Many times, in the face of children's love and major rights and wrongs, Wang Ping thinks that he still has a clear distinction.

For example, right now, if it only involves a certain Han's case, Wang Ping won't care about his, but when it comes to the safety of his family, he is still very willing to cooperate with the work of Interpol.

So just after the airboat went down the river and left a hundred meters, Han Daxia heard the ringtone of his satellite phone in his own backpack.

"Are you really old?"

Old Han Tou was held by Yang Xu's thigh and doubted his life, "I've looked for it everywhere, but I can't find it......"

"Oh, you let go!

Han Daxia broke away from Yang Xu's arm with a dark face, and hurriedly ran to open his backpack, wanting to connect with the headquarters first. However, as soon as I got the phone in my hand, I watched the screen go black and the phone turned off automatically.

"Brother Han......"

Yi Jiuyang, who was still limping while walking, took a water bottle and compressed biscuits to Yang Xu, rummaged through the spare clothes in his backpack, and asked at the same time: "What should we do now?

"Well, if the normal procedure is followed, there should be a SWAT helicopter passing by, and then ......"

Han Daxia took out a spare battery to replace it, and then made a move, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with disbelief.

He suddenly remembered the bombing that had taken place in Porto Carreño before, if this time the man was still in the middle of nowhere......

"Oops!"

Looking down the river to the airboat that had disappeared around the corner, the old Han pulled his legs and was about to chase after him, but he was hugged by his thigh again, and suddenly a big black gnawed mud on the stones on the riverbank, and his front teeth made a crisp sound.

"Uh......h Brother Han, where is the mud going......" Yang Xu asked with a spray of biscuit dregs.

"I'll ...... Uh, I'll your grandma!" Old Han covered his mouth, looking loveless.

The darkest hour has finally come for the Bita tribe.

Watching the four blood-colored militants carry the anesthetized panther back to the square with long wooden poles, and put it into the iron cage that had been prepared earlier, all around them, whether they were still unyielding, or the natives who had already surrendered to Perredo, or the natives who were sitting numbly in place, all lay on the ground and cried.

The holy beast was martyred, and the Bita tribe no longer belonged to the rainforest.

Ignoring the "ignorant" natives, several heavily armed men glanced at each other, and after covering the iron with canvas, someone pushed a cart with wheels and moved the iron cage to the river.

Since he returned, Peredo has been hiding in a grass hut in the center, guarding his laptop, constantly refreshing the pages of his bank account. By the time I heard a sudden shout outside, the cart pushing the panther was almost to the river.

"Hey, where is this going?"

Perredo got up and chased out the door, pointing to a few people in the distance and frowning at a "subordinate" who greeted him.

"Boss, Mr. Rottu is receiving it downstream, this is to send the goods to him!"

"Downstream, Fake, didn't I tell him to come and transport it himself! Why should we send it to him!" Perredo's expansion rate was visible to the naked eye, and in just a few hours, the tone of his voice was completely different.

A white young man who bowed his head and spoke flashed with mockery in his eyes, but he still smiled and said: "Boss, the helicopter target is too obvious, we can only take the waterway, this coming and going, isn't it delaying you to collect money!"

"Oh, it's ...... too"

Perredo nodded suddenly, patted him on the shoulder, and then impatiently pointed at the shouting crowd outside and said angrily: "Don't let them howl, all rush to dig a pit and bury the dead, Shet, it's going to stink!"

After saying that, he ignored it, went back to scrolling through his website, and asked people to close the door. After a short time, the crowd outside became noisy with the shouting and shouting, and slowly moved away, as if they had really gone to dig a pit.

"Cut~ It's just that you don't clean up!"

Perredo muttered, then leaned back on a recliner and hummed unconsciously.

Outside, as they walked, Ding Yi and the others felt that something was wrong. This group of militants didn't know where to take them, he and Zhou Tong were blocked in the middle by others, supporting Lao Hei on the left and right, and they couldn't see it really. But it was obvious that the crowd was getting smaller and smaller.

From time to time, there are half-burned grass huts around, and many of them are intact, but for some reason, all the grass huts that pass by have their doors sealed from the outside.

Soon, Ding Yi knew why.

"Get in!"

In front of an open thatched hut, a white man with a gun pointed at a few people and shouted, while others tied their hands behind their backs with cable ties and sealed their mouths with rags.

Lao Hei's pale face held the little girl with one hand, and before he could react, he was snatched away, shouting and wrapping his arm around the back of his head, and the wound on his shoulder immediately cracked, and blood began to spill. The old black couldn't help but snort as he struggled to reclaim the little girl.

"Brother Black!"

"Let him go!"

"Falk oil!"

Ding Yi and Zhou Tong were all excited, and then everyone was pointed at by more than three robbers, and they were beaten solidly and pushed into the grass hut together. Lao Hei struggled to climb to the side of the little girl who couldn't cry because she was gagged, and heard the sound of nails being nailed outside the door.

For some reason, there was no fear in the hearts of several people, but some egg pain. This group of people who killed a thousand knives didn't even give a chance to say their last words.

When their eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, several people looked at each other, and saw Zhou Tong hooking his body and arching behind Ding Yi like maggots, and slamming his face to his hands.

"Oh, the boy is smart!"

Others have learned and "paired" each other to help. And Lao Hei didn't wait for him to find someone else, but he saw a big man with half of his buttocks exposed, who was moving with his back to him.

"Woo...... Inner (you) soft (go) hey (open)!"

Lao Hei's eyes widened suddenly, and his mouth kept screaming, and finally he watched the ass hit him in the face.

“(?﹏?) !

The voices of the crowd outside became quieter and quieter, and at some point they had disappeared. Several people took off the rags in their mouths, but suddenly they had no desire to speak, and just leaned together in a daze, waiting for the last moment to come.

Not long after, the sound of footsteps sounded again, accompanied by the sound of "booming" water, and a smell of gasoline came through the door panel.

Everyone's faces changed, and they couldn't maintain their calmness anymore.

You may be ready to die, but to be honest, you're not ready to be burned yet.

"I'm the one who went to Onima, I kind of give Lao Tzu a shot! What kind of hero is arson! You have the ability to come in!" Zhou Tong opened his throat and scolded.

However, the people outside paid no attention to it, poured out the gasoline, and the footsteps disappeared. Lao Hei shrugged his nose and sniffed for a long time, then he looked thoughtful.

Perredo took a nap, and when he woke up, he subconsciously refreshed the webpage first, but found that the $500,000 Luke promised him still hadn't arrived, so he couldn't hold it back.

"Go, get my phone!"

shouted at the door, but for some reason, there was no response for a long time.

Perredo muttered, got up and opened the door. But after pushing it twice, I found that the wooden door was bolted from the outside. Perredo's heart jumped, and he kicked again, but the wooden door was still firmly closed.

"Law...... Open the door for me!"

"Someone's coming...... Is there anyone!"

"Where are the people dead!

Outside the door, a dozen heavily armed figures stood in front of a brazier, ignoring Perrido's shouts. When he lit the torch in his hand, he walked to the grass huts with a smirk.