After hearing the gunshots, Feng Yiqun suddenly understood that it must be him, who attacked Da Xiong by the river and killed Da Xiong.

Feng Yiqun's cheeks were flushed, and his chest was filled with anger, he wanted to avenge the big bear!

Flashing and moving, taking advantage of the situation, Feng Yiqun saw the opportunity and came from behind the big tree to a rock close to them.

After a brief silence, the patriarch seemed to compromise, and he lowered his head and turned to his seat, leaving the two intruders standing in the middle of the clearing.

The rest of the savages saw the patriarch walking back to his seat, and they all lowered their weapons and stood there, observing the intruder's subsequent movements.

The man with the short tube in his hand slammed away the barbarian standing in front of him, looked left and right, and then walked towards Professor Feng and Feng Sheng, with an arrogant look.

After walking into Professor Feng, the man seemed to be excited, he stuck the short tube at his waist, slapped his hands violently, and the sound of "popping" spread far away.

Feng Yiqun stepped forward again, hiding closer, and could even see Professor Feng's face.

Exhausted and frightened, Professor Feng's face turned even paler, his eyes were half-closed, his head was slightly lowered, and his hair was scattered on his forehead, like a few locks of dead grass, lying haphazardly to the ground.

The wind was in a slightly better state, but it was also sluggish, barely standing there, and even if a gust of wind blew, it would fall.

"My dearest Professor Wind, are you alright!?" the man said in a loud voice.

The sound is so familiar!

Feng Yiqun took a closer look, it was actually him!

"How could it be you!" Professor Feng asked when he heard the voice, and suddenly raised his head.

"The famous Professor Feng, a famous meteorologist, is so mixed up, it's really touching, it's incredible. ”

"How did you end up in this place, aren't you dead?" Professor Feng continued.

"Hehe, I can only say that the earth is too small, and I like you too much, so you will never escape from my palm. As for why I didn't say die, it was because I went to see God, and he said to me, 'Go back, son, there's something big for you to do.' So I'll come back. ”

"Thomson!" exclaimed Feng Yiqun, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets, "Is it wrong?" ”

Feng Yiqun once again confirmed his judgment, it was indeed Thomson, the plague-like scientist, full of evil thoughts, bent on destroying the earth and achieving his own hegemony on the earth.

Professor Wind regained his senses and glared at Thomson, "Scum, can you tell me why you're here?"

Feng Sheng looked at the two of them blankly, not knowing why.

"Haha, it's really the upright Professor Feng, at this age, he still has such curiosity. Thomson approached Professor Wind, stood on a stone step, and continued,

"Words of the wind, I will not die! After escaping death from Moonlight Island, I systematically studied all your academic reports and meteorological data analysis materials, and I concluded that this must be the key point of global climate change, you see ------" Thomson looked up at the sky and in the distance, "Typhoons in Asia are generated in the Pacific Ocean, and under normal circumstances, the energy will continue to decay and the destructive power will decrease after landfall, but after landfall somewhere in the Indochina Peninsula, it will continue to move forward, and the energy will continue to increase, and the wind power on the periphery of the typhoon will continue to increase. ”

"Thomson, you are indeed a first-class scientist, and if you use it in the right way, it will be a blessing for mankind. Professor Feng sighed.

That's actually the case, Feng Yiqun took a deep breath and said secretly.

Thomson continued: "Actually, you already know what I said, ---- the wind language, and you won't tell me if you die, right?"

"Yes, Thomson, you're right, I hope you don't act recklessly!" said Professor Feng angrily, "The earth belongs to all mankind!"

Thomson clapped his hands, with a smug look on his face, walked up to Professor Feng's side, and raised his voice, "The typhoon came here, and the ever-increasing wind and energy were suddenly contained, and turned smaller and weaker, don't you think it's strange?" he rolled his eyes, "This shows that there must be a mystery here, there must be some kind of magical power that reduces the power of the typhoon, this is like the iris of the 'Phoenix Eye', find it, destroy it, then, the typhoon will continue to strengthen, strong enough to destroy the entire earth." ”

I see!

Although Feng Yiqun hates Thomson to the core, he admires his thorough analysis.

"This is my new assistant---- Forrest Gump, who is multilingual and loyal and reliable. Once the earth is destroyed and reborn again, we will hold absolute power and will be the new masters of the earth. Thomson said, pointing to the short man beside him.

The short man, known as "Forrest Gump", bent down to salute Thomson, then raised his hand to say hello, his sunglasses almost falling off his forehead, and a sneer on his face.

Thomson reached out and pulled out the short-barreled gun on his waist, fired a shot into the sky, and smirked, "This is the scepter, whoever disobeys us, this is the end!"

Thomson turned to Forrest Gump and said, "Go, translate to the old fellow sitting in the chair, and tell him that the disobedient will eat the gun, 'boom!'" and he gestured with a short barrel, and a rampant and smug smile appeared on his face.

When Forrest Gump walked towards the old barbarian, Thomson put the gun at his waist again, crossed his hands, shook his head, and approached Professor Feng,

"Wind Language, I know you've worked out the threshold of climate distortion and analyzed the location of the iris of the Phoenix Eye, otherwise, you wouldn't have come all the way here, and I don't think you would have been bored telling me that you were here to enjoy the rainforest scenery!" he exclaimed viciously, his right hand clenched into a fist.

Hearing this, the wind seemed to understand something, and he looked up at Thomson, his eyes rolling slightly thoughtfully.

At some point, Feng Yiqun found that Jin Zi was also crouching beside him at this time, its claws naturally resting on Feng Yiqun's arm, and its blue eyes flashed with a ghostly light.

Forrest Gump walked under the patriarch's chair, saluted, tilted his head up at a 45-degree angle, turned the corners of his mouth up, and said a few words to him.

After listening to Forrest Gump's words, Feng Yiqun saw that the patriarch's brows were twisted, his hands slapped the armrests, and he suddenly jumped up from the chair, pointed his fingers at Forrest Gump, trembling all over, his mouth opened and closed, and he scolded loudly, and his anger made his face turn purple, which reflected his red hair, like a burning torch.

After seeing the patriarch's reaction, several young barbarians quickly drew their waist knives and slowly approached Thomson, their eyes like fire and their eyes like torches.

The surroundings were instantly quiet, as if they were nothing, the air was as cold as ice, and the blue foxes, with their heads shrunk, hid behind the people.

The young man held the knife in his hand, pointed his toes, and continued to approach Thomson, the tip of the knife was bright, and under the light of the torch, it shimmered with cold light, which made people shudder.

Just as the two of them entered the attack range, they stood still, looking at the patriarch out of the corner of their eyes, waiting for his order.

The patriarch snorted and waved his hand at Thomson. Several young men raised their waist knives and shouted slogans in their mouths, and rushed straight at Thomson.

Thomson, who had been prepared a long time ago, smiled slightly and raised his gun to shoot. After a few gunshots, several young people fell to the ground, their waist knives fell, blood came out of their mouths, their hands pointed forward, and their mouths muttered, as if they were unwilling, but after a while, they drooped their heads and collapsed to the ground, like a pile of mud.

Thomson did not hesitate, turned back, knocked the patriarch down, and then, at the barbarians beside him, raised his spear and fired.

Sparks kept rising from the ground, and the savages around them howled and ran in terror, colliding with each other, trampling together, falling to the ground, rolling and cursing, the wooden frame on which the boar was hung was knocked over in the fire, the boar struggled and screamed, eager to escape from the scorching fire, and the torches planted in the edge of the clearing were overturned to the ground and trampled on the ground, and there was chaos.

Feng Yiqun stood up, walked to the front of the stone, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, he wanted to see Professor Feng and the sound of the wind through the crowd running desperately, but let him look left and right, but found that they were gone, disappeared without a trace, and Thomson and Forrest Gump also seemed to evaporate, invisible.

Feng Yi Qun walked into the chaotic crowd and searched everywhere for their traces, but, unfortunately, they did disappear.

The wolf rushed, the ghost cried and the wolf howled, a mess, miserable. Feng Yiqun had a lot of adjectives popping up in his mind, but none of them were enough to describe the tragic situation at this time.

There is no Wind Professor and Wind Sound everywhere, they must have been taken away by Thomson and Forrest Gump, what should I do?

Feng Yiqun turned to look at Jinzi, who was squatting behind him at the moment, scratching its belly with its paws, as if it had understood Feng Yiqun's thoughts, and looked very anxious.

Thomson and Forrest Gump held Professor Wind and Wind Sound hostage and walked to a path hidden in the dense forest, on both sides of which were bushes several people high, and once people walked inside, it was like entering another space, difficult to detect.

They walked through a large thicket to a place where rocks and trees mingled, and Thomson drove Professor Wind and Wind Sound under a boulder, then put down his bag and let out a sigh of relief.

The smoke and noise were almost inaudible, and Thomson pouted at Aganunu and motioned for him to pick up the wind and push it in the other direction, under a large tree.

Thomson grinned and raised the short barrel in his hand to grab it, aiming at the wind, "This is a burden, it's better to solve him now!"

Forrest Gump scratched his head, rolled his eyes, and nodded in agreement.

Professor Wind twisted his body, his hands trying to get rid of the bound rope, and shouted, "No, don't!"

"Haha, the haughty Professor Wind will beg for mercy too, but alas, tsk, we don't need this waste, Oye!" said Thomson, resting the fingers of his right hand on the trigger.

At this moment, the wind shouted: "Mr. Thomson, I can help you, I know a lot of secrets of Professor Feng, let me go, I will follow you forever, and I will never betray!"