Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Grassland Crisis

The blade was extremely fast, piercing the air and piercing the black bear's forehead in one fell swoop.

The lone wolf landed steadily, stood on his feet, and clapped his hands.

The black bear's eyes widened like a brass bell, and he really couldn't figure out why the lone wolf was so fast, and the flying knife flying out of him was faster than the gun in his hand.

The black bear "clanged" and fell on its back to the sky, dead without blinking its eyes.

The lone wolf looked at Donald Duck hanging on it, untied the rope, and Donald Duck fell.

"Whoa, can you be lighter!"

Donald rubbed his buttocks and stood up, rubbing his numb arm.

"Why, you know him!"

"The black bear, the murder king of African mercenaries, has at least a thousand lives in his hands. ”

"More than a thousand, my God, is he so powerful?"

"Those people were killed, there were unarmed women, and children, who had slaughtered a village, not killers, authentic butchers. ”

"Then he is more than innocent of death. ”

The lone wolf stared at the black bear's carcass for a long time.

"Lone wolf, hiding a knife in the sole of your shoe, squeaking and hiding mines, it's really amazing, you save me again, and when I find my daughter, my life is yours, whatever you send, go to the soup and fire, and don't hesitate!"

"Hehe, you use this idiom well!"

Lone wolf joked, but it didn't take long for the smile on his face to disappear, and his face was a little gloomy.

"Lone wolf, are you alright?"

Lone Wolf picked up his gun, packed up the black bear's equipment, and said as he reloaded, "This is not an ordinary killing tournament. ”

"Ordinary? It's all a killing tournament, it's ordinary. ”

"I mean, in this game, there is something else. ”

"What does it mean otherwise. ”

"Someone paid a lot of money for a black bear to come and take my head. ”

"And you know who it is?"

"I don't know, so, this is the scariest thing!"

The two packed up their gear and moved on.

The early morning forest was wet, and in the woods, the dew soon wet the clothes of the two. Under the exposure of sunlight, it quickly evaporates.

The lone wolf took off his clothes and used them to dry the dew on his body and keep his body dry.

Donald Duck watched the lone wolf undress, the picture was too beautiful, and he turned around.

"Donald Duck, I advise you to do the same as I do, and you do as I do. ”

"I won't take off my clothes!"

"Maybe you don't know what dampness is, it can quickly make you cold, cause dehydration, and you can't last a few hours, you can't even pick up a gun. ”

Donald Duck turned his back, a little confused.

"I was at a Ranger training camp in the western United States, and the instructor at that time gave us a handful of dampness, dehydration, dizziness and hallucinations, and to that point where you had to wait for a doctor, or if you didn't have a doctor, you would wait for death. We fight, and we don't like the rainforest the most, because the biggest enemy in the rainforest is not people, but the rainforest itself. ”

Donald Duck understands that this lone wolf will not joke except for some philosophical words, and Donald Duck does not dare to believe what he says.

Donald Duck turned around and saw that the lone wolf had made a small trouser out of his trousers, which he had put on his body, and had smeared it with mud on his body.

"What is this for?"

"I hate to tell you, but you'd better follow me. ”

Donald watched as the lone wolf made himself into a clay figure, including his ears, which were also covered in mud.

Donald Duck knew that the lone wolf was not child's play, and there must be a reason for him.

Donald Duck had no choice but to put down his gun and make himself a clay figure like a lone wolf.

"Haha, it's very handsome, your size must attract mosquitoes. ”

"What kind of mosquito, do you know what blood type I have, mosquitoes don't like my blood type, they don't naturally attract mosquitoes!"

"Hehe, Bruce, you are too naïve, here, there is no taboo thing, only the strong eat the weak, and the same goes for mosquitoes!"

Donald didn't understand what the lone wolf was saying.

The two clay figures slowly walked out of the woods and entered a large meadow, which was more than one person tall.

Although the mud on his body made him very uncomfortable, Donald Duck understood the intention of the lone wolf, and in the grass, countless mosquitoes and flies were dispersed by the two mud figures, and then flew back and landed on the mud figures. Because of the mud, the mosquitoes and flies can't get down.

"Hey, lone wolf, it's really yours, this trick works!"

Before Donald finished speaking, he ate a mouthful of mosquitoes, coughed vigorously, and vomited.

The lone wolf turned around and made a gesture not to speak.

Donald Duck closes his mouth, and the lone wolf wipes some mud from Donald Duck's shoulder and applies it to Donald Duck's beak.

The lone wolf covered his mouth and said slowly: "Don't talk anymore, this is the small meaning, I will let you see the big scene later!"

Donald Duck nodded, not daring to open his mouth again, for fear of eating another bite of mosquito meat.

The sky was bright, and after the rain it was cloudless, and according to Bruce, it was a paradise if there was no competition to kill.

Countless mosquitoes were scattered by the two and flew back, in this yellow grassland, the two of them were like mosquito food, but the two foods were coated with a protective layer, and they could not be eaten.

At this time, the lone wolf stopped, pointed to the sky, and snorted.

Donald didn't understand what was wrong, but felt that the sky was slowly darkening.

The lone wolf lay down and kept pointing to the sky, Donald Duck really didn't understand, only saw a large dark cloud in the sky, almost obscuring the sun.

Donald Duck secretly rejoiced, thinking that it was about to rain, as soon as it rained, there were no mosquitoes, and the mud on his body would be washed away.

Donald Duck opened his hands, ready for the arrival of the rain.

The lone wolf kept pointing to the sky.

"You get up too, take a shower together, you're all bare-assed anyway!"

The lone wolf was a little helpless and continued to point to the sky.

At this time, Donald felt that something was wrong, so he looked at the sky again.

The dark cloud moved very quickly, but gradually, Donald Duck noticed that the dark cloud was very strange and mixed with noise.

The dark clouds gradually approached, and Donald Duck's face suddenly changed greatly, and he climbed down all of a sudden.

Where are the dark clouds, there are patches of mosquitoes that are migrating and flying over.

At this time, the sun was so big that it was obscured, and the mosquitoes crackled, and some of them continued to fly, and some of them fell.

Donald Duck only felt that he had fallen into a mosquito hole, and there were mosquitoes everywhere, and the "buzzing" sound of mosquitoes kept going.

Donald covered his mouth and nose, his hands were crawling with mosquitoes, and when he opened his eyes, he was full of mosquitoes.

The whole body was surrounded by mosquitoes, and the mosquitoes were trying to find a breakthrough in their bodies, and Donald Duck regretted a little, regretting that he had painted a little less mud on his body.