At the small airport in the middle of Manle City, Zhao Kun got off the plane with the people who "escorted" him. Further south www.biquge.info there are dense rainforest mountains, which can only be accessed by small planes that need runways.

But they didn't change to a helicopter here, but boarded three yellow-green block painted, dusty off-road vehicles, one in front and one behind, escorting the one Zhao Kun was riding, along the gray road, gradually approaching the rainforest area.

The "escort" was very polite to Zhao Kun, although it was inevitable to tie his hands and feet, but he didn't dare to touch him with a finger. In addition, water should be given to drink, and meals should be given, and the quality of the meals is not bad. Even these people drank two sips of wine in their spare time, and asked Zhao Kun if he wanted to have some. It wasn't like treating a prisoner.

The knots, no matter how exquisitely they are tied, how can it be difficult to defeat this special forces commander! Zhao Kun didn't move all the way, waiting for the car to reach a hidden supply station at the edge of the rainforest, where the convoy stopped to refuel, as well as replenish food and tobacco leaves. In the hot and humid rainforest areas, locals rely on spicy tobacco leaves to combat the heavy moisture.

Just when the two locals reached out to untie the knot on Zhao Kun's feet and escorted him out of the car, Zhao Kun's body suddenly hit both sides, and with the strength of his weight, he suddenly knocked the two shorter Siamese people to the ground, and without waiting for the other accomplices who were cheering and taking things to react, Zhao Kun had already broken off with both hands, and with a wrist support, he turned over and crossed the body from the other side, and ran towards the rainforest!

There were big off-road vehicles blocking it, and these people wanted to shoot at him and had to go around. Zhao Kun's time calculation was extremely accurate, one, two, three, listening to the sound of the bolt behind him, and the cat rolled on the ground. A volley of bullets "fluttered" and slammed into the mud next to it, splashing grass and dirt.

He made two quick turns, leaped into the thick greenery.

According to his calculations, these people are not many in number, and they should be chased directly in the direction of his escape, in a small fan. But to his surprise, these people only chased a few hundred meters at the edge of the rainforest, and gradually disappeared, as if they had been thrown off by him.

He didn't think it would be that easy.

Hiding behind a large tree, he crouched down and pulled out a map of the city of Manle from his clothes.

This map was stolen by Zhao Kun when the car was bumpy, and the person in the front seat threw it in the storage box in front of the seat after reading the map. His hands were free again, and no one noticed him at the moment when he shouted between his car and the car in front of him.

When he had done stealing, he put his hands back in the knot.

Knotting is a science, some knots look exactly the same on the outside, but one is a dead knot, the other is a live buckle, and knotting is a necessary skill for seafarers and special forces! The one that Zhao Yu tied was a slipknot, and the rope was opened as soon as he pulled it in his hand, but if he didn't follow the rope a little bit, he couldn't see it from the outside.

The large dark shadow on the map is the part of the crime paradise of the "Drug Triangle", located in the city of Manle.

Running through almost the entire city-wide mountains, just at the very edge of the city of Manle, surrounded by rainforest, there is a not-so-conspicuous marking, faintly drawn with a pencil, and easy to miss without looking closely. But at that point, there is undoubtedly something.

The destination of these people is there, that is to say, the "big man" who went to great lengths to see Zhao Kun is there.

Zhao Kun put away the map and glanced at the sky. The sun is overhead, and fortunately it is a good day, although the leaves in the forest are wide and thick, and from time to time, there is always some direction that can be determined by the sun and the mountain.

From time to time, the leaves drip down, wetting the shirt and trousers on the body, wrapping them around the body, outlining the muscular figure. Zhao Kun tried to hide the map close to his body to avoid soaking.

Wander through the woods at a slower pace than on a flat road, and always be on the lookout for the poisonous vines and snakes that are unique to the rainforest!

I didn't go far before I came across this small camp in the woods. The rudimentary barracks, made of blades of grass and wood, were raised high above the humidity of the ground. The spicy smell of tobacco leaves permeated the forest, not taking into account the possibility of igniting the trees, which were all wet.

No wonder those men refused to chase them into the woods. The source of this crime is likely to be within a radius of several hundred miles, and there are countless such sentry posts and transit points. These people not only patrol and protect the area from the outside world, but also drive the local indigenous people to abuse the local aborigines, planting the "goods" they want on the low and gentle hills.

The Charan River, which meanders through the rainforest, is the "golden waterway" of the world's great drug field!

There is a smell in the air other than tobacco leaves. Zhao Kun, who had carried out arrest operations on the border of Weinan, was quite familiar with this smell - sure enough, not far away, in a dirty metal dish, the foul powder was roasted on the fire and the smoke was scattered, and two black and thin Siamese people sat opposite each other, greedily sucking with a special tube, as if sucking the source of life.

That's exactly what kills! It can be seen that the status of these little minions will not be too high. The big bosses who are really close to the core of drug crime will never touch these dirty things that are worse than bullets! The big boss at the source of power will not use such stupid things to control really smart people.

Zhao Kun looked over from the gap in the forest leaves. The two men were full of drugs and sat on the spot with their limbs drooping, drowsy, and could be ignored. There were four left, one smoking a cigarette, and the other three with guns, scrutinizing the surroundings of the small wooden building.

It is likely that this small wooden building also stored some "things" to be transferred.

Zhao Kun could have changed directions and bypassed. But along the way, he always needs some weapons and supplies! The closer you get to the core, the larger the outpost will inevitably be, the more tightly defended it will be, and the number of people will increase. If you can't get some "hard guys" in the hands of such marginal minions, I'm afraid the road ahead will be very difficult to walk.

He looked around, and it was impossible for an AK or a sand-hawk to grow in the woods. He thought about it, and from under a tall tree, he carefully brushed aside the grass and rotten leaves, and dug out a spike-like plant rhizome with a length of nearly twenty centimeters!

Then, he reached out and took off his shirt, wearing only a T-shirt, wrapped his hands in it, and carefully twisted a dangling vine with an eerie scarlet glow in the green.

White, thick sap seeped out of the cracks in the vines and dripped onto the ground. Zhao Kun dipped a little with a spike, randomly found a worm that was crawling happily, and stabbed it gently, in less than two seconds, I saw that the worm spasmed and stiffened on the ground.

That's it! What I learned in the jungle on the border of Wienan has not been forgotten.

He thinly smeared the entire spike with the highly neurotoxic juice, wrapped a piece of torn fabric, and held it firmly in his hand.

Next, all you have to do is choose an object and kill it with one hit! Anyway, these drug traffickers, as long as the soldiers or police of any country are armed with them, they can be killed! (To be continued.) )