Just as Anna and her friend and the special police were looking at each other in bewilderment, 50 kilometers away on the Randiatuba River, Rotu stood on the deck of a cargo ship heading to Cruzeiro do Sul with a frown on his face, his heart full of fear.
When Black Panther had been loaded on the boat and headed south for less than 20 kilometers, he was lost at the westward tributary. The escorts left Black Panther behind and took the pigs that had been prepared in advance with them downstream.
In fact, according to Luke and Luotu's previous deduction, this step can be completely omitted. After all, the Bitar tribe is located deep in the rainforest, isolated from people and lacking communication. In order to detect the movements here, there is only one way, except for someone to escape and call the police, and the only way is to use a helicopter to conduct low-altitude reconnaissance. No matter which one, they will have evacuated by the time the police arrive.
However, Luo Tu is used to adding a double insurance for everything, and he is prepared for the worst, which is why Luke chose him to take over. And the facts also proved that it made sense for him to live so long with Luke and not be discarded as a pawn.
When Rotu led the Black Panther westward along a tributary through another 5 kilometers of rainforest to the banks of the Randiatuba River, two Brazilian special police helicopters chased it far to the south.
He was almost killed along with those "pig herders". Once he was caught, Luke would definitely try his best to kill this subordinate who knew too many secrets.
Someone standing on the river bank was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and thought to himself that he was lucky that he didn't bother to skip this step.
"What on earth happened? How did the police come so quickly?"
Luo Tu frowned, and when his eyes swept across his men, there was a hint of scrutiny and murderous intent in them.
When it began to darken, everyone in the tribe stopped what they were doing, gathered in the square, and looked solemnly at the wooden platform in the center.
Ten bare-chested native warriors, with their bodies painted black and strange patterns drawn in white on their faces, stood on both sides holding torches.
Gu Lang held Wang An's hand and stood with her in the middle, otherwise she would have given up halfway through. Surrounded by strangers, and forced to host such a weird event, most people simply couldn't accept it.
Ye Yu left with the lightly injured when the helicopter returned for the second time. Only Zhou Tong and two other uninjured coaches remained in the tribe. At this moment, they were standing outside eating melons while holding a little girl whose family they still didn't know. The little girl was holding an abandoned red puppy in her arms, comforting it with soft voice.
Wang Ping climbed up onto a thatched roof on the upwind side and lay down with his legs up. Not long after, he saw the elder whispering something to Wang An, who nodded blankly. The old man then turned around and sang a strange song loudly.
All the natives spoke at the same time, and for a moment, an ancient and meaningless song hovered over the tribe. When a certain syllable was uttered, the ten warriors holding torches raised their hands at the same time and threw the torches into the platform.
The flames shot up into the sky with a "boom". Wang An and Gu Lang could not help but take a step back. Xiao Huang beside her was even more frightened and roared in dissatisfaction.
Hearing the jaguar's roar, the natives became excited, their singing suddenly became passionate, and the tune began to get higher and higher.
Thick black smoke rose into the air and drifted westward with the wind. A figure in the rain forest stopped, turned around and watched silently for a long time.
The fire burned for nearly two hours, and the singing lasted for two hours, which made Wang Ping admire the voices and hunger resistance of these natives. He had only watched for half an hour, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger.
In order to get here quickly, they left all their luggage to Han Da Xia and only paddled over with the kayak. Meanwhile, Lao Hei and his friends' luggage had been thrown away as garbage when Peredo arrived yesterday, and now it had all been burned to slag.
There was food in the tribe, and even if he stole a sheep, no one would care. But he had just seen a special cremation scene, so he couldn't eat the barbecue anyway.
After opening a can of food that Ye Yu had left for Gu Lang and the others and eating it all up in a corner, Wang Ping began to miss his snack backpack.
"Tsk, that damn old Han, he hasn't arrived in such a long time, could he have taken a plane and slipped away halfway?"
Wang Ping subconsciously walked away from the square and headed south to the river. When he passed by an empty thatched house, he saw something hanging on the wooden wall, and his eyes lit up. He quickly ran over and fished it out.
At the same time, upstream of the river, which was called "boys" by the natives in the tribe, two bloated figures were moving with difficulty on the shore.
"Uh... cough cough..."
Hero Han had a ferocious look on his face, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat dripping onto the ground beneath his feet, and a struggling gasp came from his throat with every step he took.
On his back was the groaning Yang Xu, and on his chest was a backpack. His feet were trembling, and the wound on his thigh that was bitten by the piranha broke open again, and blood seeped through his pants.
Yi Jiuyang followed closely behind Lao Han, and his posture was not much better than his. Not only did he also have a backpack hanging in front and behind him, but he also dragged another one in his hand and leaned on a crutch with only one hand. Often, while walking, he would fall into the grass nest with his bag.
"How far is it..."
Yi Jiuyang's leg injury was already more serious than Old Han's. His face turned pale with pain and he kept mumbling.
No one answered. Of course, he was just complaining, and he didn't need anyone to answer him. Han Daxia actually wanted to complain, but unfortunately he didn't have the energy to speak.
Originally, Han Daxia wanted to contact a helicopter to at least send Yang Xu away first. However, the headquarters was currently tracking Luke and had no time to care about him. The rescue team was willing to pick him up, and Chen Bai also called to say that he could contact the nearest rescue helicopter. However, both sides had a common problem, that is, Lao Han had to find an open space to raise a fireworks signal to facilitate the helicopter's positioning and landing.
The only open space available around here is the river. If we really want to spend all this effort, we might as well go directly to the Bita tribe.
Unfortunately, Han forgot one thing. When Gu Lang and his companions left by water, they went downstream, and Wang An and Yuan Xiaoxiao paddled to speed up, so they arrived near the tribe quickly. It took Yang Xu a whole night and a morning to escape from the tribe to their side. Even if the detours were removed, the remaining distance was enough for the two of them to despair.
"Brother Han... let's take a break for a while... I really can't walk anymore!"
Yi Jiuyang took steps with a grin on his face, and before he could finish his words he fell to the ground again. This time he refused to get up no matter what he said.
"call…"
Old Han turned his head to look at the front, then tremblingly moved under a tree, put Yang Xu down, and sat on the ground, holding his waist.
"Okay! Let's... huh, let's take a break!"
After taking off his backpack and struggling to move it to his back, Old Han lay straight on the ground, gasping for breath. Blood from one side of his thigh dripped onto the fallen leaves on the ground, and was blown by the wind into the river in front of him.
In the dim sky, neither of them noticed that a piece of water-soaked bark slowly emerged from the water not far from them. An amber eye was staring at them.