The rain was still falling, and it was quite heavy, accompanied by thunder and lightning, striking the broad-leaved trees, making a crackling sound.
This kind of weather is actually very suitable for an ambush. Because the rain will wash away all traces and smells, helping them to lurk and hide, facilitating an unexpected attack.
Everyone was soaked, with water dripping soundlessly down, and the rain blurred their vision. Fortunately, their weapons were all waterproof; otherwise, if they couldn't fire upon encountering the enemy, that would be quite amusing.
"Aaron!"
"Coming, coming."
"Find a way to get the climbing rope to the top of the cliff," Adrian commanded.
Aaron Faber stepped out of the crowd, holding a black mini-plane, and placed it on the ground. He squatted down, adjusted the plane, and said,
"No problem, give me the climbing rope."
