Soon after entering the jungle.

Liu Wei heard the shouting, listened carefully, it came from the crowd.

The jungle is a haven for wildlife and a frequent destination for poachers.

It can be said that heaven coexists with death.

Liu Wei walked forward cautiously, after all, he was in a foreign country, and he tried to avoid it if he could, so as not to cause trouble, so as not to be targeted.

He walked up and saw seven or eight thinly dressed black men, about the size of the local residents, emaciated, four with guns in their hands, and a few others carrying wild boars that had died, and it seemed that the harvest had been good today.

In a country where few people come forward to administer it, the situation at hand should be a common thing.

"Brothers, let's take a look and leave, these people don't look very good!" Liu Wei whispered.

When he was about to turn around and leave, the group of people in front of him began to make noise again, and they all retreated in some panic.

Liu Wei squatted sideways, and when he saw their actions, he speculated that he should have encountered some difficult opponent.

A pair of banana-shaped crooked horns emerged from the bamboo forest, and then a sturdy white-limbed bison approached.

The scientific name of the white-limbed bison is the Indian bison, which is also known as the white-limbed bison because of the white fur that grows below the joints of the limbs.

The bison didn't look close to people at all at this time, its eyes were wide, and it seemed to be the size of Liu Wei's fist when shot from a distance.

After it came out of the bamboo forest, it stood in place, staring directly at the people with guns in front of them.

The poachers often came into contact with the beast and seemed to sense the wrath of the white-limbed bison.

Sensing the danger coming, they began to distract the bison.

Although they had guns in their hands, they knew that it would be difficult for them to kill such a large beast in a short period of time with their shotguns, and that if it came in with anger and gunshot wounds, their lives could be lost.

Liu Wei could see from the poachers' panicked eyes that they didn't seem to want to attack the bison, but only wanted to carry the wild boar out of the jungle.

"You, go over there!"

"Carry the boar out first!"

"If you have a gun in your hand, follow me, and if it rushes up, shoot a warning!"

Liu Wei heard that they were arranging tactics.

The lonely white-limbed bison began to move, walked a few steps, stopped, and looked at the crowd again, as if it were also testing the bandits in front of it.

One of them was about to make his way around the right side of the buffalo, but the sound of stepping on a branch on the ground caught the buffalo's attention.

"The white-limbed bison has a very sensitive sense of hearing and smell, and that black man may be in trouble!" Liu Wei looked at the situation in front of him and analyzed.

"They deserve it, these people are really hateful!"

"Kill him, kill one by one, I don't know how many wild animals have been killed!"

"I'm a white-limbed bison!"

Judging from the barrage in the live broadcast room, the audience still hates their hunting behavior.

In front of him, the white-limbed bison turned its huge body to face the black man who was trying to circle with it.

The black man was panicked and raised his gun at the bison, and his companion, who was about to leave, turned around and yelled, "n,!"

His companion expressed anger at his actions at this point.

Sure enough, when the white-limbed bison saw the black man raising his gun, it became even more angry, and without saying a word, he pulled out his legs and ran, although he was large, but he ran unusually fast.

The white-limbed bison rushed towards the black man with the spear raised like a bamboo, several cages of bamboo were directly broken by the bison's body, and the weeds and small trees were ruthlessly crushed, and nothing could stop it.

The black man was in a state of extreme panic and fear, and he fired a shot, which he did not hit because he was so nervous that his arm trembled.

As the sound of gunfire echoed through the woods, the bison became even angrier and increased the speed of the charge.

The black man had no chance to shoot, and he tried to save his life and began to run in the direction of his companions, his teeth and claws, his facial expression and posture were really ugly.

"Hahahaha!"

"Brother Niu, you did a good job, you killed his turtle son!"

"Grandma's, relieve your anger!"

The black man saw a pile of grass in front of him, and he didn't have time to find a suitable way to escape, so he threw himself directly into the grass.

And the grass was undoubted for the body of the bison, and it stepped on it directly.

The black man staggered to the ground a few times, and the buffalo caught up with him, bowing his head and turning him a few times with his horns.

The black man turned his body to look at the bison, made a gesture of surrender, his feet were still kicking the ground and slowly crawling back, his lips were a little white, and he opened a box, as if in the fear of death.

The white-limbed bison's eyes were very determined, and he stared at the black man on the ground.

"h,,~" The black man's companion kept yelling.

The black man crawling on the ground was also asking for help from his companions.

The companion first fired a shot into the sky in an attempt to scare the buffalo away, but the buffalo slowed down when he heard the gunshot, and raised his head to the other black man.

The blacks did not see in the bison's eyes the intention of flinching.

They now have only two options, either shoot en masse and attack the bison with shotguns in their hands at the same time to see if they can knock it down, if not, the bison may trample its companion on the ground to death in a fit of rage.

Another option is to leave quickly and abandon your companions to seek more blessings.

However, judging from their choice, it seems that they do not want to give up their companions, and the leader said: "When we shoot, you run!"

That's right, they choose to gamble!

After all, it's a friendship that has carried a gun together.

When Liu Wei heard this, his brows tightened.

He had no sympathy for the life of the black man who had fallen to the ground, but it was quite possible that he would have seen a sturdy white-limbed bison killed, and even if the bullets had not killed it on the spot, the wound would have been severely infected, and it would have been difficult to survive in the end.

Liu Wei suddenly thought in his mind that he might have to do something to protect the bison.

"Brothers, it seems that we can't watch the excitement anymore!" Liu Wei got up and said.

"What do you want to do?"

"Ah Wei, don't get excited, they have guns in their hands!"

"I can't persuade you, Ah Wei should go and save that black man!"

"Phew~, black people deserve to be trampled to death!"

"Don't you see? Ah Wei is trying to save that bison!"

"Hey, friend, calm down!" Liu Wei smiled at the black people with guns.

"Who are you?"

"Who"

The blacks had a question mark on their faces, attracted by the sudden appearance of a stranger.

The muzzle of the gun in his hand was turned at Liu Wei, and it could be seen that they were still a little nervous at the moment.

They began to speculate wildly about Liu Wei's identity.

"Don't get excited, friends!" Liu Wei still kept smiling and spoke in fluent English: "I'm just passing by!"

“!t!” The leading black man cursed Liu Wei and told him to get out.

Liu Wei said: "Don't you want to save your companions?"

The black men looked back at each other, then looked at their companion who was scared by the bison and was about to pee his pants, and asked Liu Wei, "Do you have a way?"

Liu Wei said: "I can make a deal with you!"

"What deal?" said the leading black man.

Liu Wei said: "You put away your guns, leave here, I will ensure the safety of your companions!"