Many times, when it comes to love affairs and major issues of right and wrong, Wang Ping believes that he can make a clear distinction.
For example, right now, if it was just a case involving a certain Han, Wang Ping wouldn't care about him, but if it involved the safety of his family, he would still be willing to cooperate with Interpol.
So just a hundred meters after the airboat drifted downstream, Han Daxia heard the ringing tone of his satellite phone in his backpack.
"Is it really because of my age?"
Old Han was holding Yang Xu's thigh and doubting his life, "I have looked everywhere, but I can't find it..."
"Hey, let me go! I won't leave!"
Han Daxia broke away from Yang Xu's arm with a dark face, and hurriedly ran to open his backpack, wanting to check the information with the headquarters first. However, just as he took the phone in his hand, he watched the screen go black and the phone turned off automatically.
"Brother Han..."
Yi Jiuyang, who was still limping, took a water bottle and compressed biscuits to Yang Xu, and rummaged through his backpack for spare clothes. He asked, "What should we do now? Should we just wait here for the police to come?"
"Well, if we follow normal procedures, there should be a SWAT helicopter passing by, and then..."
Hero Han took out a spare battery to replace it, then paused, suddenly raised his head, with a look of surprise and doubt in his eyes.
He suddenly remembered the explosion that happened in Porto Carreño. If that person was still trying to make a feint to the east and attack in the west this time...
“Oh no!”
Looking along the river surface towards the airboat that had disappeared around the corner, Old Han was about to run after it, but was suddenly hugged by someone again. Suddenly, he fell to the ground against a rock on the river bank, and his front teeth made a crisp sound.
"Woo... Brother Han, where are you going..." Yang Xu asked, spitting biscuit crumbs.
“Oh my god… uh, oh my god!” Old Han covered his mouth with his hand, looking hopeless.
For the Bitar tribe, the darkest hour has finally arrived.
Seeing four blood-stained militants carrying the anesthetized Black Panther on long wooden poles back to the square and putting it into the iron cage that had been prepared long ago, the natives around them, whether they were the small group that still refused to surrender, or those who had surrendered to Peredo, or those who were sitting there numbly, all fell to the ground and cried.
The sacred beast met with disaster, and the Bitar tribe no longer belonged to this rainforest.
No one paid any attention to this group of "ignorant" natives. Several fully armed men winked at each other, covered the iron cage with canvas, and then someone came pushing a wheeled cart and moved the iron cage to the river.
Peredo had been hiding in the hut in the middle since he came back, watching his laptop and constantly refreshing the webpage of his bank account. When he heard the sudden louder shouts from outside, the cart pushing the black panther was almost at the river.
"Hey, where are you sending this?"
Perido stood up and chased out the door, pointing at the people who were leaving and frowning at a "subordinate" who was coming towards him.
"Boss, Mr. Luo Tu is receiving the goods downstream. We are sending the goods to him!"
"Downstream? Fuck, didn't I tell him to transport it himself? Why should we send it to him?" Perido's expansion speed was visible to the naked eye. In just a few hours, the tone of his voice was completely different.
A certain white youth who was speaking with his head down had a flash of mockery in his eyes, but he still smiled and said, "Boss, the helicopter is too obvious a target, so we can only go by water. This trip back and forth will delay your collection of money!"
"Oh, that's right..."
Peredo nodded as if suddenly realizing something, patted his shoulder, and then pointed impatiently at the shouting crowd outside and said angrily: "Stop letting them howl, hurry up and dig a hole and bury the dead. Shit, it's going to stink!"
After that, he ignored it and went back to browsing his webpage, and asked someone to close the door. Not long after, the crowd outside became noisy with shouting, and slowly went away, as if they were really going to dig a pit.
"Tsk~ You just deserve to be punished!"
Perido muttered, then leaned back in a recliner and hummed a song unconsciously.
Outside, as they walked, Ding Yi and the others felt something was wrong. They didn't know where the armed men were taking them. He and Zhou Tong were blocked in the middle by other people, and they were supporting Lao Hei on the left and right, so they couldn't see clearly. But they could clearly feel that the crowd was getting smaller and smaller.
From time to time, we passed by thatched huts that were half burned down, and there were also many that remained intact. But for some reason, the doors of all the thatched huts we passed by were sealed from the outside.
Soon, Ding Yi knew why.
"Go in!"
In front of an open thatched hut, a white man holding a gun pointed at several people and shouted, while another man tied everyone's hands behind their backs with cable ties and sealed their mouths with rags.
Lao Hei was pale as he held the little girl in one hand, but before he could react, someone snatched her away, and with a shout, he put his arm behind his head. The wound on his shoulder burst open, and blood began to flow out. Lao Hei couldn't help but groan, and struggled to take the little girl back.
"Brother Hei!"
"Let him go!"
"Fuck you!"
Ding Yi, Zhou Tong and the others were all excited, and then they were pointed at by more than three guns, beaten up, and pushed into the thatched house. Lao Hei struggled to crawl to the side of the little girl who couldn't even cry because her mouth was blocked, and then he heard the sound of nails being nailed to the door outside.
For some reason, they didn't feel fear in their hearts, but instead felt a little annoyed. These damn people didn't even give me a chance to say my last words.
When their eyes adjusted to the dimness in the room, they looked at each other and saw Zhou Tong hunched over Ding Yi like a maggot and pressed her face against his hands.
"Oh, clever boy!"
Others followed suit and paired up to help. Before Lao Hei could find anyone else, he saw a big man with half his butt exposed, moving towards him with his back to him.
"Woo woo... nei (you) rou (go) ai (open)!"
Lao Hei's eyes suddenly widened, and he kept making "wuwu" sounds, and finally he watched helplessly as the butt hit his face.
"(?﹏?)!! Oh my god!"
The voices of the crowd outside became quieter and quieter, and disappeared without a trace. Several people took off the rags gagged in their mouths, but suddenly lost the desire to speak. They just leaned against each other in a daze, waiting for the final moment to come.
Not long after, footsteps were heard again, along with the sound of flowing water, and a smell of gasoline came in through the door.
Everyone's face changed and they could no longer remain calm.
Everyone may be ready to die, but to be honest, they are not ready to be burned.
"Fuck you, come on, shoot me if you dare! How can you be considered a hero if you set fire? If you have the guts, come in!" Zhou Tong yelled at the top of his voice.
However, the people outside paid no attention to it. After pouring the gasoline, the footsteps faded away. Lao Hei sniffed for a long time with his nose raised, and then looked thoughtful.
Perado took a nap, and when he woke up he subconsciously refreshed the webpage, but found that the 500,000 US dollars that Luke promised him had still not arrived, so he couldn't help but feel anxious.
"Go, get my phone!"
I shouted at the door, but for some reason, there was no response for a long time.
Peridot grumbled and stood up to open the door. But after pushing it twice, he found that the wooden door was bolted from the outside. Peridot's heart skipped a beat and he kicked it hard again, but the wooden door was still firmly closed.
“F…Fuck! Someone, open the door!”
"Someone come... Is there anyone here?"
"Where are all the dead people? Open the door for me!"
Outside the door, a dozen fully armed figures stood in front of a brazier, paying no attention to Peredo's shouts. After lighting the torches in their hands, they walked towards the huts with grim smiles.