As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake, not to mention that they are still a nest of snakes and rats.
If we stay and fight hard, we are seeking death.
It's okay to do something to stand out occasionally, but it's not suitable for long-term efforts as a main career.
As soon as we came out of the tavern, we were first dazzled by the sunset outside, and then there were a few gunshots behind us.
I didn't see it well.
These guys were really serious about it, and they didn't dare to hesitate.
They wanted to use their hands.
Go up and run away without your life.
The roads in the ancient city were very rugged and narrow.
We ran against the crowds and were unfamiliar with the local traffic.
Being chased by the crowd and jumping up and down was no different than rats in a hole.
When I ran to a stone step, a head suddenly popped out of the small house next to it.
I saw a big shiny bald head.
It was not the bald gourd that went to see the old guide before.
Bald Lao's body was covered in blood, and his eyes were very red.
We didn't know what happened, and he didn't have time to explain.
When he saw the pursuers behind us, he picked up the guy and jumped out of the window, "Pop!"
Two shots were fired on the ground.
Seeing his fierce look, the group of people stopped in their tracks.
At this time, a whistle sounded behind us.
When we turned around, we saw that the little bastard had gotten a jeep from somewhere and was waiting for us at the end of the stairs.
Bald Lao took out a pistol from his arms and threw it to me.
I took it and took a look.
In my heart, I saw a beautiful German-made Walter, a semi-automatic 9mm pistol.
This is a good thing that is absolutely impossible to get hold of in China.
"Lao Hu, don't be so beautiful.
Hurry up and cover our retreat."
The fat man shouted to me for help while fighting the leading Indian.
Bald Lao and I were on the left and right, protecting the fat man, and while retreating, we fired at the pursuers underground.
The little bastard had been waiting impatiently in the car for a long time.
He was at the tavern just now.
He was busy arguing with Qin Siyan and didn't catch the right time to make a move.
Seeing that our retreat speed was too slow, he simply stepped on the accelerator.
The car rushed towards us in reverse.
Little Jeep was shocked by him on the stone steps and almost fell apart.
Fortunately, we rushed up in time, and the three of us didn't have time to use our hands, so we jumped into the back seat of the jeep with our stomachs full.
As soon as the bald ladle was turned in, his head hit the iron plate directly.
It hurt so much that he burst into tears, but he refused to cry out for the sake of his face.
The little bastard took hold of the steering wheel and turned it hard.
We flew out from the steps in an instant and started running towards a main road.
The pursuers behind us obviously didn't want to give up, and kept chasing us and firing guns, but human legs could never outrun four wheels.
We were quickly abandoned.
"Keep driving, Kuster can't stay long.
Let's go directly to Titama Village now, where we will find an indigenous guide to enter the forest."
Bald Lao wiped the blood on his face, and then said to us, "Mr.
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Alabra Killed, we're a step too late.
This is his daughter, Miss Doriel."
Only then did I notice that there was a trembling person curled up in the back seat of the jeep.
It was the Indian girl who almost crushed me to death in the tavern just now.
Bald Lao exhaled through his nose and said sternly: "I took a wrong turn on the stone steps and wasted a little time.
Damn, it was just one step away.
When I entered, Mr.
Arabula had already had his throat cut off. , some locals were about to kill Miss Dolier, I shot them One of them died, so I asked Miss Dolier to go to the bar to ask for help.
Unexpectedly, an Asian suddenly attacked me from behind."
Bald Lao pointed to a fleshy wound on his head and said, "That guy is dark and strong, I guess he is.
The strong black man Jiang Ping mentioned was Zhuganzi’s right-hand man on this trip.”
I originally speculated that Zhuganzi's team had entered the Amazon rainforest ahead of us.
It seemed that they had not found a suitable guide.
They failed to use coercion and inducement and simply killed and silenced Mr.
Alabra and his family.
The Indian girl named Doriel, although she is not small, she is only eighteen or nineteen years old if you look closely.
It is truly commendable that such a young girl could calmly rush out to seek help when faced with a group of thugs who broke into her home.
It's just that she lost her loved ones in the blink of an eye, and she was now out of her mind.
She huddled in a corner and refused to talk to any of us.
We, a group of old men, didn't know how to comfort her, but Qin Siyan was so considerate that he went to the town ahead and found a hospital to send Miss Dolier to.
Firstly, to see if she was injured; secondly, when the medical staff saw that she was covered in blood, they would definitely call the police; thirdly, the hospital is a social institution after all, and if there were pursuers, they would not dare to rush in and commit murder, not to mention that we have already been exposed.
If we know her whereabouts, they will definitely pursue her all the way.
It is too dangerous for an unconscious little girl to follow us.
The little bastard drove the car, shook his head and added: "We are in big trouble this time.
Not only the people with bamboo poles, but also the local police will come back to us and cause trouble for us."
I said that a brawl in a tavern is not a serious crime, and the police may not dare to chase us into the tropical rainforest.
Qin Siyan smiled bitterly, pointed at the little bastard and said, "This young master beat the patrol policeman, and our car was stolen from him."
As soon as I heard this, I quickly lowered my head to look at the car body.
Sure enough, it had the tricolor national emblem of Peru on it, and my intestines suddenly turned green with regret.
During a trip abroad, Shiry Yang didn't even see her.
First she was wanted by the American police, and now she robbed a Peruvian police car.
How can I have the face to go back and face the elders in my hometown tomorrow?
If my father and his elders ask me: On August 1st, what local specialties did you bring back to the neighbors?
What should I say?
Hehe, Dad, there is nothing else.
The wanted order is 1 Fight, do you want it?
There are languages in various countries.
Damn it, I might as well wipe my own neck and die as soon as possible.
The fat man and I took turns scolding the little bastard.
The jeep drove day and night, and finally arrived at a small town near Titama Village before the gas ran out.
We sent the shocked Miss Dolier to the local hospital.
Fortunately, it was just the right time.
There were several nuns preaching in the hospital, and we entrusted Miss Dolier to them, leaving some money for sesame oil, and then left the last town with modern civilization.
Hike to Titama Village, an indigenous village only 15 kilometers away from the Amazon jungle.
The closer we get to Titama Village, the more obvious the changes in vegetation become.
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We have entered eastern Peru under a tropical rainforest climate.
This is the upper reaches of the Amazon River basin.
It is a foothill zone and alluvial plain.
It has high temperatures and rain all year round.
It is covered with forests and has a vast territory. dilute.
The Titama Village mentioned by Bald Lao is the last supply station with traces of human activities before we enter the Amazon rainforest.
Tu Lao gave us a vaccination before entering the village.
He said that the local indigenous people rarely see outsiders.
He had also dealt with them several times when Boss Wang's expedition passed through here before.
Therefore, we must keep a low profile and not disturb the lives of the local people.
It would be best if we can find an indigenous guide who is willing to take us into the jungle.
If not, then we have to rely on our own ability to play in the jungle.
Baldy's level of Quechua is not much different from my level of English.
Without Mr.
Arabula as a translator on this trip, I'm afraid our progress will be much behind.
According to the previous plan, the Wang family’s airdrop plane would not arrive until the next morning, so we had to stay in the village overnight.
If we could not reach a friendly agreement with the local indigenous people, we might have to sleep on the edge of a jungle full of snakes and insects. superior.
In order to avoid this happening, we all showed our friendliest smiles and stepped into this legendary primitive tribe.
As soon as I entered Titama Village, I understood what the primitive aboriginal people were talking about.
The clothes these people wore were just like the prehistoric humans we saw in the museum.
They were men, women, old and young.
They were all woven with plant roots.
They are like fig leaves, their skin is red and their bodies are covered with tattoos.
When they saw us entering the village, everyone showed signs of fear and avoided us, running towards the largest tent in the center of the village.
In order to show off the knowledge he had learned in college books, the little bastard proudly pointed to the awning made of wood and withered grass and said: "Look at the camel hair flag on the top of the tent.
That is the symbol of the indigenous chief."
The fat man said you were talking nonsense.
If it wasn't their boss's tent, they would still be running away.
A discerning person can see it at a glance.
What are you talking about there alone?
I was afraid that they would start making noise again and scare the surrounding natives.
I casually asked Tulao about the customs and customs of this tribe and changed the subject.
It was also the first time for a few of them to have such close contact with the Amazon natives, so they stopped talking.
We walked towards the big tent and listened intently to Bald Lao's explanation.
Bald Lao has always been the most low-key and honest among us, probably because he has been working as a bodyguard all year round.
Although he was tall and thick, he was extremely careful in his work.
When he saw that several of us were waiting for him to tell us stories, his face actually turned red for a short while.
He touched the bandage on his head and said, "Actually, I'm not too sure either. , I only know that when I came with Boss Wang last time, I saw their poisonous arrows.
Those blowing arrows are very powerful.
I personally saw their warriors kill a leopard in the bush with one arrow. " I took the lead in applauding, saying that Bald Lao was not only agile, but also very knowledgeable.
He was indeed a strong person who had been trained in actual combat.
Bald Lao was a little embarrassed and said modestly that these things were not worth mentioning.
As they were walking, the little bastard who was leading the way suddenly stopped.
The fat man slapped him on the head and asked, "What's wrong with you kid?"
Unexpectedly, this time, for the first time, the little bastard did not talk back to him, but raised his hands high.
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We looked forward and saw that the outside of the big tent was full of indigenous men with black totems on their bodies.
They had colorful feathers on their heads, and each of them held a thin dot in their hands.
Like the wooden pipes of a flute, the mouths of the pipes are all aimed in our direction.
We didn't dare to wait, so a few of them immediately raised their hands obediently like little bastards
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