suddenly, Rambo, who was riding a bicycle, saw that there was no road ahead, so he quickly pressed the brake urgently. Due to inertia, he was not sure about the front of the car and flew out and fell directly into a dry grass in front of him.

With a click, Rambo fell to the ground in pain.

“Beebee…”

The police car behind him was whistling closer and closer, and Rambo knew that he could not stay here for more! He endured the pain behind him, gritted his teeth and stood up, limping towards the Wells Mountains that stretched for hundreds of kilometers.

Within a few dozen seconds, several police cars stopped at the dead end. Sheriff Will opened the car door and walked down first. He held the police gun in his right hand and carefully touched forward. Not far away, a motorcycle that was overturning to the ground was still making a mechanical sound of the engine.

"Sheriff, the prisoner may have fled to the mountain." Several police officers following behind him checked the situation around him, and one of them came to report: "Sir Will, I think we should notify the state police and ask them to send someone to search in the mountain."

"State Police? You said you called the State Police!" Sheriff Will suddenly turned around and stared at the man, his red eyes roared in anger: "Don't you know if the State Police come, will this case be left to them for responsibility?"

"I... I know the sir." The policeman felt the sheriff's aggressive momentum, subconsciously took a step back, swallowed, and said, "But the prisoner escaped into the Wells Mountains. It's too big and it's not a task we can accomplish."

"Enough! I have notified the police officers on vacation to cancel their leave. They will bring their dogs and equipment to support us. There will be helicopter support tomorrow morning. I believe we can definitely arrest the damn prisoner!"

Sheriff Will narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the dark and quiet mountain in front of him. As the sheriff and resident of the holiday town, he naturally knew how big the Wells Mountains were. It is no exaggeration to say that this mountain range stretched at least hundreds of kilometers. It is impossible for them, the town police officers alone to arrest the damn prisoner in this mountain.

But no matter how difficult it was, Sheriff Will secretly swore in his heart that he would arrest Rambo so that he could avenge his friend, Bearded Police Officer Arthur!

After pondering for a moment, Sheriff Will shouted with a gloomy face: "Tom, you are waiting for subsequent support here, and the rest of the people come into the mountain with me!"

"Yes, sir."

After hearing the commander's order to enter the mountain, several police officers couldn't help but look at the gloomy and dark mountain. The roar of a beast made the hearts tremble. Although they were reluctant, they could only bite the bullet and follow the sheriff's back into the mountain with a flashlight.

...

The moon rose, the stars were shining, and between the mountains and forests, a black figure was vaguely rushing in the fast jungle. He was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he passed through a jungle and came to an abandoned logging site.

The figure searched around the abandoned logging yard. In a dilapidated wooden house, he found several old and tattered sacks. He tore them hard and tore them a hole in the sack. Just as he was about to put them on his wet upper body, he suddenly heard some movement outside the door.

"who!"

Rambo grabbed the baton in his hand vigilantly and stared at the door of the wooden house.

Someone outside the door smiled faintly and said, "It's not good to wear sacks. On such a cold night, don't catch a cold."

"Who are you!"

"Who am I? I want to ask who you are! Why did you come to my house?"

"Your house?" Rambo frowned, and with the help of the moonlight shining in outside the door, he simply glanced at the wooden house. Although it was covered with dust, he could still find some traces of human life. It did not look like no one had come in for many years.

"Of course, I've been living here for a while."

The man outside the door said again: "I think I can go in and say it? It's really a bit cold outside."

He didn't know who the person outside the door was, but he didn't seem to be a police officer in the town. He thought about it and shouted, "Come in."

"You light the kerosene lamp on the table first."

Kerosene lamp?

Rambo turned his head and looked at the table. He saw that there was indeed a kerosene lamp on it. After hesitating for a few seconds, he went forward and picked up the matches on the table. With a "sting", a faint flame appeared on the matches. He quickly turned on the kerosene lamp and lit the wick.

In a few seconds, the originally dim wooden house illuminated the entire hut under the light of the kerosene lamp, revealing Rambo's firm face.

"Tread"

The moment the lights came on, Gu Ren walked into the wooden house vigilantly, and saw Rambo standing next to the kerosene lamp and holding a baton.

"Who are you?!"

Looking at the man with an Asian face in front of him, Rambo frowned.

"I'll get to know you. My name is Stallone." Gu Ren stretched out his right hand and a smile streaked across the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that the other party seemed to have no malicious intentions, Rambo shook hands with Gu Ren and introduced himself: "My name is John Rambo."

After shaking his hand simply, Gu Ren raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly: "Have you ever been a soldier?"

Rambo glared at him, and he became alert subconsciously. He held the baton tightly in his right hand, ready to fight at any time.

"Your palms are very rough, especially the tiger's mouth on your thumb and index finger. The calluses there are very thick. I think only soldiers who have been touching guns for many years can develop such thick calluses." Gu Ren pointed to Rambo's hand.

Rambo looked at his calloused palms and looked up at Gu Ren. He did not respond to the question of whether he had been a soldier. Instead, he said, "I don't think you told me who you are yet?"
Chapter completed!