The Art of Hiding

Pigs have very poor eyesight.

Even so, Li Qing could still clearly see the dazzling morning light shining in from the window.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the sunlight shone through the large windows, illuminating the inside and outside of the pig farm.

This was a terrible time, and under these circumstances, Li Qing obviously couldn't use methods like cutting off the power or turning off the lights.

So, how exactly do we "blind" the enemy?

Like a struggling writer facing severe writer's block but still having to keep updating, Li Qing had to face the heavy pressure brought by the perilous situation while trying his best to think of the next countermeasure.

Meanwhile, Thomas was rapidly shifting his position.

"What to do."

The enemy's footsteps grew closer and closer, almost reaching the passageway where he was.

Li Qing's enormous body would soon be fully exposed to the enemy, and he would then face an attack that was impossible to dodge.

Meanwhile, a group of pigs were grunting and squealing nearby.

These big, dim-witted creatures were just terrified by the explosion, but now they've completely forgotten the danger and are continuing their carefree lives.

These calls, along with their scent, all became obstacles that disrupted Li Qing's train of thought.

And he couldn't control himself.

This pig-like body seems to have an instinct to communicate with its own kind.

Different scents are automatically converted into information and transmitted to the brain, allowing Li Qing to know which sows in which pen are courting and which boars in which pen are in heat.

Damn it!

Li Qing tried her best to block out this useless information.

Finally, a scent entered his nasal cavity, bringing him enough useful information:

"That's animal feed, lots and lots of animal feed."

"Corn, wheat bran, and oilseed cake were piled up in heaps nearby."

The smell of the pig feed made Li Qing's eyes light up instantly.

He certainly didn't want to eat; he had thought of a way to make himself invisible to the enemy.

So, the instant Thomas saw him, Li Qing suddenly took off running.

He moved along the low cement wall of the rectangular pigpen, using the wall to block the enemy's view while weaving through the passageways between the pigpen.

"Stop!"

Thomas let out a loud shout, his face grim.

Seeing Li Qing trying so hard to hide his bulky body in this comical manner, as if trying to play hide-and-seek with him using the low cement wall, he simply stopped bothering to adjust his position.

Thomas leaped directly onto the low concrete wall of the nearby pigpen.

Standing on this low cement wall, which is about one meter high, he immediately gained a superb view of "all the mountains are small".

I see you.

Li Qing's clumsy hiding methods were no longer effective; Thomas's eyes were already locked onto his body through the orange goggles.

Then, amidst the bewildered and ignorant gazes of those sows...

Thomas, standing on the pigpen wall, quickly pulled the trigger, unleashing another burst of metal at the pig with a conspicuous health bar floating above its head.

Sixteen metal projectiles shot out amidst the flame storm.

They shifted direction in the air, coalescing into an indestructible spear that ultimately struck Li Qing with pinpoint accuracy, piercing through his long-suffering left foreleg joint once more.

Li Qing suddenly staggered.

But he did not fall to the ground.

Having anticipated this, he slowed down after hearing the gunshot and struggled to regain his balance after being shot in the front leg.

"The enemy has already opened fire."

"Perhaps to prevent me from getting close enough to attack his main body, he used a double-barreled shotgun with the strongest recoil control."

"Just like I heard, this kind of gun needs to be reloaded after each shot. To stop me from escaping as much as possible, the enemy's next move won't be stopping to reload, but rather throwing grenades!"

As Li Qing ran, he mentally anticipated the enemy's movements.

Just as he had expected, Thomas did not choose to reload and fire again.

Without hesitation, he took a grenade from his waist, quickly pulled the pin, locked onto the target, and forcefully threw the grenade, which was now on its countdown to explosion, back at it.

"They've arrived."

Li Qing smelled the gunpowder odor coming from mid-air, growing closer and stronger.

He is still running forward.

At the same time, a smile appeared on his adorable pig-like face:

"Perfect timing. I'm almost there too."

Li Qing leaped forward, carrying the grenade that was hot on his heels, and lunged forward.

Standing in front of him was a tall machine, a large feed pellet mill used in pig farms to batch mix and process feed.

Next to the feed machine was a pile of processed mixed pig feed, stacked on the ground like a small mountain.

Li Qing crashed headfirst into it.

Just as all pigs dream, he leaped into a small mountain of feed.

At that moment, the grenade caught up from behind.

It exploded like thunder on Li Qing, in that small mountain of feed.

Boom!

High-pressure air waves swept out in all directions.

The strong wind swept up the feed made of corn and wheat bran, instantly creating a thick, golden fog.

"What?!"

Thomas's expression changed slightly.

The next instant, a blast of corn kernels propelled by the blast wave hit him head-on.

These corn kernels weren't very powerful, but Thomas was already struggling to stand on that narrow, low wall, and his center of gravity was very unstable.

The sudden explosion not only caused him to eat a mouthful of pig chaff, but also caused him to stumble backward and fall into the pigsty, landing on the stinking, damp ground.

"Pah, pah!"

Thomas hurriedly spat out the pig feed that had gotten into his mouth.

Then, surrounded by a group of sows, he awkwardly stood up from the filthy, disgusting unidentified liquid and quickly raised his gun to face the enemy.

At this moment, the dust from the exploding grain was still spreading, temporarily obstructing visibility.

Where is he?

Thomas nervously observed the fog, where only a faint shadow could be seen.

"Rest assured."

The supervisor's reminder came through the wireless headset in time.

While Thomas and Li Qing were facing off, he stayed in the rear, observing everything that was happening on the battlefield.

"Li Qing didn't escape to another place, otherwise I would have been able to see him."

"He's hiding in this fog right now. Once the fog clears, we'll find him."

The supervisor provided Thomas with this crucial intelligence.

"Um."

Thomas nodded and continued to observe the fog spreading ahead with great concentration.

The fog dissipated quickly.

Because the pig farm was a large space, the dust and mist stirred up by the explosion quickly dissipated into the surrounding open space, becoming thin, translucent, and no longer able to provide any cover.

Within seconds, the scene hidden behind the fog was fully revealed.

"What?!"

Thomas's face stiffened:

The fog lifted, but the prey had vanished.

The conspicuous health bar never reappeared, and Li Qing vanished into the dust and mist that had lasted only a few seconds.

Thomas could see now was the devastation left by the explosion in the pigsty, and the fat pigs in the pens, stunned by the sound of the explosion.

"How is that possible? How could he disappear so quickly?"

Thomas couldn't find the pig with the health bar on its head no matter what he tried.

He quickly asked into the wireless earpiece:

"Supervisor, are you sure Li Qing didn't escape to somewhere else?"

"I'm sure." The supervisor's voice also carried a hint of doubt. "He definitely didn't escape the area covered by that fog."

"This"

Thomas looked somewhat confused.

If Li Qing didn't escape to another place, how could he have disappeared in just a few seconds?

With such a conspicuous blood bar on its head, completely different from other pigs, it was impossible not to notice it.

Wait for the health bar.

Thomas suddenly realized something:

As long as he doesn't use his "stand-in ability" and doesn't have that health bar, Li Qing looks no different from any other pig.

In other words

Thomas stared at the huddled-together, grunting fat pigs, his expression turning very strange.

"Li Qing, are you hiding among these pigs right now?"