In the tropical rainforest, amidst a downpour.
Luo Zheng and his men charged ahead through the rain like hungry wolves, no one spoke a word. Their body heat mixed with the rain, forming a white mist of steam. Their camouflage suits were completely soaked, and large raindrops drummed on their helmets, splashing away with a thudding sound. The thick greasepaint on the warriors' faces washed away in the rain, revealing bulging veins on their arms as they gripped their guns, their fierce gazes became even more resolute and powerful, and their lips were tightly sealed with anger.
Running, sprinting rapidly, fallen trees blocked the way, but they leaped over without wasting time by turning. The rainwater on the ground splashed wildly under their anti-explosion boots, making a whooshing noise. No one looked back, no one stopped, they were all running as if their lives depended on it.
