Yi Jiuyang was busy boiling water nearby and didn't hear what Old Man Han was mumbling. Behind Han Daxia, Yang Xu, who had just changed his clothes but still had a bruised face, was lying on the hammock groaning.
Last night, in the dark, he chewed a long-tailed ocelot in the dark and drank a bellyful of raw blood. In addition, the wound on his skin was slightly infected. When Han Daxia stayed with him, he relaxed physically and mentally, and then he collapsed. He had a low-grade fever and diarrhea, and he kept vomiting and diarrhea. The compressed biscuits had not yet taken effect, and they all became fertilizer for the rain forest.
Old Han spat a mouthful of blood-mixed saliva toward the river, and once again suppressed the urge to drag Yang Xu into the woods and beat him up. He put the satellite phone he hung up into his pocket, turned his head and looked at Yi Jiuyang, sighing like he was leaking air from his mouth: "Jiuyang, stop working, take Yang Xu and let's go!"
"Go? Where to? Aren't you going to wait for them to come back?" Yi Jiuyang turned his head and asked in surprise.
"Hmph! Them?" Han Daxia cursed angrily with a dark face: "I called and asked! The rescue team and special police have arrived, and a group of injured people have been sent away. No one cares about us at all! If we don't go there quickly, they might just take a plane and leave!"
“Ah~”
Yang Xu, who was in a daze, suddenly sat up and shouted while panting: "Where is the plane? Go, go!"
At this time, it was already past the second half of the night in China, but because of the sudden attack, most netizens who were paying attention to this matter were still staying up late waiting for news. Just as Lao Hei, Ding Yi and others left with the helicopter, Ye Yu, as the liaison officer, had already reported the news to the embassy in advance.
The embassy immediately released an announcement on its official website and official WeChat account in China, which simply stated that the people previously detained by the Bitar tribe had been safely rescued and were not in danger of death. It did not mention what Gu Lang and Wang An had done or the appearance of Anna and others.
From the time Yang Xu broke the news that the Bitar tribe was attacked by armed elements to the time the announcement was released, it took no more than two hours. The Internet was full of praise for the efficiency of the rescue, while at the same time there were various speculations about whether a fight had broken out behind the scenes.
The editors of various portals were unlucky and all got out of bed to work overtime. All kinds of illogical and strange news were published without any charge, and then reposted by various big Vs, who analyzed the deep meaning behind them.
Because the live broadcast room was blocked early, no one except Douyu's top management knew that the first people to arrive at the Bitar tribe were Gu Xianyu and his group. After all, it involved a vicious incident, and the official Weibo account also consciously erased the actions of several people in it, taking the blame for them.
Even if the Brazilian authorities knew the details of the incident, they would not do anything to them, and they would also avoid retaliation from those who slipped through the net. However, as Gu Lao San himself said, criticism and education are indispensable.
However, unlike what Old Han was worried about, the few people could not leave for the time being. Even when Wang An went to the toilet, there were several native women accompanying him, fearing that their Saint Lady would abandon them and run away secretly.
Since it involved other people's "family affairs", Ye Yu couldn't help, so he had to continue to do so with the others and wait for the helicopter to come back to pick them up.
Gu Laosan was just thinking dejectedly about how to pass the buck when he saw a white-bearded elder who spoke English fluently walking towards him with a smile.
"Mr. Gu,"
The old man bowed and performed a strange etiquette before he came close, which frightened Gu Laosan and Ye Yu and they both left at the same time. A certain elder ignored Ye Yu and just smiled and said to Gu Lang: "Do you have any requirements for the room you and Her Highness the Saint will sleep in? I'll ask them to clean it up first so that you can go to bed early."
“No, no!”
Gu Laosan hadn't reacted yet, and thought the old man was being polite, so he shook his head and said, "Everywhere is in a mess and needs help now, we can just find a place to make do!"
"That won't do!"
Before Gu Lang could finish, the old man started to yell, puffing his beard and glaring, "Her Highness the Saint is our most honorable person. As her husband, how can you be so indifferent to her daily life! Her Highness has no time to deal with such trivial matters. You have to take responsibility!"
"Walter?" Gu Xianyu was stunned for a moment. He was about to scold this old man, but then he suddenly thought of something. He looked around quietly and climbed over the elder's shoulder, whispering, "You mean, hey, I live with An An?"
"You can't address the saint by her name!" The old man glared at him, but then lowered his voice and said in a slightly vulgar tone, "You are her husband, so you should live together! How dare I stop you?"
"Oh... well, well, I'll just look around and tell you when I've picked one!"
The salty fish trembled with his mouth corners, if it wasn't in front of a certain elder, he would have laughed. Then he ran to choose a room with a wretched face without saying hello to Ye Yu, making the others look at each other in confusion.
"Hehe~" Zhou Tong stroked his beard and wandered to the side of a certain elder. He asked with a smile, "Sir, what's the good news? You only told Gu Lang and didn't tell us. Aren't you too biased?"
"It's a good thing indeed! Do you want it too?" A certain elder smiled with some ill intention, his eyes unconsciously pointing towards Zhou Tong's lower body.
"Yes, why not?" Zhou Tong said with a smile, not realizing the problem yet.
"That's fine!" The elder nodded, raised his chin and gestured, "Then you can also go and pick a thatched hut!"
"That's it?"
Zhou Tong looked around blankly at first, then a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on her face.
At present, most of the thatched houses in the tribe were either burned or destroyed. I am afraid that many people will have to use the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed tonight. It is indeed a good thing that they let him choose first, and he can't make it public.
"Hey, well, thanks!"
Seeing a young man happily going to pick a thatched house, the elder suddenly laughed obscenely. Seeing that there are more women than men in the tribe, the reproduction of the tribe in the future may be a big problem, so we must always prepare for this matter.
At the same time, Wang Ping, who didn't know that his sister was "living together", was walking quietly among the treetops.
Under the tree, Yuan Xiaoxiao was swinging a knife, seemingly strolling aimlessly, but not long after, she heard a shout in her ears.
"I was wrong... Woohoo, please forgive me... I don't want to die..."
Wang Ping avoided the branches and jumped to another tree along two connected branches. As soon as he went around the trunk, he saw Perido who was tied tightly under a tree through the gap.
Peredo looked extremely miserable at this time. Not only was his leg broken, but there were also many cuts on his body, and his lower body was soaked in blood. Apparently, the soldiers who escorted him were afraid that he would escape before leaving, so they gave him some more drugs.
Footsteps were heard, and Yuan Xiaoxiao walked out without concealing her figure at all, and stood directly in front of Perido.
"Uh... you, are you here to save me? If you let me go, I will give you money... I have money, I have 500,000 US dollars, all for you!" Seeing Yuan Xiaoxiao's arrival, Perado became excited and shouted out of breath.
"... 500,000... Where did you get so much money?"
Yuan Xiaoxiao squatted down in front of him and asked curiously.
"Yes... it's the money from selling Black Panther. Mr. Luke promised me that he would give me 500,000 US dollars!" Peredo struggled to say, and then he couldn't help groaning as he felt the severe pain in his wound.
Yuan Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed with pity. This man was about to die, but he didn't realize that he was destined not to get the $500,000. Or maybe he subconsciously refused to believe that this was a scam.
With a flick of his wrist, a paratrooper knife appeared in his hand. Yuan Xiaoxiao stood up, sighed, and whispered softly, "I'm here to send you off. Do you have any last words?"