The Natural Forest Land at night was somewhat terrifying. Most of the trees had lost all their leaves, and under the moonlight, their branches resembled clawing ghostly shadows.
The camp's searchlights gave off a faint glow, stretching every shadow longer and longer until they looked strange and sharp.
A dark figure moved through the woods, first using the trees to conceal herself. She circled most of the way around the camp, found a tree of suitable height and climbed it, then carefully shifted onto another tree.
The patrolman carrying a flashlight did not notice that someone had appeared directly above his head, and the figure overhead had no intention of jumping down.
According to the intelligence Batman had given her, Gordon had pulled out all the stops to make this job look good.
The patrol officers had to send back a signal confirming their safety every two minutes, which meant that if they were knocked unconscious, headquarters would know immediately.
This undoubtedly made infiltration far more difficult, but it clearly could not stop Catwoman. She never touched the ground, moving from treetop to treetop with the agility of a panther.
However, there were not many trees ahead. Catwoman had no choice but to climb down the trunk, slip into a patch of bushes in a blind spot of the patrolmen's vision, pull out a military shovel she had prepared from her waist, and swiftly dig up a dense bush by its roots.
She then used the bush as cover and quietly shuffled forward.
Several patrol officers noticed movement there, but Catwoman was small, and the bush's dense foliage concealed her well enough that she was not discovered.
Slowly inching along like that, she broke through three layers of encirclement and finally reached the center of the forest land.
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