It was a very submissive face with 30% doubt, 50% panic, and 20% fear.
He had flaxen hair, thick eyebrows, black eyes, and a chubby face with a few obvious moles.
It was a very unfamiliar face.
Tang Long looked at the face quietly, feeling a little doubtful. Why did he feel a little familiar when the Drifter turned around? Why did he call out to him?
It was not something that should have happened. Due to his Precise Instinct, Tang Long's memory was astonishing. Even though his brain often suppressed the useless memories to prevent his brain from exploding with information, there would still be some useless information popping up from time to time, such as the facial features of strangers that he passed by.
Maybe the familiarity that he felt when he looked at the Drifter was just the useless information playing tricks on him.
Tang Long wanted to turn around and enter the wagon. He did not like to be affected by his emotions and be so sensitive.
However, somehow, if he let the Drifter leave, he felt an indescribable reluctance in his heart. Reluctance?
Why would he be reluctant?
Therefore, in the next two seconds, the two of them were less than a hundred meters away from each other as they stared at each other in silence.
The wind continued to blow silently, rolling up some grass and leaves that floated up and down, gradually becoming bigger and bigger.
Thin clouds floated in the sky and covered a part of the Purple Moon. They then floated away, but the moonlight was even more blurry than before.
The ear-piercing sound of the communication device rang. Li Wu picked it up because he felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.
He only listened for a short while before he passed the device to Tang Long. "Young Master Long, it's a call from the base. They said they found something important and need you to hurry up …"
Tang Long heaved a sigh and frowned. He waved his hand as if he was swatting away a fly, signaling Tang Ling to leave.
Tang Ling walked away slowly with even more doubts. As he walked, he could not help but turn around twice and scratch his head as if he was wondering what was wrong with this VIP.
Tang Long listened to the voice on the communication device while he looked at the Drifter again. He mocked himself in his heart.
What's wrong with me? I'm here for something important, so why do I have to tangle with a Drifter? I asked Li Wu to interrogate the Drifter to stop my wild thoughts, but why do I have to keep thinking about it?
The wagon continued to move forward.
There was a hint of urgency in the voice on the communicator, asking Tang Long how long would it take for him to reach the base?
This was because they had inadvertently made a major discovery. There were unfamiliar footprints at the entrance of a certain secret land, and they were most likely the work of other forces.
Tang Long hung up the phone. Unfamiliar footprints? Secret place? He didn't know about any of these things, so he couldn't judge how serious it was.
However, when he mentioned the unfamiliar footprints, he did not seem to be really worried. He was just urging him to hurry up.
If this call hadn't urged him to hurry up, what would he have done with the homeless man just now?
Tang Long put the communication device aside and took a deep breath. This strange question appeared in his mind.
In the next instant, he closed his eyes and began to quickly filter the information in his mind.
Although he didn't want others to think that he was too sensitive and paranoid, if he really cared about this problem and this sense of familiarity, he might as well think about where this sense of familiarity came from.
**
The carriage had already disappeared into the night, completely out of sight.
Tang Ling's footsteps became faster and more hurried. He dashed to the fire, grabbed his coat and luggage, checked the direction, and sprinted south.
The grassland was not big, but even so, he would still need at least 50 kilometers to reach the south.
Tang Ling knew that he could not afford to waste a single minute, so he had to run as fast as he could in the next second.
It was just two seconds of eye contact, but Tang Ling could never forget the young man's face. The young man who was addressed as Young Master Long had the same black hair and black eyes. He was unusually handsome, tall, and dressed in exquisite clothes.
As a matter of fact, it was not enough for Tang Ling to care because was there anyone more handsome than Kun? Was there anyone more meticulously dressed than Kun? None!
What he cared about was the astonishing feeling that his Precise Instinct gave him.
The distance between the eyes, the curve of the nose, the thickness of the lips … Why did everything overlap with his own face?
How should he explain it? His real face was not exactly similar to the young man, but why did the details of his face overlap a few times?
It was very difficult for this to be a coincidence, because these details were like a person's unique label, with a deep color of hereditary fragments. If they were not related by blood, it would be very difficult to overlap even a single detail, not to mention that they overlapped several details.
Was he related to Young Master Long? Dragon? Was he related to the Dragon Army?
Fine, regardless of the relationship, the tremendous sense of danger was real. The closer he got to Tang Ling, the stronger the sense of danger became.
Even though he was lucky enough to escape the danger, the sense of danger did not go away. Instead, it grew heavier and heavier. The short-lived sense of danger turned into a long-lasting sense of heaviness.
It meant that the danger would not be solved in a short period of time.
Tang Ling was very fast. He was like a fleeting shadow in the dark grassland. Even the predators of the grassland, the wide-eared variegated fox, could not see him clearly.
Even so, Tang Ling felt that he was not fast enough. He had to be faster.
He had a vague feeling that if he ran into danger in the grassland, it would be hard for him to solve the problem.
The grassland was unobstructed and there was not even a place for him to hide.
Before the danger arrived, he had to run out of the grassland. He had to … Tang Ling did not even care about conserving his stamina. He sprinted as fast as he could.
He did not know why, but amid the tremendous sense of danger, there was a sense of sadness in his heart.
It was as if he was fated, as if he was born with the sorrow of the original sin.
**
Tang Long closed his eyes as if he was resting.
In fact, in such a short period of ten minutes, many large chunks of memories had quickly flashed through his mind.
The flashing was not just a simple recollection. He paused, zoomed in on the details, and compared them. It was the brain that had been trained under his Precise Instinct for a long time, and it was able to process information at an astonishing speed.
Nothing, nothing … He could not find a single hint of familiarity in the bits of information. Where did it come from?
If it was not the useless bits of information, did it come from his daily life? No, Tang Long calmly discarded his daily life memories. His daily life would never have anything to do with this vagrant, not even a passing.
His daily life memories gave him a quick conclusion. In the daily life he was most familiar with, there were 792 people with black eyes, not including this vagrant.
What kind of memory could it be? It must be something important that he cared about. Some of the details must have become part of his memory instincts, thus triggering his emotions when he ran into it.
With that in mind, Tang Long clenched his fists.
Was a vagrant related to his important memories? If that was the case, his judgment had been wrong from the start. The strange emotions did not come from the mission but from the vagrant!
Because, how many memories could Tang Long consider as important?
The unusual emotions rumbled in his heart again, but his mind was already filtering out the important information.
Segment after segment, every detail was presented in a three-dimensional manner.
In the end, it stopped at a piece of newspaper.
**
Tss! * Tang Ling's sprinting speed had reached his limit, but the heavy sense of danger did not diminish. Instead, as the ten minutes ticked by, the sense of danger grew heavier and heavier.
It felt like it had materialized. His heart ached like needles were pricking him, and he started to feel anxious.
That was why Tang Ling grunted coldly.
Why? What's going on? This sense of danger is even more real than the one from the night of the zombies!
Tang Ling was a little absent-minded as he ran. He almost did not feel the sharp pain in his lungs from his hurried breaths.
Even if he maintained his sprinting speed, his body would soon reach its limit, but he dared not stop.
But he didn't dare to stop, why didn't he dare to stop?!
However, how far had he run at this speed? The sense of danger almost made him forget to calculate the distance with his Precise Instinct.
It was then that Tang Ling started to calculate frantically. His maximum sprinting speed was around 2.5 seconds per 100 meters.
However, it was impossible for him to maintain his maximum sprinting speed while running in the grassland.
His current speed should be around 3 seconds per 100 meters, and he had been running for 12 minutes and 11 seconds, which meant he had run 24.3 kilometers.
The wagon was slower than him, but it should have been around 15 kilometers.
Both of them were getting further away from each other every second. Theoretically speaking, the sense of danger should be fading away. The gap of 40 kilometers was also a distance that one could feel safe from.
Why? Why? Why would the sense of danger grow heavier?
**
Why? Why did I miss the chance?
The pen in Tang Long's hand danced rapidly on the white paper. Drawing with his Precise Instinct might not be artistic, but it was like a bug. Every detail of the person he drew was infinitely close to the real thing.
It's him! It's really him! Tang Long felt as though he was in a dream.
Frustration, anger, disappointment, and all sorts of other emotions rumbled in his heart, but he maintained his cold and calm expression as he grabbed the communication device beside him.
The communication device was quickly connected. Tang Long placed the sketch that he had drawn in less than two minutes in front of the device.
"Got a good look?" Tang Long asked calmly.
"Yes." The person who answered the call was a general. He did not understand why Tang Long was holding the sketch in his hand.
"He should still be in the grasslands. It's impossible for him to head north, so we can't search the north. East, south, and west, mobilize the biggest force you can muster to search the area. Capture him immediately if you can't capture him alive. Kill him! In order to avoid any mistakes, each search team must be led by at least five Purple Moon Warriors … "Tang Long's thoughts were clear as he uttered a few simple orders one after another.
"Hold on, Young Master Long. Our base in the Raqir Plains has a limited number of soldiers. There are only 20 Purple Moon Warriors … "The general hesitated before he added," Young Master Long, can you please clarify who this person is? If he is of a high enough importance, we can leave only the necessary personnel to protect the base and the rest will search for him. "
"Hmph." Tang Long chuckled coldly and said, "Activate the level 3 clearance right away and mobilize all the bases in the area to surround the Raqir Plains. I'm afraid your forces alone aren't enough."
Tang Long's fingers started to tap on his temple.
It was something he would only do when he was serious. The general dared not even ask a question in front of Young Master Long. What could be so serious? Why would he need level 3 clearance to mobilize all the military forces in the nearby bases?
"Do I have to come to the base now? Can't I do it myself? "Tang Long suddenly asked a strange question.
"Yes, we can't make an exception for you. It's the president's order! "The general straightened his body and reported loudly.
"That's good. Then let the other bases mobilize the most advanced transportation tools. They must be the fastest, single-soldier transportation tools! Same goes for the Raqir Plains base. "
Tang Long then raised a brow and continued, "This person is Tang Ling. To be exact, it's his disguise. "
"I don't have to elaborate on the rest."
After saying that, Tang Long hung up the communication device. The general was stunned on the other side of the communication device. The sketch that Tang Long had personally drawn was still on the screen of the communication device. It was an important part of the conversation.
It was the most advanced communicator, but unless it was absolutely necessary, a video call would not be carried out because it would be a waste of resources.
Therefore, the moment the call was connected, the general should have known something big was going to happen.
Tang Ling? Tang Ling!
Half a second later, the general reacted to the situation. He grabbed the landline that granted him special clearance and his voice echoed throughout the entire grassland base.
"Attention! Attention! Arm yourselves!"
The order for a Level 1 operation was heard by everyone in the base. It was an overstepping of authority in the grassland base where at least three generals were stationed, but who cared about it?
Orders were given one after another. The other two generals, including Edward, rushed to the command center.
Is Mani out of his mind? Mobilizing almost all the military forces in this crucial moment for a Level 1 operation? What's going on?
With a bang, Edward kicked open the door to the command room. Before he could ask anything, he saw Mani turn around. "Quick, tell us your communication codes. The three of us need to use level 3 authority now and ask all the surrounding bases to send reinforcements!"
Tang Ling was facing an all-encompassing trap!
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