At sunset, the setting sun is like blood.
The smoke in the rainforest dissipated and the gunfire gradually subsided, but the birds still did not dare to return to the forest.
Two team members in camouflage uniforms dragged a few green branches to put out the smoke from the bushes in the forest. Another person appeared dragging a body and threw it into the scorched earth.
"Pooh!"
A young man with a full beard was sitting on a black tree stump, spitting. There was a piece of black shrapnel stuck in his arm, staining a large area of his sleeve red.
Opposite him, the doctor accompanying the team was bandaging the wound of a man who kept groaning. Judging from the number of bodies dragged to the open space, this was the only militant who survived the pursuit.
When his teammate finished bandaging the wound and was walking towards him carrying the medicine box, the bearded man stood up, pulled out his pistol, and without even saying hello, shot the guy opposite him in the thigh which had just been bandaged.
The sound of gunfire was heard far away in the quiet forest. The busy team members were startled. They turned their heads and saw the behavior of a certain bearded man, then shrugged their shoulders and continued to work, as if they were used to it.
"Ah~~! Fuck! Fuck oil!"
The man whose thigh was pierced convulsed with blood on his face, and he yelled and cursed at the top of his voice, using foul language. But the bearded man seemed not to hear anything, and did not even show any expression.
"Captain..."
A doctor turned his head to look at the masterpiece of the bearded man, rolled his eyes and muttered unhappily: "Next time you have this idea, can you give me a heads up in advance? Aren't bandages free? My time is also valuable, okay?"
"What do you know!"
A captain raised his eyebrows proudly: "If I had told you in advance, you wouldn't have bandaged him. This is called giving him hope, and then making him despair! Do you think there is a kind of philosophical truth in it?"
"Fuck you! Kill me if you dare!"
The man who was beaten was so angry that he would have rushed over and beaten this wicked guy to death if his hands were not tied. What kind of philosophy is this? It's obvious that they just wanted to torture him.
"Don't worry. When I know the news I want to know, do you think you can still be alive?"
The bearded man's words made the teammates around him curse in their hearts. I've never seen such a straightforward person. He has not even reviewed the intelligence yet, but he has already revealed his plan.
"I know this even if you don't ask me. You just want to know Mr. Luke's whereabouts! Haha..."
The man raised his head and laughed in despair, mocking: "To tell you the truth, he separated from us the moment he met you. You idiots thought we were protecting him and escaping, and you all really chased after him, haha..."
"Bang!"
After the gunshot, the man's laughter stopped abruptly and his head drooped back weakly.
"Tsk..." A doctor walked to the side of the bearded man, and when he wasn't paying attention, he raised his hand and pulled out the shrapnel from his arm, shaking his head and sighing, "You're too anxious, why don't you ask again?"
The bearded man shivered in pain and almost threw away his gun. When he heard the doctor's question, he snorted in grievance and said unhappily, "He actually dared to scold me. I hate it most when people say I'm stupid! How am I stupid?"
"Yes, yes, you're not stupid!" The doctor pressed his hand on the arm that was bleeding and pushed him back. No one paid any attention to the man who had already died.
At the same time, in the Bita tribe, 3,000 kilometers away, people were also feeling aggrieved.
“Why?”
Yang Xu stood at the front and angrily said to a middle-aged man wearing a red bird feather headdress and Armani: "It was us who found the special medicine to save all of you! Otherwise, you would still be squatting in the toilet now! Why do you still want to lock us up?"
"Yes! Why?"
"That's what Brother Yang said!"
"Are you still being reasonable?"
A group of strong men behind them, who were taller than the natives on average, echoed the words, but none of them tried to take action. Around them, more than twenty native warriors holding iron spears formed a circle, and archers were aiming at them from behind.
Yang Xu finally understood why Ding Yi and his men didn't even try to resist, and were captured obediently. Facing a team with this kind of configuration, there was really no point in resisting.
"Ah du lu gen~ di sawa~ ko peat dig~!"
The middle-aged man with a serious face opened his mouth to say something, and the pale-faced priest next to him acted as an interpreter and said to the few people in English: "The clan leader said that this strange disease had never appeared in the clan before you guys came. It must be brought by unclean people like you! So we have to purify you!"
"Fuck! You shaman, stop talking nonsense. Did he say so many words just now?" Lao Hei pointed at a certain clan leader, his face full of suspicion.
However, the high priest curled his lips and didn't even need a translator. He just waved his hand, and someone came forward and grabbed everyone's arms and held them up.
"What do you want to do? Let me go!"
"You are ungrateful!"
"Hey, could you at least explain what purification is?"
A group of people were walking towards an open space in a noisy manner. They could smell a strange herbal scent from a distance, and there was also a faint glow of fire. After turning around a large thatched house that looked like a "Gathering Hall", they saw several huge iron pots set up in the open space in front of them.
The crowd was heading for the pots. When they got closer, they found that there were not only pots, but also a dozen native women waiting there with knives in their hands and smiling. Their expressions looked malicious.
"Oh my god!"
Yang Xu, Ding Yi and a group of coaches who were being escorted felt their hair stand on end, their eyeballs almost popped out, and they all started struggling.
Then, at the command of a certain priest who came later, countless native warriors rushed over to help hold down the crowd, pulling at their clothes and pulling at their pants.
"Go away! Don't touch me~Ahhh!!"
Lao Hei was laid on the ground, holding onto his waistband tightly, his face flushed red. On his other side, Yang Xu was held down by five people, but he was still holding onto his waistband tightly, veins on his face popping out.
"I can't describe your grandma, let me go! Let me go!"
Ding Yi was held by two native warriors, and another was pulling his pants like in tug-of-war.
“Ah~~!”
A tragic scream suddenly rang out, and everyone couldn't help but be distracted, only to find that the young man named Zhou Tong, who loved to laugh and joke with Lao Hei the most, had been stripped naked, and was squatting on the ground with his hands covering his indescribable parts, cursing like a pig being slaughtered.
Everyone looked at the iron pot that seemed to be boiling water, and then looked at the native women who were laughing more and more happily.
"So-called purification is..."
There seemed to be a pause on the field, and then shouts were heard everywhere and everyone struggled more violently.
On the other side, deep in the rainforest.
"A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated!"
Gu Laosan pointed at the jaguar squatting in front of Wang An without even looking at him, and angrily said with an unhappy face: "Do you think I'm easy to bully? I'm telling you, I have a temper too! If you push me too far, I... I'll make you pay!"
"Okay, Xiao Huang was just kidding you! Why are you so excited?"
Wang An tried to comfort him helplessly, but what he said made Wang Ping want to laugh. However, before he could really laugh, his face darkened again. Damn it, this guy even had a name, it seems that he can't get it back.