Chapter 38: It Feels Good to Be Rich (Page 1/1)

You can't fight, you never can fight.

Everyone is an adult, and they are not three-year-old children, but a place where a suspected ruins has just appeared, how can it be possible to fight when it is not clear what is inside?

At most, it means a few cruel words and a few middle fingers.

The most important thing now is to find out where the lake is.

In the past, if you wanted to find clues, you could only run around the world, and then either check information or ask the locals. Not to mention the slowness, there will be cheating behavior, after all, the information you get is the same thing that the locals understand.

For example, now, whether it is the mayor of the town or the sacrifice, when he talks about the lake, all of them are conclusive and there is no such thing at all. Especially to the north, there is no possibility of a lake at all.

That's because the Niger River, the third largest river in Africa, is on the edge of the town of Zomai, and the upper part of the river from south to north is relatively gentle, but it basically passes through the jungle. When Bobodiulasso turns southeast, several large rivers converge, and when they reach the middle and lower reaches, they become even more majestic.

It is impossible for such a river to have a jammed lake or any other lake.

And when it comes to the Great Lake, in the north of Liberia, there is only Lake Bamafil in Guinea. But there are absolutely no three huge buildings in that lake, Xing Jie and they mentioned. Because the lake is a scenic area, although it is not very famous, hundreds of thousands of people still visit it every year. It couldn't be more obvious if there were three towering buildings.

And the satellite photos that Clara brought over can also be seen very clearly. What is that Bamafil Lake and Xing Jie, the way they see it is not the same at all!

Another point is the problem of the three buildings.

It's not difficult to hide it and others can't see it, and it's not uncommon to encounter a large-scale maze. While the maze can visually obliterate the building's existence, it is still there. The physical existence cannot be erased, and there are so many sailing yachts in that tourist resort, and it can be bumped into blindly. So far, there is no 'supernatural' collision phenomenon there, so it is conceivable that there is nothing special there.

Once again, it has fallen into a dead end, where is the impossible lake?

"But I know of a place that resembles the one in your photo, except that there aren't those three black things. The mayor said after looking at the picture again.

"But that place is dangerous. Because that's the swamp of the Dinglu Way, and the Dinglu Way of thought means the vanished devil in our language.

It's a good place in the dry season, and if you're careful, you can barely get through. If it's the rainy season, some water will gather in a short period of time. It looks shallow, but as soon as you step inside, you're swallowed up! We wouldn't go to that place unless we had to. Doe said with a panicked expression.

"What does that mean, as a last resort?" Lilia asked.

"Because there is a herb there that is very good for angina, but it is very difficult to find. Also, there aren't the three tall buildings you said they were," Doe said.

That's when Clara walked in, holding a couple of pictures in her hand.

"Jay, it's decided. The Dinglusi swamp is the Marshallows Duzha Plateau Wetland, which is less than a hundred kilometers away. The entire wetland area is about 100 square kilometers. Because it is too dangerous, it is considered a forbidden place by the locals.

Since it was the rainy season some time ago, there was a lot of rain gathering there, as the mayor said. However, the road to get there is difficult to walk, and it is quite difficult to get to that place, because it is on the edge of the southwestern corner of the Guinean plateau, and it can only be accessed by foot. ”

"Are you stupid? The road is difficult, get a few helicopters to go over, and hover to the edge of the swamp? Why do you have to walk over tiredly?" Xing Jie rolled his eyes, pursed his lips and pushed the door and left. Who has the time to deal with this group of people who are already stupid? It's better to get the recipe for the green gold fruit wine in their hands as soon as possible!

Seeing Xing Jie smiling and walking out with the town mayor's sacrifice, a group of people felt that their IQ was insulted. What is this place? Liberia! What is the destination? Guinea highlands. Originally, you were fighting in a foreign country, so you had to cross the border to go to another country and fly a helicopter? How much trouble did you Xing Jie want to cause?

If you have no desire, you are just talking about the state in front of Xing Jie.

He shook his head as he watched several teams still choose the old path, carrying their bags and heading towards the Dinglu Swamp. Don't they all understand? You're looking for something on Guinea's soil. If you don't find it, forget it, what are you going to do if you find a large number of secret caches?

Do you rely on manpower to move little by little?

Besides, Britain, France, the United States, India, the Guardian, the Holy See, and 1945 are not the countries standing behind these teams? Isn't it possible to put an end to the matter by stretching out your hand to deal with a small Guinea? Besides, how can you befriend these countries at once be a good thing that can be compared with a few pure gold or armored combat creatures?

Besides, there are already seven, how much more can be divided by one more?

A bunch of short-sighted, open-minded guys.

Now Xing Jie has money in his pocket, so he can't suffer himself. After waving his hand and saying goodbye to the mayor, Xing Jie simply opened the way with money and drove towards the Guinean plateau.

Along the way, people block and kill Buddhas, and the green knife is better than any strip. In addition, the well-brewed Qingjin fruit wine can also be regarded as famous in these places, so although Xing Jie's treatment is not as good as that of those super-rich who come here to hunt, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as comfortable.

Photojournalists, this kind of people Guinea's border guards have seen a lot. Especially Xing Jie is not only a Chinese, but also an extremely bold Chinese, which makes people even more likeable. Now who in this world does not know that the Chinese are rich? When the leading lieutenant accepted the thick pile of beautiful knives hidden in the envelope, he not only helped Xing Jie fill up the gas, but also sent an experienced guide.

"As long as you don't kill people, you'll be fine!"

This Xing Jie got the promise.

Driving on the vast plateau is a very cool thing, the only unpleasant thing is that there is a bit of a language barrier, but Xing Jie has roughly learned some local native languages with the mayor and the priest during this time, and it is not a big problem to communicate, after all, the local languages in this place are basically Semitic languages, except for the meaning of individual words, the others are almost the same.

However, when the tour guide knew that Xing Jie was going to drive to the Dinglu Swamp, his face was a little pale with fright, and he muttered a lot of words, and Xing Jie carefully understood that it was said that the place was very dangerous.

Wine is a good thing.

After drinking too much, those who are instigated dare to do it every day.

A few bottles of sacrificially brewed high-grade green gold fruit wine were in his stomach, and the guide obviously had the idea of killing God.

Add two Franklins, and the screaming guide sticks his half-pulled body out of the window, constantly firing guns, laughing maniacally and guiding the way.

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