Chapter 195 Being Trapped
Larry ditched the car and hoofed it down the main road, making a beeline for the mountain path.
He took a quick look around and whipped out his phone.
Staring at the screen, he went dead silent.
It hit him—he was being tailed. No tracker on him, so it had to be his phone.
He bolted into the woods next to the path.
Deep in the forest, he stumbled upon a wild rabbit. He tied his phone to the rabbit and gave it a pat.
The rabbit took off like a shot into the woods.
Larry, meanwhile, hustled up the mountain.
"Where's Black Dragon now?"
"Sir, Black Dragon's phone is wandering around the mountains, seems to be moving away from the peak."
"Classic Black Dragon, always playing it safe. He’s probably closing in on us now. Tell everyone to stay sharp, get the drones up, and keep an eye on the peak. We gotta find him."
"Got it, boss."
Just then, a big Black dude stepped out of the room.
He was a towering six and a half feet, built like a tank, with arms thicker than most people's waists.
He said, "You're being paranoid. We've got muscle from twenty-eight countries here, all top dogs. I doubt Black Dragon's got the guts to show. If he does, he's toast."
The masked guy shot him a look and said, "You don't get it. Black Dragon's a nightmare. Do you know how many bodies he left behind to earn that name? In Cedar Grove, he stormed the enemy camp solo, left a pile of corpses, and came back with their leader's skull."
A soft laugh echoed.
Not far off, a woman in black leather armor perched on a tree.
She jumped down from the seven or eight-meter-high tree, landing smoothly, and chuckled, "I've heard about Black Dragon forever. Can't wait to meet him. Leif Patel, make sure your guys outside don't accidentally off him. That'd be a buzzkill."
The masked man, Leif, was the mastermind behind gathering the muscle from twenty-eight countries.
He looked at the woman in black leather armor and warned, "Azalea Costa, don't underestimate him. Black Dragon's on another level."
A loud rumble came from up ahead.
Everyone turned to the noise.
A really short dude was strutting towards them.
Despite his short steps, each one was like a mini-earthquake, shaking the ground like something heavy was stomping around.
"If Black Dragon shows, he's dead meat."
"Yeah."
At the same time, a determined voice came from another direction.
Leif looked at these powerhouses, a serious look under his mask.
These guys were all beasts, but they had no clue about Black Dragon's real power, never having seen him in action.
'Hope we don't screw this up,' he thought to himself.
Meanwhile, as nimble as a monkey, Larry had already snuck deep into the mountains, scaling tall trees with ease.
Steep cliffs were like a walk in the park for him.
Right then, he spotted drones in the sky.
He clung to the cliff, staying perfectly still.
Only when the drone buzzed off did he start moving again.
Larry crossed the forest, reaching the other side of the mountain top.
After a decade in Southwild, Larry knew Cedar Grove like the back of his hand. Charging in to save Frank without a plan? Total suicide.
He knew the mountain top was a death trap.
Perched in a tree on the cliff, he pulled out his binoculars to scope out the peak.
Seeing a small army of mercenaries, fighter jets, tanks, and heavy artillery, he couldn't help but frown.
The place was locked down tight, making Frank's rescue mission a nightmare.
If he showed up, it’d be a bloodbath.
Larry wasn’t scared of a fight.
What worried him was the enemy using Frank as leverage.
After scoping things out, Larry quietly climbed down the cliff and started sneaking toward the mountain top.
Soon enough, he spotted heavily armed mercenaries up ahead.
He scoped out the area and saw snipers hidden all over the place.
The path to the top was a death trap; moving forward meant certain death.
But staying put meant Frank was toast.
Frank had been his buddy for years; no way he was letting him die here.
After checking out the terrain, Larry slipped away.
Soon, he was up in a tree, with snipers hidden in the grass below.
He reached behind him and pulled out two silver needles.
With a flick of his wrist, the needles flew out.
The sniper in the grass below slumped over, out cold without a peep.
After taking out one sentry, Larry moved on.
He crept forward, taking a few steps at a time and pausing to check his surroundings.
Using the terrain to his advantage, he found and silently took out hidden snipers.
Along the way, he took down over fifty snipers.
Now, he was less than 3000 feet from the mountain top.
No more trees ahead, just open ground. Showing up would mean instant exposure, and the mercenaries would light him up.
Larry didn’t rush in.
He waited for the right moment.
Time ticked by.
After three hours, he finally saw an opening.
A lone mercenary.
He dropped from the tree, clamping the mercenary's head with his legs and twisting hard.
The mercenary's neck snapped, and he crumpled to the ground without a sound.
Larry caught the falling mercenary, making sure there was no noise.
He quickly stripped the mercenary, grabbed his weapon, and used some pre-prepared tools to disguise his face. Once he was set, he walked out like he belonged there.
He joined the patrolling mercenaries, blending in with the team.
At the mountain top, a bunch of strongmen had gathered.
Leif watched the sun dip below the horizon, knowing darkness was coming.
With Black Dragon’s insane skills, finding him in the dark would be nearly impossible. Leif knew Larry was already close.
"Bring him out," he ordered.
Soon, a few mercenaries dragged out a barely alive Frank from a cabin.
Drawing his gun, Leif stepped on Frank and grabbed a loudspeaker, shouting, "Black Dragon, I know you're here. Show yourself now, or Frank dies."
After shouting, he ordered, "Get everyone here."
"Leif, no response from sentry one."
"Sentry two is also silent."
Various voices buzzed in Leif's ear.
His face under the mask darkened. He knew Black Dragon had silently taken out the sentries.
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