Feng Qizheng lay in a pool of blood, and the walkie-talkie was speaking in Ning Chen's own voice. He stood there, too stunned to think.

"Old Feng, Old Feng, report your position...

Old Pan, can you get a fix on Old Feng's position?"

After a while, the voice came over the walkie-talkie again. "Old Pan, Old Pan, if you hear me, answer."

But a long time passed, and nobody answered.

Now the voice was clearly panicking, and it trembled. "Old Chen, Old Gao... can you hear me? If you hear me, answer. If you hear me, answer..."

There was only silence on the other end.

Ning Chen couldn't stand it any longer. He picked up the walkie-talkie, hesitated, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Old Pan, Old Chen, can you hear me? If you hear me, answer. If you hear me, answer..."

Ning Chen shouted, "Who the hell are you?"

"Old Feng, can you hear me? Report your position, report your position..."

Ning Chen checked the walkie-talkie.

There was nothing wrong with it.

That meant he could hear the other side, but the other side couldn't hear him.

Boom!!!

Just then, a dull explosion came from a little over half a mile away.

Then the voice that was exactly his came over the walkie-talkie again. "Sang Kang and Ye Xingjue located. Anyone receiving, get here and back me up, now..."

Sang Kang and Ye Xingjue?

He knew who Ye Xingjue was. But who was Sang Kang? Kang Baobao?

Ning Chen had no idea what to make of it.

What the hell was going on?

Why were Wu Tiezhu and Feng Qizheng here?

And why did the voice on the walkie-talkie sound exactly like his?

Ning Chen thought for a moment, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He actually had a rough guess already. He just needed to confirm it.

"Old Feng, sorry to leave you lying here. I'll be back soon."

He said it to Feng Qizheng's body. Then he slung the sniper rifle over his back, took the dead man's submachine gun, and went after the sound of the explosion.

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