"Give me your knife." Luo Yi reached out to Shanier.
"What kind of knife?" The latter pretended to be dumb.
Luo Yi's hand quickly reached the hem of his placket, and pulled out a fruit knife about fifteen centimeters long from the inside of the waistband, "I saw you steal this from under Old Hei's pillow in the morning."
Shanier gloomily watched the secret weapon leave him, which greatly reduced his sense of security.
The Asian youth comforted him and said, "I will pay you back if we use it up. If we can get rid of a hunter, we will have both a knife and a gun." Shanier thought about it, and he was relieved.
Luo Yi used the tip of a knife to pry open the compass allotted to them, and not surprisingly found a miniature signal transmitter inside.
"Damn, they use this thing to locate everyone and provide the coordinates to the hunter!" Shanier immediately took out his compass and threw it out. "But without a compass, what should I do if I get lost?" After the impulse, he regretted it again. Why did he forget to pry off the signal transmitter and continue using it
"It's connected together, so you won't be able to use the compass if you pry it off." Luo Yi explained as if he could see through his mind, "rest assured, this island is not too big, and you won't get lost if you distinguish the direction."
They are trekking through the dense forest.
Many of Luo Yi's actions along the way are puzzling, but Shanier is a wise man, and he probably understood the trick at first glance. For example, the green bamboo is bent down, the tip is cut off, and an empty plastic water bottle is placed. The bamboo shoots are tied to the lower part with a rope twisted from the outer skin of a climbing plant. The bamboo juice will fill the bottle. For example, insert a small sharpened bamboo tube into the trunk of a plantain, dig a shallow hole underneath, place a plantain leaf, and cover the bamboo tube with a leaf. After a few hours, the water dripping from the center of the tree will accumulate in the banana. Ye Shang.
They used methods such as this to find a lot of fresh water to drink-although most of them have a strange smell, they are enough to quench their thirst.
As far as food is concerned, it is not difficult to obtain it as long as you use your brain. There are many shrubs in the jungle, some bearing berries, Luo Yi will carefully identify them and pick the non-toxic fruits to eat.
"I want to eat seafood and meat." Shanier grinned and bit the sour berries. "Leave these sour fruits for the squirrel!"
"Let's go towards the leeward beach, there may be a lot of food there." Luo Yi opened the road ahead, reminding him from time to time to pay attention to the cracks in the rock bed underneath his feet that were covered by climbing plants-if he fell, he would never be able to climb up again.
The dense forest finally showed signs of sparseness on the edge of a cliff, but the rock wall was very steep, straight up and down, and the drop from the ground below was about 14 to 5 meters. Luo Yi observed it back and forth, and said: "There is no road on both sides, we must go down from here."
Shanier's face turned pale: "Are you kidding? Climbing a 90-degree rock wall with your bare hands? You will fall into a meatloaf if you miss it!"
Luo Yi pointed to a vigorous tree that grows on the edge of a cliff that can only be hugged by several people: "Look at this big linden tree, in order to get more nutrients, its developed roots grow down the rock wall. These roots are tough enough that we can grab them and climb down. But be careful, because of these roots, the rock becomes very crunchy, so don’t step on it."
Without waiting for Shanier's response, he bent over to grab a thicker root vine and climbed down cautiously.
Shanier poked his head and glanced at the four-story cliff, feeling dizzy, "...I can't, I have a fear of heights..."
"Then you stay on it," Luo Yi said as he crawled, "don't forget that they not only have cars, but also hounds."
Shanier thought about it, gritted his teeth, grasped the vertical root vines like him, and slowly rubbed it down.
Luo Yi reminded him wherever the rock was loose, and instructed him how to use the strength of his legs instead of just relying on his arms, otherwise he would fall down because of exhaustion when he climbed halfway through.
After nearly half an hour, they finally landed safely on the ground. Shanier was so tired that he lay on the vine net and panted, feeling the muscles of his limbs sore as if they were about to explode. He turned his head and looked at Luo Yi. Seeing that the other party was still at ease, he felt that this Asian man was unfathomable.
After a ten-minute break, they continued on the road.
The jungle has become more and more sparse. Palms, pandanus trees and the agave that can be seen from time to time have replaced the original trees, and the gentle slope overgrown with weeds made them a lot easier to walk. The smell became more and more salty in the wind, and from the branches and leaves, it was vaguely visible that there was a white and wide sandy beach ahead...
"Coconut! Look, coconut!" Shanier yelled happily, pointing to the tall coconut tree in front of him.
"Do you know what the indigenous people call coconut juice-'water of life'." Luo Yi said, climbing up the tall coconut trees with hands and feet, twisting off the green coconuts and throwing them down. , If this thing falls on your head, you can be buried directly in the sea."
Shanier immediately stepped back several meters, raised his head and squinted to see Luo Yi slowly sliding down the tree trunk. After landing, he rarely showed a touch of pain.
"What's the matter?" Shanier stepped forward and asked, "Did it hurt somewhere?"
Luo Yi squatted on the sand, tears rolling in her eyes, "It's okay... Damn, the coconut trees are really not for the big masters to climb."
Shanier was stunned for a while before he realized it, and looked at his crotch sympathetically: "Would you like me to rub it for you?"
"Go away." Luo Yi cursed with tears.
Shanier sat down beside him, put his arms around his shoulders and smiled comfortingly: "Don't be sad, there is the dead spot of all men in the world, even Superman is no exception-otherwise why do you think he needs a pair of red underwear? Covered every day?"
Luo Yi sniffed him and kicked him, "Go cut the coconut!"
The two had a feast of coconut meat and coconut milk, and they also pounded out some coconut oil and applied it to the bare skin to avoid sunburn and inflammation.
"I still want to eat seafood and meat." Said Shanier, who was lying in the shade of the tree canopy.
Then he took a few relentless kicks, "While it's still dark, get up and help me build a place, otherwise you will sleep on the ground with snakes, insects, rats and ants at night."
Shanier had to get up and chop bamboo and palm leaves with him. They set up bed boards between the sturdy branches about one meter above the ground on the beach, woven vines to fix them, covered them with smooth banana leaves, and built a "herringbone"-shaped palm leaf roof to avoid rain, and stayed busy until night fell. , It can be completed.
Luo Yi still had enough energy to get something to eat. Shanier was already tired and paralyzed, and he refused to move.
The unpredictable ocean weather sent a large cumulonimbus cloud over the island, and the rain poured down almost immediately. Luo Yi had to give up the plan of starting a fire and foraging, quickly built a rainwater collector with banana leaves, and then retracted into the small tree house.
The rain-blocking function of palm leaves is not perfect. There is still a lot of rain dripping through the cracks, and the wet clothes stick to the skin, and there is a chill.
"Take off your wet clothes, otherwise it will be colder." Shanier said as he took off his long-sleeved trousers, his voice was a little hoarse in the dark, with a slight excitement trembling.
Luo Yi hesitated, took off his coat, rolled it up and placed it under his head.
The two inevitably touched skin in a small space. Shanier lay on his side, moved his arm over, and placed it on the waist of another man casually. When he tried to contact the other party further, a low warning voice came in his ear: "Take care of your dirty thoughts, otherwise I will throw you into the sea to feed the sharks!"
Shanier shook, retracted his arms, and then stretched it out unwillingly, "I know you are of the same kind as me." He said in a pun, "People like us have trouble with death all day. Point, there is today and no tomorrow, what is more important than having fun in time? Don’t be so cautious, baby," he covered the soft and plump mass of the opponent’s crotch with his entire palm through the underwear, and stroked it skillfully, feeling It began to show signs of raising its head. He secretly delighted in his heart and continued to seduce sweetly: "I promise to make you cool... It doesn't matter if you don't want me to get in, I can help you lick it first..."
When he was about to dive into the thin piece of cloth, one hand tightly grasped the eager wrist and folded it back behind him with amazing force. The wrist creaked under the grip, and the pain was crumbling, and Shanier's voice changed to a strange voice: "—Let it go, let it go! I know, I know, let it go!"
Luo Yi let go, and the other man immediately shrank his wrist and muttered angrily: "As for, what a big deal... Damn it hurts..."
"If you dare to touch me again, I'll cut off your joints in your hands and feet, and then throw it into the sea." The Asian youth said, turning his back and facing him.
Shanier has no doubt about the firmness hidden in his understatement-if he continues to tease him recklessly, there will be a delicious supper on the shark's recipe tonight.
This realization made him finally die in one aspect: the other party is not the kind of weak person who can be manipulated.
In fact, he had already realized this, but he couldn't help being attracted by the breath of this man.
He couldn't tell what "a certain breath" was, so he let his brain make random associations. A poem he accidentally read when he was a teenager suddenly jumped out of his memory. It was about loving the thorns with red flowers, and would rather pierce him. , The story of a bird singing with blood and tears...
Stupid enough. Shanier sneered silently in the dark. If you really like that flower, why not pick it and burn all the thorns.
Early the next morning, they drilled out of the tree house, ate two coconuts, and used a knife to split the tops of the branches and sharpened them. They made a simple harpoon with four spikes. Then it took half an hour. In the sea pits on the reefs near the beach are two large-faced piebald triggerfish.
Shanier used the lighter he brought with him to light a bunch of dry leaves, roasted the fish, and said as he ate, "I recognize this kind of fish. I used to keep them as tropical aquarium fish in a large fish tank. Eat it like this."
"The most beautiful fish, as long as they are not poisonous, they are eaten." Luo Yi said disapprovingly.
They filled their stomachs and estimated that it was past seven o'clock. They carried the plastic bottles filled with rainwater on them, climbed up the cliff again, and returned to the jungle along the same path. The water points set up along the way yesterday were enough for them to quench their thirst.
Luo Yi has a plan. He said to Shanier: "It is estimated that after yesterday's tragic lesson, few people dare to walk the road. In order to hunt people and animals, those hunting gestures must leave the vehicle and enter the wilderness. I want you Wearing this suit of slacker work clothes, I wandered around the road and helped me attract a hunter to come, and then immediately fled into the jungle. Follow the route I marked to escape and lead them to the trap I set up."
"—Why am I being the bait?" Shanier protested immediately.
"Because you are not as good as mine." The other man said coldly.
Shanier closed his mouth angrily.
They found a suitable place to make traps—in fact, there is no need to dig pits or anything, just make good use of those trees. Along the designed escape route, Luo Yi made several side strike traps: the sharpened branches were tied into a grid with a rattan rope, and the two corners were concealed flat and fixed to make a camouflage; the rattan rope was from the net Pass through the middle of the grid, one end is fixed and the other end is concealed around the trunk of the big tree, tied with a heavy object; then a live rattan buckle is tied between the rattan rope fixing point and the grid. Once a large prey stepped on it by mistake, pulling the vine rope, two rows of sharp branches on the grid slammed out from both sides, enough to pierce a person's body with a few blood holes thick for the forearm. To be safe, he used the same method to do two strikes from above and below to ensure the success rate of hunting.
It was about ten o'clock in the morning, and Shanier poked his head out of the bushes on the side of the road, walked tremblingly for ten minutes, and heard the sound of car engines approaching fast.
Fuck, the nose is as good as a dog! He was worried that he would be exposed to the rifle range, and immediately got into the woods.
The off-road vehicle stopped on the side of the road, jumped off two men with guns, followed him and shot at the same time.
Shanier was turning around among the lush vegetation. The bad terrain severely slowed down his speed. He nearly wrestled several times, and he could even smell the smell of gunpowder rubbing his scalp.
While running towards the trap area, he cursed the two gunmen behind him and Luo Yi who forced him to participate in the implementation of this bad idea. If Lao Tzu is shot, he will not let you go! He swore viciously and finally saw the silver fur tree as a symbol, and pretended to fall down accidentally, staggering over the hidden trap, and rolling behind another big tree.
The hunter who was in hot pursuit really followed. Running ahead was a bodyguard wearing a camouflage uniform. He probably never thought that he would be countered by unarmed, tired and hungry humans and beasts. He unsuspectingly stepped on the vine rope, two rows of sharp branches from the left and the right. Smashed over with a scream.
At the very moment, this bodyguard exerted an excellent combat ability, holding a gun and rolling forward, and dodged in a thrilling manner. Inertia drove him to roll forward for a few meters, and then he was positively pressed against the second trap that followed.
The deadly spike fell from the sky, piercing through the flesh and blood, and firmly anchored him to the ground.
All of this happened within three seconds, and the hunter in the hunting suit behind was still standing dumbfounded, as if he hadn't reacted at all, what had happened.
A fruit knife protruded from the back of his neck and cut his carotid artery and trachea with ease. He clutched his gurgling throat that was constantly spraying blood, and his expression of disbelief solidified on his face. When he fell back heavily on the ground, only the fuzzy light spots that penetrated the canopy were left in his eyes, and he kept jumping like a beast. He stopped breathing without even seeing the attacker.
"One." Luo Yi said flatly, wiping the blood from the blade on his sleeve.
Shanier came out from behind the tree, looking at Luo Yi with a complicated expression, "Are you... a professional killer?" he asked.
Luo Yi thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I don't rely on this to make money." He threw the cleaned fruit knife to the opponent, "When it's used up, return you." Then he bent down and took off the dead hunter's equipment and clothes, and took off. Dropped the orange-red overalls on his body and exchanged it with the other party.
Now he has a Winchester hunting rifle with a scope, a Colt semi-automatic pistol, a German mountain knife and a dagger. He took off the cowboy hat from the corpse's head and put it on himself. He whistled lightly, "Let's go, let's find the second one."
Shanier pulled out the pointed wooden stick that had nailed the bodyguard, looked at a few fist holes and blood-stained camouflage uniforms, and said depressed: "I don't want to wear this one."
"Then find the car keys. They should have spare clothing on their off-road vehicles."
Shanier skillfully stripped off the bodyguard's camouflage uniform, dug a hole casually, and covered the body with dead branches and fallen leaves. Under such humidity and temperature, microorganisms will multiply rapidly, and within a few days the carcass will rot so much that it cannot be seen clearly.
He put the car key in his pocket and was about to pick up their off-road vehicle. Turning around, he saw Luo Yi was cutting the vine rope and destroying other traps that hadn't been triggered yet. "Does it have to be so troublesome? Whoever steps on it will be unlucky." He said, "Maybe another hunter can be nailed to death."
"It may also be innocent." Luo Yi said.
"Fuck him—" Shanier suddenly muffled, tilting his head and looking at the Asian youth in front of him again, with a playful light in his eyes, "Oh, you are not a professional assassin. There is no such thing as a professional assassin. Useful, uh, how should I put it-kind? Good? God, I really don't believe that there is such a thing in a man who kills without blinking... I said, are you a policeman?"
"No." Luo Yi denied it.
But it seemed that Shanier had already recognized this, and shook his head with a grin and walked away.
He found another camouflage suit from the off-road vehicle and replaced the dirty orange suit on his body. When Luo Yi got back in the car, he was already listening to rock music on the radio, gnawing at the chicken burger.
The aroma of normal food stimulated Luo Yi's sense of smell, "Anything else?" he asked.
Shanier shook his head, "There is only wrapping paper, and one is probably in the bodyguard's stomach." He thought for a while, and pulled out the warm, oily, fragrant chicken thigh from between the two slices of bread, and stuffed it with great pain. Enter Luo Yi's mouth.
"...Thank you." Luo Yi said vaguely, holding his finger.
At this moment, Shanier felt that the “attempts” that he had given up had revived.
Damn, this guy is a policeman! He is his opponent in the past and in the future! The former gang boss reminded himself annoyedly: Think about the informant who bought in, set a trap to catch your FBI! Think about the suffering you have suffered for so many years in prison! Think of the situation in which you have no money and no money after you are released from prison! How can you be tempted by an undercover policeman!
At this moment, he felt a strong anger in his heart, toward himself, toward the man sitting next to him—to the whole undecent world!
I really want to use a hydrogen bomb to blast the entire island into the sky... He thought gloomily and started the off-road vehicle.