The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 228

Gaspare was slightly taken aback, then shook his head, as if he was hurt by being misunderstood.

"I said that I will repay you. The Corps has taught me many things, including honor."

Does the Outlaw Corps still have this thing?Jack cursed in his heart.

There is no basis for his words. Although this guy seems sincere, he needs to verify it with facts.

The reason why Jack brought him up was because of his fighting power, and because he wanted to watch him personally, otherwise, if he broke out in the back of the team, Jie Jie might not be able to deal with it even if he had a weapon.

"It's almost there, let's go around to the mountain over there." Jack pointed to a small hill not far to the north.

The sun has fully risen, and the temperature has risen accordingly. It is about 10 o'clock in the morning. Trekking in the hot and humid tropical jungle is a very painful thing, especially when the person who opens the way ahead does not even have a machete.

Fortunately, this place is not strictly a primitive jungle, but mainly secondary forest, which is probably similar to a tropical rainforest that has been set on fire, and was abandoned after a short period of planting crops.

Although it has gradually degraded back to the wild environment, there are still many trails in the forest that can be passed through.

This team of more than ten people marched silently in the jungle. The men protected the women in the middle of the team, and they supported each other in groups of two.

Although there are trails, it is still very difficult for ordinary people to walk in this kind of place. Although the dense vegetation blocks the blazing sunlight, walking in the forest, the sweltering environment makes people sweat all the time.

But everyone was wrapped tightly, and no one dared to show their excess skin here. All kinds of poisonous insects were stalking and harassing these delicious meals delivered to the door. It seemed that the insect repellent had completely lost its effect in this environment.

At first, when walking along the main road, people occasionally whispered and chatted with each other, but after turning into the small road, everyone lost the interest in talking, and their movements gradually became numb.

Everyone holds a wooden stick, which is used to poke the branches above the head, or hit the grass and bushes around them from time to time. From time to time, there will be a rustling sound, whether it is a poisonous snake or something else, rushing into the depths of the dense forest.

The sudden words from the front of the team relieved everyone's tense nerves.

"Climb up the small hill ahead, and we'll take a rest at the top of the hill."

Captain Torrance kicked away the mark that Jack had made with small stones on the side of the road, and pointed to a small hill not far away, where Gaspare was standing on it and waving at them.

There is not much vegetation on the hill, only a few unknown big trees, like parasols, stretching out a huge canopy, and the breeze blowing through, finally brought some coolness to the sweaty passengers.

"We have cleaned up here, you can rest for a while."

Seeing everyone, Jack didn't say much, just hugged Jiejie, took the pistol and magazine from her when no one was paying attention, then turned around and disappeared into the jungle with Gaspare.

No one noticed that it was only over an hour before they set off.

"Isn't that our plane over there?"

Someone finally noticed something was wrong and pointed to the dirt road facing the small hill at the bottom of the mountain. There was the wreckage of the plane that broke half of the wing after the forced landing.

No matter how you look at the small hill where these people are, the straight-line distance from the starting position is only 500 meters. Then, after trekking so hard in the jungle for so long just now, are they all detours?

The smart people had already guessed something, and cast doubtful glances at Captain Torrance.

"Everyone is here to rest well. Officer Tavole and that person have already gone back."

Captain Torrance explained.

"This is the best plan we have discussed together. If it is terrorists who come to search, we will be safe as long as we hide ourselves here. If it is an ordinary islander who can communicate, Officer Tavole will try to negotiate with them."

"But the remaining three will know our whereabouts, if they are caught."

The beautiful female college student's original delicate make-up has been disfigured by sweat at this moment, but she obviously does not belong to the type with big breasts and no brains, showing a worried expression.

"If there are not many people coming, Jack is sure to save them. In addition, our real plan is not to go to the small town in the southwest, but to the southeast. There is a port there, which is our real destination."

Jiejie also helped to explain that the whole plan was basically proposed by Jack, she made some corrections, and the captain and crew members were responsible for various details.

Passengers whispered to each other, apparently most of them were quite satisfied that the leaders of this temporary self-rescue team could still come up with such a seemingly impeccable plan.

Most of the time, ordinary people don't mind being commanded or led by others, especially in this kind of self-help collective, what they care more about is whether the leader or organizer is capable enough.

It didn't take long for Jack and Gaspare to return to the starting position, hid in a bush, and waited quietly.

The couple from the big country of the universe were chatting endlessly with the bald old white man under the shade of a tree, until the other party couldn't bear it anymore and picked up the stone on the ground as if about to throw it, the two hurriedly sat aside.

Nearly an hour later, Jack was bitten by the bugs so much that he wanted to cry. He learned from Gaspaley and picked a lot of leaves of Artemisia plants in the Asteraceae family, crushed them and smeared them on his body, but the effect was mediocre.

Gaspare's skin seemed to have some magical bonus. After applying the herbal juice, it was exposed like this, as if nothing happened.

Finally, billowing smoke and dust billowed from one end of the dirt road. Six or seven old pickup trucks cleared the way, followed by a dilapidated bus, driving towards the wreckage of the plane.

The cosmic power couple who were sitting under the tree suddenly became excited, raised their hands, waved them excitedly, and shouted loudly.

The bald old white man seemed to hesitate for a while, but also stepped forward and waved his hands.

"Are they blind?" Gaspare was so nervous that he didn't dare to move, he muttered to himself, one of these war-damaged Toyota pickups had an M2 old godmother on the back of the compartment.

Several pickup trucks formed a semi-encirclement circle, and a small man in a turban and camouflage pants jumped out eagerly before the car stopped.

"bang bang bang"

The little man drew out the pistol on the back of his waist, and fired several times at the feet of the three of them.

　How about some monthly pass?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)