Bogota, Crown Casino.
Peredo lost everything, so he took out a card and threw it to the waiter to exchange for chips. However, after waiting for a long time, the waiter returned the card intact.
"I'm sorry, sir, your card has been frozen. Please change it!"
"Um?"
Peredo, who was leaning against a gambling table, drinking red wine and enjoying a massage from a bunny girl, raised his eyelids and angrily said, "Open your dog eyes and see clearly. This is my gold card, how could it be frozen!"
"Sir, if you don't believe me, you can go and check it yourself."
"Feik!"
After swearing a few words that almost made everyone around him laugh, Perido picked up the card angrily, stood up and walked towards the service desk.
Half an hour later, Peredo, who was kicked out of the casino by security for making unreasonable trouble, stood on the side of the road grabbing his hair, smiling into his cell phone.
"I really have something to talk to Mr. Luke about. Could you please help me convey it?"
"Hmph, the boss can't answer the phone right now, please call back another day!"
There was a cold reply from the other end of the phone, and then the call was hung up.
Peredo was stunned, and after struggling for a long time, he still didn't dare to call back, so he quickly dialed another number.
"Mr. Lotu, it's me, Perido! Why did you leave early?"
"Oh, the boss is busy, let's go meet him!"
This Luo Tu spoke softly, but his words still made him feel cold. The jaguar was really crazy. When they didn't like him, they followed him closely, as if they were afraid that he would run away. But now that they were needed, they all left in a flash.
"Then... you all left, what should I do?"
"Wait a minute! The boss will contact you once he's done with the matter!"
Without waiting for Peredo to ask again, Luo Tu hung up the phone.
"What should I do... What should I do?"
Peredo, who accidentally lost his breakfast for tomorrow, paced back and forth on the side of the road, and began to sweat for no apparent reason. He was doing very well in Bogota recently, and with money, everyone was very respectful to him. He felt like he was already in the upper class.
But now, he is about to be beaten back to his original form.
At this time, the phone rang again. Someone was delighted and was about to pick it up, but suddenly froze.
On the screen, the name "Giselle" is lighting up.
In a single apartment near Columbia University, Yuan Xiaoxiao was lying on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a cucumber mask and a bathrobe. She frowned and threw the phone onto the glass coffee table on the side, and her fingers subconsciously tapped on the table.
Calculating the time, Han Daxia had already gotten off the plane, but the call she made was not connected. And as if it was an appointment, Peredo, who usually answered her call in seconds, did not answer the phone.
Thinking of the latest news, Yuan Xiaoxiao's expression under the mask became confused.
"The target was clearly the Black Panther, but they showed up in Rio with such fanfare. What on earth were they trying to do..."
Yuan Xiaoxiao muttered to herself, her eyes swept across the mobile phone on the table, and her fingers tapped slightly faster.
"No matter what you want to do, your ultimate goal is still to get this black panther! I'll just sit back and wait for you!"
He rolled his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and seemed to have thought of something interesting, so he picked up his phone and dialed a Chinese number. If he really had to sit and wait, it would be too boring for him to be alone.
After a while, the phone was connected, and a slightly surprised female voice asked: "Hello? How are you?"
Yuan Xiaoxiao was also stunned, and then suddenly realized. She saw the number in Lao Han's call record. At that time, Lao Han answered the phone, and not long after that, Gu Lang and Wang An took a badger and a "dog" to the hospital. At first, I thought that the first number was Gu Lang's. Now thinking back, if it was really Gu Lang, there should be a note.
But then someone smiled evilly and asked in surprise, "Why did you answer the phone? Where is my brother Gu?"
In the hotel room, Wang An's surprised expression quickly turned into dissatisfaction. He said angrily, "You, Brother Gu, are shit!" and hung up the phone with a cold face.
On the bed in front of her was a map of South America, with Bogota circled in red. At the same time, a certain location in the Amazon rainforest on the south coast, near the west, was also circled.
"It's not really nonsense. It's really close by boat from Dalupe... Damn! You're crazy!"
He frowned and muttered something. Wang An didn't know whether he was angry about Yuan Xiaoxiao's call or was worried about Han Daxia's concealment, but he suddenly felt a little irritated.
Throwing the pen on the map, Wang An put on his slippers and walked to the window. He looked up at the night sky outside the window, his thoughts drifting into the rainforest.
"I don't know what happened to Lao Hei and the others..."
In the middle of the Amazon River, a southward tributary meanders deep into the rainforest. 200 kilometers southwest of the end of the tributary is where the Bitar tribe is located.
At this time, from a makeshift thatched hut covering an area of nearly ten square kilometers, there was a constant snoring sound like thunder. Whenever a patrolling native soldier passed by, he would look at the two native guys guarding outside the thatched hut with sympathy.
In the straw hut, twelve people were lying side by side on the hay floor, eleven of them had their eyes open. It was not because they were not sleepy or afraid, but because the noise was too loud to sleep.
"Tsk tsk, I'm beginning to admire Lao Hei's wife!"
A relatively thin young man lying in the middle position made a teasing sound, which immediately caused a burst of laughter.
They have been locked up here for more than ten days, and they still haven't gotten used to someone's snoring. The young man's ridicule is not wrong. Anyone who can sleep under such noise must be in true love.
Just near the left edge, someone did not join in the fun, but turned over impatiently and coughed unhappily.
The teasing gradually subsided, and someone patted the snoring person, and the atmosphere began to become awkward. The ten of them were used to making noises, so it didn't matter if it affected anyone, but there were two "outsiders" present.
Ding Yi turned his head slightly to look at Yang Xu who had his back turned away, with confusion still on his face.
Although he knew no more than the others, he knew clearly why the natives had captured them. Although he had not been hurt at the moment, it was not a good idea to be locked up like this forever.
He didn't dare to expect the "boss" in the coaches' words to save them. If he wanted to leave, he had to find a way to save himself. But before that, he had to reach an agreement with everyone.
"Hey, Lao Yang, you've been here for a long time. Tell me, have you found anything..."
Ding Yi was interrupted by Yang Xu before he could finish his words. Yang Xu turned his back and sighed, muttering, "Let's talk tomorrow! It's late!"
"Tsk~"
Ding Yi laughed at himself and whispered, "For us, is there any difference between day and night? We are not locked up in the same way!"
"call!"
Yang Xu suddenly turned over and sat up. He looked at Ding Yi in the dim moonlight outside the shed and frowned, "What do you mean? Are you blaming me?"
"Eh? I didn't say that! I meant to say..."
"You mean, if it weren't for saving me, you wouldn't be locked up here, so I have to listen to whatever you say now, right?" Yang Xu suppressed his anger and said angrily in a low voice: "Did I ask you to come and save me?"
"Damn it, Brother Yang, what you said is not right!" The unhappy voice of an outdoor coach sounded in the darkness: "We came all the way to save you, and although we don't want anything from you, you can't talk to us in this tone, right?"
There was a moment of silence under the straw hut, and Ding Yi was surprised to find that the person who was known to him as a quick-witted talker did not retort. After a while, he suddenly realized that the ten old men looked polite, but they were all hot-tempered. If they really quarreled, someone would probably get beaten.
Sure enough, after a while, Yang Xu's voice, which had suppressed his anger, rang out, and he said helplessly: "Then... what do you want to ask? Ask quickly! I'm so sleepy..."
Ding Yi quietly raised his hand to cover his mouth, fearing that he would be heard if he laughed out loud.