Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 397 - 254

Chapter 397: Chapter 254

Lin Chuqiao and the others teamed up to put on a show, scaring away the team members Mike had arranged outside for support.

Subsequently, Bai Ling demonstrated her skill again, her figure flickering as she transformed into one of the shorter foreigners.

She stood there nonchalantly, her eyes unblinking as she stared at the manor’s entrance, quietly awaiting the target’s appearance.

Praying silently in her heart:

"Mike, oh Mike, come out safely, you are the main character of this show..."

At that moment, the manor was shrouded in smoke, with gunfire and shouts filling the air.

Mike was running for his life.

His figure was in utter disarray, his previously immaculate jacket now torn to shreds, his face smeared with a mixture of dust, blood, and sweat.

In many places, gunfights continued, flashes of fire illuminating the shadows of those engaged in frenzied combat.

Mike had thought that with the natural cover of mist and night, and given the chaos around him, he could slip outside unnoticed.

But unexpectedly, just as he reached an open space, with a whoosh, a flare descended from the sky, instantly lighting up the surroundings like daylight.

The bright glare made him instinctively raise his hand to block it, simultaneously exposing his panicked expression.

The group behind him instantly spotted his whereabouts, their eyes lighting up like wolves spotting prey, shouting as they pursued.

"Catch that foreigner, the Golden Benba Bottle is in his hands!"

"Quick, chase him, don’t let him escape!"

The shouts of pursuit resounded like thunder, Mike’s heart galloping as if it were about to burst from his chest.

He could only brace himself, dodging left and right through the hail of bullets, sprinting towards his teammates’ rendezvous point.

Bullets zipped past his ears, the slightest misstep could mean instant death.

The pursuers behind him were all exceptionally skilled, clinging to him like maggots on bone, impossible to shake off.

As he was about to reach the wall, Mike seized the moment, sprinting with all his might, planting his feet against the wall for leverage.

Just as he was clutching the Golden Benba Bottle in one hand, and gripping the top of the wall with the other, ready to vault over.

A bullet whizzed past his cheek, startling him into a shiver, nearly causing him to lose his grip and fall.

In that life-or-death moment, he mustered all his strength, clumsily clambering over the wall.

Then, a familiar voice echoed as expected.

"Mike, I’m here!"

Mike hastily jumped to the ground, looking in shock at the "teammate" standing at the edge of the forest, gasping for breath:

"Why are you alone, where is Tom?"

Bai Ling, imitating Jerry’s usual tone, urged anxiously:

"He’s upfront covering, quickly hand the item over to me, if you dawdle we’ll both be doomed!"

Not only did she mimic the accent vividly, but her demeanor and gestures were also at an actress level, making it hard to spot any flaws under such urgent circumstances.

Footsteps thudded louder behind, the shouts getting ever closer.

The other treasure hunters were closing in, about to scale the wall and catch up.

In his panic, Mike nodded, firmly gripping the bundle containing the Golden Benba Bottle, hurling it with all his strength towards "Jerry", and shouted:

"Catch it, make sure to protect it!"

"Don’t worry, see you later!"

Bai Ling steadily caught the Golden Benba Bottle, a barely noticeable mischievous smile curving her lips, as she turned and darted into the fog-laden forest without hesitation.

At this moment, some agile treasure hunters had already leaped over the wall and witnessed this scene.

Mike gritted his teeth, then dashed off in another direction.

He dared not pause for a moment, hoping to draw the other treasure hunters away.

Praying simultaneously in his heart that Jerry would successfully deceive the pursuers and then make the rendezvous as planned, escaping with the treasure.

However, these treasure hunters were evidently no pushovers.

They were all seasoned veterans of the Martial World, seeing through Mike and the others’ diversion tactic at a glance.

Exchanging a look, they quickly split into two groups.

One group persistently chased after Mike, determined to capture him alive and reclaim the treasure.

The other group pursued into the dense forest, attempting to intercept the supporting personnel, cutting off any potential back-up plans Mike might have.

A few minutes later, three figures swiftly maneuvered through the mist-laden forest.

Their steps were light, tinged with both urgency and excitement.

They were none other than Lin Chuqiao, Bai Ling, and Big Hammer, who had successfully executed the "swap the real for the fake" plan, acquiring the Golden Benba Bottle.

Lin Chuqiao, while rushing, reported the situation through the consciousness channel:

"Professor, we have the item in hand, moving towards the village outside Mist Mountain."

"However, the fog seems to have thickened, limiting our visibility, slowing us down, and there are still many persistent pursuers behind us."

Her tone slightly urgent, slightly worried about the treasure hunters tracking them.

"It’s alright, everyone has done well."

The Professor’s steady voice subsequently resonated in everyone’s minds:

"Xiao Chu, Bai Ling, proceed with the retreat as planned. Big Hammer, cover the rear, use the terrain to create obstacles for the pursuers as much as possible."

"Monkey, await the signal to act and block the pursuers’ route."

"Yes!"

All team members responded in unison, each executing their respective tasks.

The three in the woods kept their feet moving, continuing to head in the predetermined direction.

Lin Chuqiao ran at the forefront, using her keen senses to dispel the darkness and fog, scouting the retreat path.

Bai Ling clutched the Golden Benba Bottle tightly in her arms, nervously and closely following behind.

Her expression was a mix of tension and concentration, afraid the precious item might slip and fall with any careless move.