If a background music sounded at this time, Wang Ping should choose a song "Yi Jian Mei" for Tuka, and another song "Beier Shuang" for himself.
Wang Ping took a small step back, just enough so that Tuka couldn't reach him even with his arms outstretched, and looked at the guy in front of him with a gloating look.
Well, very round, comparable to the sumo wrestlers of a certain country.
Tuka had given up struggling. Obviously, due to his swollen muscles, there was no room for him to move in the pit. Unless someone "pulled" him out like "pulling a carrot" or found tools to dig him out, he would never be able to get out by himself.
I don’t know if it’s because the soil under my feet has soaked with water, but after struggling for a long time, I’m actually sinking deeper and deeper.
Wang Ping was feeling a bit depressed because he chose to leave Xiao Hua. It was rare to encounter such a "toy", so Wang Ping initially wanted to play with him for fun, and then kill him and leave.
Anyway, the freckled man is dead, so it’s better for the family to be together.
However, seeing that this guy, who should be the most dangerous one in the poaching team, was stuck in the pit and couldn't get out, with only his head and arms hanging outside, a certain badger was also seriously shocked.
It's fine that the freckled man died in a ridiculous way, but how come one or two of them are so shocking. Are you here to poach or to make people laugh
A great philosopher once said that one should treat the enemy as coldly as winter. Wang Ping felt that he should be more ruthless at this time. It would be too easy to kill him like this. He should just let him swell slowly in the pit!
Normally, after being stung by a bee, the venom will slowly spread and the swelling will last for several days. Moreover, this guy was stung by a swarm of bees, and Wang Ping estimated that his body would continue to swell. If left alone, even if he was not poisoned or starved to death, he would be squeezed to death in this small pit by his swollen body.
A badger decisively gave up the idea of killing him directly.
"Goodbye~ I won't play with you anymore! Just wait here for the swelling to go down! Maybe you can come out before you die!"
Wang Ping shrugged the little shoulders under his neck, but because the honey badger's neck was not very obvious, it looked like two small bags suddenly bulged under his head.
Turning around and leaving Tuka with an arrogant back, even waving his claws, Wang Ping took a step with his short legs and continued on his way.
"Bang!"
I had only walked less than 20 meters when I heard gunshots from behind, accompanied by the muffled sound of something exploding. A flock of birds were startled in the woods, and the gunshots spread far away, echoing in the distance.
Wang Ping was startled, and only then did he realize that he seemed to have become too complacent and actually forgot that this guy had a gun in his hand.
He quickly jumped up and ran behind a tree, then carefully poked his head out to take a look. But the scene behind him made him a little confused.
The poacher who had just tried to struggle and yelled curses at Wang Ping had now turned into a headless corpse, with a miserable end.
"What's going on? Is there a sniper shooting directly from a distance?"
According to the usual behavior of the armed forest rangers here, this possibility is not impossible. However, Wang Ping stared at it for a while and found that it did not seem to be what he guessed.
Tuka's half scalp, which was only a layer of skin left, was still hanging on his neck, but his throat was shot out in front. And below his neck was the muzzle of his own gun.
"Damn it! He actually committed suicide like that? It was just a joke, isn't he too sensitive? Is he so magnanimous?"
Wang Ping found this result a little hard to accept. He secretly sighed that with such a mentality, he would never be a poacher. He might as well go home and breastfeed his child.
Taking advantage of the fact that the searching soldiers had just walked away and no one would come to check for a while, Wang Ping hurried over.
The scene was a bit tragic, with mosaics splattered everywhere. Wang Ping carefully stretched his feet to avoid getting some indescribable red and white mixture on his paws.
After pulling aside some of the fallen leaves in front of Tuka, Wang Ping saw his hand holding the gun barrel. It was so swollen that it was unbearable to look at, and even the lines on his palm were stretched. But the strange thing was that both hands, one above and one below, were actually holding the gun barrel.
What did he use to pull the trigger
Wang Ping moved closer, pressed the barrel with his claws and pushed it inwards, then looked down along the gap in the barrel. Through the gaps between the clothes and the soil, the badger with superb eyesight was stunned by what he saw again.
Perhaps Tuka was unwilling to expose himself to Wang Ping's teasing, or he just wanted to protect himself if someone discovered him. In short, his current posture clearly showed that he wanted to pull the rifle in front of him out of the pit.
Originally, Tu was stuck in the pit in a quail-like position. The rifle was held between his bent legs and held against his chest. But as the bee venom continued to spread in his body, his skin and muscles became more and more swollen, and his body swelled up like a balloon, and the gun was squeezed in front of him and got stuck.
And someone was too anxious when pulling out, and the trigger of the rifle got stuck between his legs. It seemed that because it could not be moved, it scraped someone else's swollen "ball", and then... then... the gun went off.
"What a tragedy..."
Wang Ping didn't know how to explain this. Being shot and killed by his own "brother", this must be considered a tragedy, right? This is probably the only one in the history of human efforts to combat poaching.
So, does this count as suicide
There was the sound of soldiers approaching quickly not far away. Wang Ping did not dare to delay any longer and quickly turned around and left.
However, after running for some distance, a badger couldn't help it and lay down in a grass nest under a tree, holding his belly and rolling around laughing.
Although it was a bit unfair to laugh like this, when he thought about how someone died, it was like someone had suddenly tickled his funny bone and he couldn't help laughing. Especially when he thought about the fact that this guy was beaten to death by his own "brother".
“Hohohohoho~”
There were bursts of strange noises coming from the grass, like a night owl that had just stolen a chicken. A little squirrel in a nearby tree, which had just poked its head out of a hole, was so scared that the acorns in its hand dropped.
At this time, in the security team's base, Zhang Jianming and the colonel were squatting in the open space next to the SUV smoking, while Gu Lang was sitting in the back seat of the SUV, looking at Zhang Jianming outside the window with a sad look. On his wrist, a handcuff tied him to the back door of the car.
If he couldn't explain what happened in Makuyuni, Gu Laosan would probably not be free for a while. If Zhang Jianming hadn't accompanied him this time, he might have been arrested as a poacher.
However, what the anchor was complaining about was not this incident, but the fact that the car was filled with a foul smell that made people feel nauseous.
When Wang Ping ran along the forest and arrived nearby, the intercom on the colonel's chest rang, and the voice of the soldiers' reports came from it.
But as he listened, the colonel's eyes widened, and Zhang Jianming next to him also opened his mouth with an expression of disbelief on his face.
The soldiers' inspection was of course much more thorough than Wang Ping's. They checked not only the fatal injuries, but also the equipment on the body and previous injuries. They checked them one by one and then made a detailed report.
However, the officer and Zhang Jianming still cared about the final cause of death: the trigger of the rifle got stuck on the "little ball" and accidentally fired, hitting his head. What kind of a godly way to die is this
If the gunshots heard in the woods earlier had not been clearly different from those sounded by the assault rifles equipped by the soldiers, the officers would have suspected that these guys had killed someone and concealed the cause of death.
But no matter what, the poaching gang of five people that Edith had confessed to has been completely destroyed, Gu Lang has also been found, and the rescue mission has been completed.
The colonel told the young man named Davi to come and meet him on the walkie-talkie, and the remaining soldiers returned to the helicopter and escorted the three poachers directly back to Karatu.
"Zhang, I know your mission is to bring this person back, but the Makuyuni incident has not been investigated thoroughly yet, so I can't just let him go. Please understand!"
The colonel stood up and spoke politely to Zhang Jianming.
After all, this matter involves other people's laws, and Zhang Jianming has nothing to say. His role is nothing more than to ensure that Gu Lang will not be wronged or tortured into confessing. But the normal interrogation process is inevitable.
Nodding helplessly, Zhang Jianming stood up, opened the back door of the SUV, and sat next to Gu Lang.
"Ugh..."
He got in from outside and retched before he could say anything. What on earth did this guy do in the car? Why is it so smelly
"Brother Zhang... I really didn't do anything. You're not going to put me in jail like this, are you?" Gu Lang asked Zhang Jianming anxiously.
Glancing at the colonel who was still waiting for Davy outside the car, Zhang Jianming did not turn back. He fanned the air in front of him, raised his hand to open the car window, and whispered in a tone that only the two of them could hear: "Didn't you say that you had a fever and didn't know anything?"
"Yes..." Gu Lang nodded subconsciously.
"Then bite it to death and don't change your mind!"