In the security team's stronghold, members of a team are checking their equipment.

In the courtyard outside the door, a bearded captain was holding a satellite phone in his hand and was talking with a smile on his face. Judging by the tone and attitude, it should be someone within the WAP. The team members peeked at each other from time to time, gloating on their faces.

With a few slightly louder reassurances, someone hung up the phone and walked back swearing, his face full of resentment between his thick eyebrows and beard.

"Captain, did the international criminal warn you black?" one of the team members quipped, grinning.

"Fake~" The bearded man rolled his eyes, and he didn't know who he was scolding, but he didn't explain, but urged a few people: "The movements are all sharp, bring more tear gas, it is estimated that there will be a fight today." ”

"Fight, I think it's going to be beaten!" someone complained unhappily, he didn't bring tear gas, but he was busy putting protective gear on his body.

Just southeast of Ngorongoro Volcano, where the jungle meets the outskirts of Karatu, there is a dividing line that stretches for nearly 100 kilometres. To the north of the dividing line is the jungle of the reserve, and to the south is vast farmland and villages.

Because of the proximity to the reserve, animals often run into the farmland and destroy it. The local farmers have little sense of protection, and besides, even those who have the sense of protection cannot bear the infringement of such property. As a result, the farmland is close to the side of the forest, and it is often covered with various traps and traps.

Later, some people thought that it would be better for Mao to defend himself at the door of his own house, and it would be better to take the initiative to attack? So the range of traps and traps became wider and wider, and they began to go deeper into the jungle.

The first team set out this time to the south to clear the traps. Originally, this work was done by the forest ranger team here, but because the dividing line was so long, the forest ranger team alone was really a bit of a loss, so the security team sometimes got involved.

Every time these traps are dismantled, it is no less than fighting a war. In order to defend their own interests, the peasant uncles will always do everything possible to obstruct them, and sometimes they will do it. After all, it's not facing poachers, even if this kind of thing goes to the police station, the police uncle will have a headache.

So some team members complained that they were beaten up, but it was also appropriately described. Don't look at the fierce screaming of the beard, when a dozen black old ladies over there surrounded him and beat him, he still confessed. It's also one of the few factions of perverts who will be homesick during the mission.

When the team members who had changed their protective gear left the courtyard and disappeared into the forest, in the woods near the river beach to the west, two figures quietly brushed aside the grass and walked out.

Looking at a certain hyena with an innocent face following him, Wang Ping was angry. Let it follow the scent of the little flower, this guy is good, and carry him from north to south through the whole woods, let alone a leopard, not a single leopard hair.

Before noon, the packet of beef jerky that I had brought for rations was finished. So a certain badger pressed a certain hyena in the forest and beat it again, and then dragged it to the vicinity, intending to find a team to "borrow" some food.

At this moment, the eyes of a certain hyena quietly glanced at a certain badger, full of sadness and grievances.

Heaven and earth conscience, the smell of the leopard is obviously this route, and it is not wrong at all! How can you just beat a dog? It is still unreasonable! You also finished eating the jerky yourself, I have been hungry for a day, what did I say?

Wang Pingcai doesn't care what kind of psychological activities hyenas have, bullying this kind of guy who is not on the red protection list, he has no psychological burden at all. It doesn't matter who is right and who is wrong, what matters is that the mind is clear.

Bypassing the cement house on the south side, he picked the lock in front of the closed iron door on the north side, and a certain badger entered the door with a certain hyena full of worries. In the corner of the outer compartment are the backpacks of the team members, and the food is all stacked on the side. In a small open wooden box on the outermost side, tin cans are neatly stacked.

Wang Ping looked around, emptied the small velvet cloth bag used by a certain captain to hold cigars, didn't even look at the compressed biscuits and fast food, and frantically filled the canned meat into his pocket.

The small half-box of canned food was at the bottom, and a certain badger still couldn't get enough of it, took the heavy cloth bag, and suddenly sighed.

"Alas, my brother is a hard worker!"

The eyes of a certain hyena behind him were contemptuous, but he didn't dare to be seen by him, so he could only twist his neck weirdly. It's as if to say, "Damn, do you want a face? No matter how heavy the pocket is, it is also carried by Lao Tzu in the end, who is the hard worker?"

Tie the bag tightly, and was about to beckon a certain hyena to leave, Wang Ping's eyes moved, but he saw the familiar bottles and cans on the table by the door. Most of them were crumbled and thrown in a garbage bag. The documents and other items were placed separately, and it seemed that someone had sorted them out.

Wang Ping jumped on the table, looked around, rummaged in a small backpack that seemed a little dirty, and saw a familiar set of internal ...... Ahem, clothing.

After thinking about it, Wang Ping stretched out his claws and fished out one, and was about to jump off the table when he suddenly heard a crisp sound. Looking down, a small red metal badge fell out and rolled on the table.

“emmm……”

A certain badger scratched his head, hesitated for a moment, and then picked up the small badge and stuffed it into the pocket of the little vest.

Jumping off the table, grabbing a certain hyena and sniffing the smell on his clothes, Wang Ping's eyes were threatening.

"If you can't find it again this time, Lao Tzu will send you to Jesus!"

"Huh?" a certain hyena suddenly stunned on his face, looked up at a certain badger, and complained in his eyes, "So what you are looking for is this smell?

"Whew~~"

barked at the door, the hyena lowered his eyebrows and lay down, and asked a badger to "get on the dog" and set off.

Throwing the clothes back into the backpack, Wang Ping first picked up the bag of canned food, and then rode on the dog's back. But just as the hyena got up and was about to run, he suddenly grabbed it and stopped.

Seeing a certain badger jump down again, he walked straight to the box of a certain captain with cigars.

"I've always heard these perverts boast about how great this cigar is, and I want to taste what it tastes like. ”

Ten minutes later, a petite hyena staggered northwest through the jungle, carrying a badger with a smoking mouth and an oversized backpack.

The sun gradually crept into the air, and the temperature began to rise.

North of Natron, Sanger and his teammates sat on the top of the mountain, taking off their hats and fanning them as fans, while opening their mouths and looking at the two people who were climbing on another pile of rocks more than ten meters behind them, their faces full of admiration.

is worthy of being a master, this physical strength is really good.

Han Daxia had bruises on the corner of his mouth at this time, one eye was already swollen, and he explained to his subordinates while crawling. It's just that this tone, from the beginning of the kind words and persuasion, is now almost like scolding the street.

"You're a badger control! Pervert! I've said it a few times, it's your boss who has to go, I'm worried that he's fooling around and follows! It's not what you think at all!"

"Make it up, make it up!" A certain salted fish who was a little out of breath under him sneered: "If it's not your fault, then what are you running?"

"You're the same as a shrew, just do it when you come up, can I do it if I don't run?" Old Han was angry: "Don't think that Lao Tzu can't beat you, I'm afraid of hurting you! If I fight back, you'll already lie down!"

"Yo-he!"

Gu Laosan simply stopped, hugged his shoulders, and looked sneering and disdainful.

"You're not very skilled, but your mouth is quite hard! Either come down honestly and let me beat me up, and then go with me to get the boss back, and this is over." Otherwise, the surname Han will not be able to run!"

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