Chapter 211: Crow's Beak

This knife is different from the gift-giving ones, which are not strictly called knives, but should be called "tourist souvenirs" or "handicrafts".

The knife that Durin bought for himself was handmade, a true traditional craft, and it had been sharpened.

Durin secretly tried it last night, and a small tree with a thick bowl mouth downstairs was cut off by Durin with a knife.

After leaving the Shanhe Mining office, it was already more than ten o'clock in the morning local time, and Du Lin returned to the hotel to find Zhu Zhonglin and James, urging them to set off to find the treasure quickly.

It's not that Durin is greedy for money, it's that he really doesn't have any money now. He almost spent all the money on him last night, and if he didn't go on a treasure hunt in a hurry, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to pay for the hotel tomorrow.

After waking up the sleepy-eyed people, they had a hasty lunch, and the group set off with supplies.

When he checked out, Durin heard a waiter reporting to the manager that a tree in the backyard had been cut down at some point, and the manager was arranging for someone to check the surveillance.

When Du Lin heard this, he hurriedly urged Zhu Zhonglin and the others to leave quickly.

This expedition was the most shabby one that Durin had ever participated in.

The first time I went to Qingzhou to find my second sister He Wenjing, Du Lin and He Wenwen drove a Ford F150 "Raptor" pickup, although it was also rented, and it fell into a pile of scrap metal, but this little money is not a problem for He Wenwen.

The second time was when six people took two Toyota Land Cruisers, eating and playing all the way, almost eating hot pot and singing.

But this time, Du Lin, Zhu Zhonglin, plus the three mercenaries brought by James, a total of six people, plus guns and several large bags of supplies, crowded into a rented van and drove towards the subtropical jungle in southern Nepal.

I don't know how long the van hasn't been brushed, and it is filled with a foul curry smell, which makes our slightly clean Doelin pork horns very uncomfortable.

James brought the three people who went to Huaxia to carry out the assassination mission last time, the one who was 1.9 meters tall and had yellow curly hair on his head was called Pique, who was a heavy fireman, holding an M249 squad machine gun in his arms, this person Durin had some impressions, and the remaining two had no impressions.

According to James, a small black-haired Latino man named Francis is a sniper, and a man with a "Mohican" hairstyle named Jones is a master of jungle warfare and is good at using all kinds of traps and bombs.

It is normal for the customs of any country to let people enter the country with guns and ammunition, but James and others have the regular procedures of the military security company of the United States, and the reason is also "entrusted by the Ministry of Defense of the United States to protect an expedition team into the jungle to find the remains of the pilots of the wrecked plane in World War II".

This reason is that ordinary countries will not agree to bring guns into the country, but Nepal is a small country and cannot afford to provoke a world hegemon like the United States, so in the end it only made James sign a guarantee and registered every weapon, so he turned a blind eye and let them go, and then prayed to a god they believed in, hoping that they would not make any trouble.

The van dropped the group off at the edge of the jungle and left, making an appointment with the driver to come back five days later to pick them up.

The six of them each carried their backpacks and walked into the jungle, where the vegetation is more lush than the Qingzhou mountains, the warm and humid air currents blowing from the Indian Ocean bring abundant rain, and the Himalayas block the cold winds from the north, so although it is not subtropical from the latitude, the climatic conditions are the same as the subtropics at lower latitudes.

Pique brandished a large scimitar in front of the front, as a road opener, all the way through the thorns, followed by James and Jones, Zhu Zhonglin and Durin in the middle, and finally Francis.

The group traveled at a speed of five kilometers per hour into the depths of the jungle, eventually reaching the ruins of an ancient temple sixty kilometers away.

At the current rate, it would take about noon tomorrow to reach the ruins, so they would inevitably have to camp in the jungle for the night.

Needless to say, the four mercenaries have long since adapted to this environment, and Du Lin's physique is even stronger, but Zhu Zhonglin, who is weak, has suffered this kind of crime from the big boss who is usually pampered?

As the night deepened, the group found a sparsely wooded flat land and set up camp.

"My Mr. Du, why do you have to leave at noon, if you get up early tomorrow and leave, why don't we go to the temple ruins to rest, and now spend the night in this kind of ghost place," Zhu Zhonglin slapped a mosquito almost the size of a dragonfly to death as he spoke, "My God, this mosquito is too big!

As if to confirm Zhu Zhonglin's words, a group of giant mosquitoes of the same size as the one he had just killed flew in the distance.

The buzzing sound of mosquitoes flapping their wings is like a swarm of small drones.

Zhu Zhonglin was so frightened that he hugged his head and drilled into the tent that had not yet been set up.

Apparently fully prepared for this kind of thing, James unhurriedly took out a bottle of spray from his backpack and sprayed some on each of the trees around the campsite, and the giant mosquitoes had just approached the spray trees, as if they had encountered some natural predator, and turned around and flew back.

"The oxygen content in this jungle is very high, so the average insect grows very large in this environment, and this bottle contains a concentrated type of biological pheromone, and the general poisonous insects, mosquitoes and flies will avoid it after smelling this smell. ”

Zhu Zhonglin got out of the tent and got his head out,

"Insects don't dare to come, but what about other animals?"

"It's okay," the big man Pique waved the mountain knife in his hand, speaking a not very authentic Chinese language, "It's just right to come, you can add vegetables for supper in the evening." ”

I don't know if it's bad luck or luck, just after I finished speaking, the bushes in the distance shook, and a huge snake head came out of the grass, and the body behind it was the thickness of an adult's torso.

This is an adult python, the largest of the pythons, and it is said that it can swallow a buffalo alive, let alone eat a handful of people.

Du Lin pointed at Zhu Zhonglin, "You are really a crow's mouth, from now on you tell me to talk less, stay in the tent honestly, and don't let you come out!"

Zhu Zhonglin was also frightened by his crow's mouth, and his face turned pale, and he shrank into the tent, never daring to show his head again.

Durin asked Peake, "Do you have the confidence to turn this guy into our late-night supper?"

Peake swallowed, not greedy, but a little embarrassed.

"Like...... It's a little difficult, this thing has rough skin and thick flesh and can't even be killed by bullets, and if it provokes it, our camp will be ruined. Pique was very angry.

Durin laughed, took the mountain knife from Peake's hand, and pulled the Gurkha' scimitar from the scabbard strapped to his thigh.

The right hand threw out the scimitar, firmly nailed the head of the forest snake to the ground, and then handed the mountain knife in the left hand to the right hand, quickly bullied up, and slashed at the heart of the forest snake, a fatal blow.

In fact, for this giant python with a length of more than four meters, it does not make much sense to "hit the snake and hit seven inches", because such a long python, the heart cannot grow seven inches behind the snake's head, and Du Lin only relied on speculation to tentatively cut it down, but his luck was good, and he was blinded by him.

"Enough for this one for supper tonight, right?" Durin wiped the blood from his knife.

"Enough is enough, enough is enough, I can't eat, I can't eat for two days. Pique nodded like garlic, only the time he was subdued by Durin in Zhonghu before, he could still use Durin's surprise attack to make excuses for himself, but today's Durin's hand was really a five-body throw that he admired. Whether it's a flying knife stabbing a snake's head or a knife hitting a snake's heart, he thinks he can't do anything.

"Since that's enough, I'm going to sprinkle realgar. ”

Durin pulled out a paper bag from his backpack, which contained realgar powder, which he sprinkled around the camp.