To make a fruitless trip.

Yang Shubao's face turned green when he went out.

In addition, they wasted a day on the return trip, and as a result, they did not find out the specific information of the tribe of the Timites.

The people of the tribe did meet the Timites, and even exchanged some things with each other, and the Timites exchanged modern items such as military kettles and multi-purpose sabers for food.

But they just met in the wild and then did a material exchange, and did not do much communication.

And the place where they met was not near the tribe, they were these Timites who were hired by tourists to venture deep into the steppes and meet in the wilderness far away from the tribe.

So, the Awapu people couldn't even remember the exact direction in which they met the Timites, the only thing they knew for sure was that it was not far from the Mogalaquina River, and the cup was that the river was hundreds of kilometers long, and eventually extended longer after converging with the Limpopo River!

Kurutantan had already speculated that the Timitan tribe was close to the Limpopo and Mogaraquina rivers, but they could not locate the Timitan tribe on the two rivers, as the Limpopo River was 1,680 kilometers long......

Dejected, they left the Awapu tribe and galloped back to the camp.

Benson looked at them expectantly, Yang Shubao spread his hand to him, and Benson's heart was like ashes.

Kurutantan saw it and said, "How can it be so easy to find a tribe in the wasteland? ”

The convoy hit the road.

This time, the Awapu tribe did not provide any information, at least it confirmed that the area of activity of the Timites was around the Mogaraquina River, and they were always right to set out towards that large river.

In the afternoon, the dirt road came to an end, and they entered the territory of a tribe in the evening.

The tribe is much smaller than the Awapu tribe, but it is very welcoming, and when they see someone in the tribe coming out with a water bottle behind the monster truck, they wave to them and greet them in broken English: "Welcome, welcome, tourists." ”

Officer Benson got out of the car, took the kettle in their hands with a smile, poured a glass of water, poured it down, and turned back to Yang Shubao and said, "Great, I'm already thirsty and can't stand it, this water is really the source of life." ”

Yang Shubao was not thirsty, and he asked the person who delivered the water, "Can we stay with you tonight?"

The man smiled heartily, "Welcome, welcome." ”

Yang Shubao used the walkie-talkie to contact Kurutantan and asked them to drive over.

As a result, when the truck arrived, the people who greeted them in the tribe suddenly changed their attitude: "How many of you are there?"

Yang Shubao said: "More than twenty, but we don't have to need a house to entertain, we can ......."

"There are too many people for us to accommodate. The big black man in the lead interrupted him.

"We only need an open space, if there are not enough houses......

"If you can't entertain, you can't entertain, so let's go. The big black man interrupted him impatiently and waved his hand.

The truck stopped, and the little blacks jumped down with their sharpened spears and knives.

After seeing them, the attitude of several people at the gate of the tribe improved, but they still firmly refused to entertain them.

Yang Shubao said: "We can give money. ”

Someone was moved, but the leading man said firmly: "No, we don't want money, and we don't entertain you, let's go, you go quickly, you are not allowed to stay here!"

The others followed, and others ran out of the house, and Yang Shubao saw that they had shotguns in their hands.

Seeing this, he was very helpless, so he had to wave and signal everyone to get into the car.

Back at the monster truck, Benson said, "Hurry up and get out of here." ”

Yang Shubao asked, "Is there something wrong with this tribe?"

The behavior of these people is too weird, and when they think that there are only two of them, they warmly invite them into the village, and when they find that they are numerous, they firmly drive them away, it is hard not to think about it.

Benson nodded solemnly: "There must be ghosts in it, I guess they are a bandit tribe, they thought there were only two of us at first, and then they wanted to mess with us, but then they didn't dare to do it after they found out that there were many of us......"

Yang Shubao asked, "Then do you want to call the police?"

Benson said depressedly, "I'm the policeman." ”

Yang Shubao changed the question: "Then do you want to deal with them, if they have problems, you can take the opportunity to make meritorious contributions." ”

Benson shook his head: "It's none of our business here, it's none of our business who they are, our mission is to find the Timit tribe and send these guys back, nothing else has anything to do with us." ”

Yang Shubao was impressed by the South African police, you must know that Benson is still an ambitious and ambitious young policeman, belonging to the kind of young Zhuang who is not cold-blooded, and he wants to shirk everything when he encounters it, so he should know what the situation in South Africa is.

Benson was clever enough to judge his thoughts from his expression, so he got annoyed: "Hey, you think I'm a coward? Think I don't want to take care of things?

Yang Shubao said: "How do you know if you don't try?"

Benson asked, "Can you eat?"

"Of course not!"

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Yang Shubao smiled: "This is sophistry, because what you asked is common sense." ”

"It's common sense that tribes in remote areas can't be managed. He sighed.

The car swayed for a while, and he began to yawn: "I'm a little sleepy, I won't tell you more, let's find a place to set up a tent in the wilderness, well, you drive steadily, let me sleep." ”

As soon as the words fell, he began to doze off, and in just a minute or two, the snoring sounded.

Yang Shubao wanted to laugh at him, but then felt that something was wrong.

He stopped the car and pushed Benson, Benson was still snoring, he slapped him with his hand, Benson didn't react, still asleep.

Now Yang Shubao understands that this is not natural sleep, and there is a problem with the water Benson drank just now!

They didn't do anything today, and Benson had been resting, and he couldn't have been trapped like this under normal circumstances.

Yang Shubao looked back at the small tribe that was already a shadow left, and his heart was cold.

He and Benson may have guessed a little too mildly, those people didn't just want to take advantage of their small number of people to cheat, I'm afraid they wanted to kill and rob!

It is too easy for the tribes of the wilderness to kill individuals, and to this day such tribes still do not follow the laws of South Africa but are governed by their own tribal legal system, with chiefs and elders holding the power of life and death, and the government has no control over it.

Kurutantan had followed the tribe through the grasslands for more than thirty years, and he had experienced and heard countless shady scenes, and he understood what was going on after seeing Benson's situation.

He saw that Yang Shubao's face was gloomy, so he hurriedly persuaded him: "The police officer is just stunned, we haven't encountered any trouble yet, let's leave quickly, I'm afraid those people are all villains, we shouldn't provoke them." ”

(End of chapter)