"Young master, young master, look ahead," Greda suddenly screamed excitedly.
Mu Jiang frowned impatiently, but still looked in the direction that Greda was pointing.
He saw that there were a few black men standing in the helicopter at the moment.
The blacks were studying the helicopter, each with a spear in their hand, stabbing and poking at the helicopter.
Judging by their behavior, they should be the original inhabitants of the rainforest.
He had learned about these indigenous people in general when he was in secondary school, and had heard that they had always lived on the treetops of the rainforest, lived on the flora and fauna of the rainforest, and had their own set of language and behavior.
If a foreigner invades their homeland, they will brutally kill the foreigner and eat their flesh and bones.
"Master, those aren't just cannibals, my God," Greda asked in fear.
"There's a possibility."
"Oh my God, what are we going to do now, those damn niggers, how are they next to the helicopter, are they trying to take us" "Don't make a sound."
Mu Jiang lowered his voice and interrupted Greta's words, and his tone was as calm and rational as ever.
He's just that kind of person.
No matter what happens, he can act calmly.
But only for her.
He always seemed like an irrational fool.
"Give me the rucksack."
Mu Jiang snatched the backpack from Greta's hand with one hand, then unzipped it and took out a pistol from it.
"Young Master, do you want to kill those, although I approve of your approach, I know that you are a brave child, but the blood of those is too dirty, I am afraid that it will stain your hands," Greda asked Mu Jiang in a low voice.
"Greda, I think you should go to the old people's home when you go back and cure your nagging problem."
Mu Jiang glanced at Greida coldly, so frightened that Greida didn't dare to come out.
Mu Jiang did not continue to pursue Greda, but lowered his head to assemble the pistol.
His movements were so sharp that in less than a minute he was ready to use the pistol.
He strode towards the helicopter with a pistol, even if the desert was rolling in the sand, it was a few points inferior to his aura.
The negroes also saw him, and raised their spears and spears at him, as if they were attacking, but none of them dared to rush forward.
Mu Jiang didn't shoot them directly.
Although his personality is withdrawn and cold, he is not so murderous.
He looked around and finally settled on an antelope in the middle of the desert.
Very good It is enough to have it.
There was an indescribable loneliness on his thin lips.
He slowly raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at the antelope, his slender fingers rubbed slightly on the trigger a few times, and finally pressed down with a little force, and the bullet immediately shot at the antelope at the speed of light.
The greater the distance, the greater the impact.
As soon as the antelope was hit by the bullet, it fell to the ground and died, bleeding all over the ground.
When the blacks turned around and saw the antelope's corpse, they knew that they could not be Mu Jiang's opponents.
They were not stupid, and immediately took their weapons and ran around the road, running away.
After a while, the place fell silent again, and only Greda and Mu Jiang remained.
"Oh, my little master, you are so handsome, my God, if I were a girl, I would have to fall in love with you" Greda walked up to Mu Jiang, excited as if something. oshow7 t1706231537: