Chapter 914 Sneak Attack
"Where is Vader? Why hasn't he come back yet? Does anyone know where he went?"
In a modified off-road vehicle sat several burly men, each about 1.9 meters tall and with shoulders over 50 meters wide. The narrow space was filled with a strong smell of sweat.
A quick glance showed that every strong man had a knife on his waist. The gray titanium blade of the M9 had a double-sided blood groove, which looked fierce. In addition, there were Ontario Machetes, Tridents, and Tracking Masters...
The equipment was not uniform. There were machetes, bayonets, and tactical knives, but without exception they were all standard weapons in service. There were even black gun barrels protruding from the black backpacks at their feet.
This was undoubtedly a group of thugs, but the casual way everyone sat made the atmosphere a little more relaxed.
The mission was accomplished and everyone seemed very happy as they would soon be able to leave this wilderness without any entertainment.
When Cisco, the only normal-sized member of the mob, stood up and asked about the whereabouts of a certain member, everyone's answers were not so serious.
"have no idea."
"I saw him this morning."
"Was he knocked out by someone to harvest his seeds? He's so strong, if I were those crazy women, I would never let him go."
"Hahaha, that's really interesting. I really want to see his expression if it really happens."
A new member who was younger and more immature poked the one who was speaking and asked, "What do you mean? Is this some new joke that I don't know about?"
"Ha, I almost forgot, Zhuomuke, is this your first time in Africa?" Guwas, who had an Ontario machete on his waist, asked a question, but he obviously didn't want to wait for the other party to answer. He said in a unique low tone of telling a ghost story, "In the African continent in the 21st century, every night when it falls, it is a carnival for predators. And the men living on this land will also have the fear of being hunted."
Guvas paused, looked around, and found that no one was fooled, not even the newcomers. He suddenly felt bored and his tone became monotonous again.
"Somali men worry about whether they will be bombarded when sailing tomorrow; Rwandan men watch out for Hutu machetes wielding street corners; and Congolese men must cover their ears to avoid the whistling of bullets."
"As for Kenya, you have to be careful of the JZ Harvesters. That group of women will intercept the 'excellent genes' on the street and lure them into a deserted corner. If they were pretty, it would be fine, but they are all wrinkled old women. They will drug, threaten, and then... you know."
The new member Zhuomuke thought of the old black man with wrinkles on his face and couldn't help shuddering: "What do they want these for?"
Guvas shrugged: "Sell it for money, beauty or something else, who knows?"
Zhuomuke looked at Chaman beside him: "Chaman, is this true?"
As a "local", Chaman certainly has a say. He nodded and said, "I have never seen it, but I have seen it a few times in the news. I have heard from my elders that some tribal servants in the Zambezi River Basin would collect this thing and present it to the respected female chief."
Grace yelled in a strange voice: "Those women don't dare to target Wade. He is the strongest among us. He is a two-meter-tall giant, and his thighs are thicker than their fat waists!"
"Guvas, I don't think you're a crazy woman. You're the one who's been targeting Wade, right? Everyone knows that when we went swimming that day, Guvas was staring at Wade, drooling."
"I'll shove your head into the dead genitals of a cow on my farm!"
The men sat close together, telling chaotic and vulgar jokes.
Cisco scratched his eyebrows, raised his right hand, and fired a shot outside the car. The burst of fire and the loud noise successfully stopped the noise of the people inside the car.
"I'm serious, he's been out for almost five days because of a lion."
"I know that." The newcomer Zhuomuk raised his hand. He had always been a little afraid of this man who was not very tall but had a shooting skill that was as accurate as magic. "The dentist's archery skills were terrible. Wade prepared everything in three days and used an elephant carcass to lure him, but the dentist failed."
Someone nearby sneered: "The more useless a person is, the more he likes to do such things."
"But they succeeded yesterday and have been waiting for the lion to die. Wade said that his employer likes to watch the lion die slowly, so I guess he should still be with his employer, waiting for the lion to die. But I don't know where he is now. Wade has been very quiet."
"It sounds exactly like my grandma's foot wipe, smelly and long."
"It's only three hundred thousand. If it wasn't for the exact target, it wouldn't be worth taking over."
"We are the elites. You know what the elites are like? We should spend our time on more valuable things, like those rich people in the Middle East. They are so handsome and generous, mainly generous."
Cisco was silent for a moment and frowned.
Although this team is strong, they are still not reassuring to see them stay on the grassland for too long.
The longer the time, the more loopholes there are, and the greater the probability of being wanted. Even after retirement, you still can't avoid a lot of trouble.
"Ah." Cisco sighed, "Then let's wait."
"Hey, look, there's a signal here."
Guvas held his cell phone high up, as if this would help him better receive the invisible electromagnetic waves.
"Is this true? It actually exists."
"Wait, Captain, I think I know where Cisco is."
The person who spoke was not Grace, a fan of Bifang live broadcast, but Guvas, who first discovered the signal.
In fact, because she was busy with her mission, Grace hadn't been online for entertainment for several days.
The headlines consisting of the key words Kenya, poachers, and Cecil the Lion have dominated the headlines of major portals since last night.
As soon as Guvas opened the social software, he saw this headline and his heart sank.
The audience in front of the screen at this moment also felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.
There was no other reason. There were three people in total, one black and two white, but one of them was terribly big.
Relying on the reflection on the dagger's blade, Bifang successfully spotted the person coming. Just by visual inspection, he could confirm that he was a huge man over two meters tall.
Humans are three-dimensional creatures, and if there is a ten-centimeter difference in height, then as long as the development is not abnormal, the overall size will be several times larger.
And the other party is nearly twenty centimeters taller than Bifang!
The physical dimension is completely two levels of existence!
The audience did not have as sharp judgment as Bifang, but with the help of the live broadcast devices hidden in the tree branches, they could see more clearly and more intuitively than Bifang.
In their perception, these are completely two species.
Are there really people with such obvious body shapes who become poachers?
No one can answer this question.
But for Bifang, he doesn't need to know so much.
He just knew.
Can fight!
In the dense jungle, a figure rushed out like a tiger or leopard, and along with it, a short spear flew towards him at a rapid speed!
