The Greatest Man Alive By Maveric Bowman

Nathan didn’t rush into the military compound rashly. Even if he was confident, he couldn’t fight against so many micro chargers and rifles.

Even if he were Iron Man, he would die.

Moreover, he had no intention of being an enemy of these fighters, so the best way to kill him was to sneak in instead of walking in from the front gate.

It began to rain heavily, accompanied by thunderstorms from far away.

Nathan had already quietly climbed onto the fence of the compound. The fence was very high, and barbed wire was on it, so he would be cut if he was not careful.

However, Nathan’s movements were unbelievably gentle, and he didn’t hurt himself.

His hands were as soft as a cat’s paws. He lightly placed them on the barbed wire and hopped over like this.

Just after a group of patrolling soldiers passed by, Nathan jumped down from the wall.

The sound of the rain hitting the ground and the leaves just overshadowed the sound of his landing, and he landed softly enough that it didn’t attract anyone’s attention.

He lay quietly in the grass, wearing a navy–blue suit.

It was not reliable to wear those so–called night suits at night because those suits were also black. When people looked over,

they would easily spot the difference, and he could be exposed.

On the contrary, it was navy blue or blue, which was close to black, and it was even more difficult for people to notice it on such a dark night.

Footsteps sounded repeatedly, and the patrolling soldiers never slacked off, even on rainy nights, showing extremely professional qualities.

“Bang!”

Another group of soldiers‘ footsteps arose, and they walked through the grass in front of Nathan.

in the grass still, like an old snake that was

the peristalsis speed of his internal organs gradually slowed down, and the temperature of his body also started to drop.

if someone had used a thermal imager to search him at this time, he wouldn’t be

heart beat at a frighteningly low rate, almost completely integrated with the surrounding environment.

was the “turtle breathing technique” that Nathan learned from a prisoner. It was especially used to pretend to be dead. Of course,

had amazing hearing. They could hear clearly even if there were reptiles passing

one needed to use the “turtle breath technique”

two hours in an ambush among the bushes. During these two hours, he remained motionless, and his

the grass with a “snake picking grass” move, and his speed was really like a

up. He hit the ground with his toes

the tallest building in the courtyard. He stuck himself against the wall and began

him, and he climbed up like a

saw his performance tonight, they might think that this guy was not a human being, but some kind

upstairs, Nathan closed his eyes to listen. He vaguely heard James talking and laughing. He was talking on the phone.

dared to threaten me, telling me

that I would hide in the military compound of the 81st Division.”

to see how

the danger was close. He might be dead at any time.

his voice. He locked on the small western building where James

escaped this time, it’s her luck.”

won’t let people kill her, and I

this housekeeper is the person she values the most. If we kill him, she

chances. There will be plenty of ways to deal

still

he said made Nathan shake his head involuntarily. He wanted to kill him so badly.

of scum had no bottom lines. He did such bad deeds in the

at this time, he was still proud of it, planning to send someone

and rationally.” Nathan squinted his eyes. His eyes, in the dark night,