veteran legend

Seeing Ye Leopard's formation, Chu Yan immediately knew that the visitor was an enemy and not a friend, so he immediately got up and stood in front of Ye Leopard, with a cold murderous smile on his face: "Ye Leopard, these people are What identity?"

"A group of moths who want to dig gold mines in my jungle!" Ye Bao's answer was very straightforward, and Chu Yan immediately made his own decision. He looked at Dai Fen: "Dai Fen, let's hide for the time being. , when the time comes, kill him by surprise!"

Chu Yan and Dai Fen are visitors themselves, but their visitors are not the people who are coming here by boat now.

Chu Yan is a friend of Yebao. Those people want to dig in Yebao's territory. For some illusory gold mines, those people will dig the jungle full of holes.

Dai Fen nodded, and pulled out the pistol from his waist, wanting to participate in the battle, the deterrent power of firearms is far greater than that of bows and arrows, and, in terms of lethality, it is also more deadly. [

While Chu Yan and Dai Fen were talking, they were already hidden in the darkness, while Ye Bao was holding a bow and arrow in his hand, and at the same time, a bone machete was slanted behind his back.

Soon, the sound of the oars turning from far to near, and the dazzling spotlights have also shone on the Yebao standing in the middle of the village.

The boat docked, and three white men jumped out of the boat. It was obvious at a glance that none of them were from Suriname, let alone from any country in South America, because their skin colors and facial features were very clear. communicate their identities.

"Germans!" Daifen recognized the identity of the person who came at a glance, and there was another person on the boat who did not disembark. He was their guide, a fisherman from Suriname, who was familiar with the waterways of the Suriname River.

At the same time, this person is also a fisherman that Yebao knows, and the necessary daily necessities in the village are all traded through him.

Three big German men came to Yebao. The leader was wearing a suit, which was very straight, but because of the long time on the boat and the humid climate in the jungle, his straight suit seemed a bit awkward. heavy.

The two people behind him, each holding a gsg-5p . A clone of the submachine gun.

When Yebao saw the assault pistol in the hands of these two men, he was taken aback for a moment, because based on his understanding of this pistol, it was mainly aimed at law enforcement agencies and not for private sales.

However, most of the time, if you don't sell to the private sector, it doesn't mean that the non-governmental people have no channels to get it. Just look at the two people in front of you.

"Mr. Chief, good evening, I'm Lubas." The visitor walked up to Yebao and introduced himself directly. After the introduction, he looked back at the two subordinates behind him: "They are My men, Bill and Dave."

"You shouldn't have come here." Yebao's voice was very low, and the killing intent in his eyes made Lubas feel a little palpitated. I'm afraid he really didn't dare to stay here too much.

Because in Yebao's village, although several large fires are lit, all the doors are closed tightly, and, let alone women and children, even other adult men in the village cannot see them. arrive.

He knew very well that the Indians were the masters of the jungle, they were familiar with the jungle, and the jungle was their home.

He guessed in his heart that there must be many adult men in the village around him, hiding in the darkness, holding poisonous arrows in their hands, they have already locked on him, ready to kill him at any time.

So Lubas' performance is not full of malice, at least, not yet.

He was not surprised by the Yebao's hostility towards him. After all, he was an outsider who wanted to dig gold in this jungle, and the Indian tribe living in the jungle had to be settled first.

They have lived here for generations, and the jungle is very important to them. They will not agree to allow people to dig gold mines in this jungle.

Therefore, there is very likely only one way to solve this matter in the end, and that is to resolve it by force.

But before solving it by force, Lubas decided to give it a try. After all, if the conflict can be avoided, it would be best to solve the problem peacefully. However, he himself is very sure that the possibility of this is really very small. Small. [

Facing Yebao's cold response, the smile on Lubas's face remained the same. He took out a cigar and lit it for himself, then took a few puffs, and then walked around this small village. in a circle.

When he came to Lubas's side again, the smile on his face gradually faded, because he didn't find the Indians hidden in the dark corners, so his attitude gradually changed, and changed slightly. It was a bit tougher: "Your Excellency, I can pay you enough to allow you and your people to live well, as long as you move out of here."

"This is impossible." Ye Bao's expression was still cold, but the longbow in his hand was directly on his back, and he pulled out a burning torch from the fire on one side, and held it up. In front of Lubas: "Indians never move. We were born here, lived here, and there is no door for us to leave here."

Lubas raised his watch and looked at the time. It was not without reason that he chose to come here this night. As the saying goes, the night is dark and the wind is high to kill people. This kind of time happens to be the easiest time to make some inconvenient Things to do.

"Your Excellency the Chief, why are you so stubborn?" Although Lubas had a smile on his face, the temperature in his tone had already dropped. A guy with pants made of leaves, he was very upset: "If you obediently take the people of your tribe to move away, we don't have to use some extreme measures. It's not very good for everyone to settle the matter peacefully." okay?"

Yebao didn't have a good impression of this Lubas, and his eyes were always locked on the two men named Bill and Dave. Their guns were in their hands, and they were the biggest threat to him. And Lubas' gun was at his waist, posing the least threat to him.

So Yebao gave his most direct response: "Get out of my territory!"

"Your Excellency the chief, you don't want to toast or eat fine wine." Lubas said, subconsciously wanting to pull out the pistol from his waist, and then kill the ignorant chief in front of him, but his hand has not yet waited. When he reached his waist, Ye Bao's figure had already leapt to him.

When Lubas held the pistol in his hand, the bone scimitar on Yebao's back was already on his neck.

In the dark, Dai Fen was stunned when she saw Yebao's movements, because she never expected that Yebao was really as agile as a leopard, and it subdued Lubas almost in the blink of an eye, and brought the situation to a halt. To directly escalate to the point of confrontation.

"Put the gun down, otherwise, I'll kill him!" Yebao hid behind Lubas, and the guns in Bill and Dave's hands had no chance to lock Yebao directly. At the same time, because Lubas Si was in Yebao's hands, so they were too cautious to shoot at all!

"Bastard! Put the gun down!!" Lubas was distraught in an instant. He didn't expect that the Indian would do it without warning. Moreover, the sharp machete had already cut the skin on his neck, and the blood had already slowed down. A lot flowed out slowly.

He felt the call of death. In his previous experience, this was the first time he encountered such a crazy thing.

The Indian tribes he met before would basically submit obediently as long as he saw the guns in Bill and Dave's hands, but this one in front of him greatly exceeded his expectations.

"Put down the gun!" Yebao's voice was still calm and cold, and at the same time, the scimitar on Lubas' neck was strengthened. The fear caused by cutting the flesh made Lubas raise his hand and point at Bill. And Dave: "I heard what he said! Put the gun down! Don't you listen to what I said??"

Bill and Dave looked at each other, and finally put the assault pistol in their hands on the ground with a look of regret.