If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger

The lurking in the shadows of the trees is long and unbearable, but there is no choice but to wait. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhao Xie was almost completely pulled into the deep darkness by sleepiness, when suddenly, a strange vibration in the air sensitively activated his nerves.

It was a medium-sized fishing boat, not fully loaded—perhaps, because it was carrying something much lighter and more valuable than fish and shrimp.

This is Cho Xie's plan. The ripening and harvesting of "Blue Flower" on the border of Weinan, as well as the inventory of the burned out camp made this special forces who was once active in the border to carry out anti-narcotics missions keenly aware that the "golden waterway" of the Charan River has entered the busiest and most dangerous moment of the year.

Hundreds of fishing boats, speedboats, and perhaps helicopters pass through this waterway and nearby, transporting tens of millions of gold, cash, and the "goods" they exchange for from the Black Rainforest, and perhaps half of Asia's criminal trade, all on which the "big deal" of the month and a half depends.

At its busiest, this main waterway of the Charan River passes through six or seven cargo boats a day disguised as fishing boats. In this direction, if you are lucky, it is likely to bypass all the levels directly and go straight to the lair of the "Golden Python".

The fishing boat was getting closer, and it was an old, rusty old boat, and the diesel engine was spitting out unclean smoke, and the strong smell could be heard from a distance. There were two people on the side of the boat who seemed to be looking in the direction normally, but Zhao Xie could guess that under the dirty raincoats they couldn't recognize, there were AKs full of bullets hidden in eighty percent.

Before the fishing boat could get closer, he slid silently down the tree like a jungle animal. Max, sensing his master's movements, emerged from the grass and looked up at him in bewilderment.

Zhao Xie whispered to Max to "stay put", took off his extra coat, discarded all his equipment, and only took a bundle of old hemp rope to hang on his body.

The rope had been dragged behind his raft and submerged in water, completely soaked from the inside out.

Then, like a dangerous crocodile, he quietly disappeared into the river.

The fishing boats are not moving at full speed. With what's on board, safety is much more important than speed. In order to avoid the attention of the military police before entering the black rainforest, most of these boats are old and worn, and with such a broken engine, it is difficult to run fast.

Zhao Xie was underwater, silently approaching the tail of the fishing boat in that particularly fast posture.

This is actually a very dangerous move. The propeller of the fishing boat is in the stern, and the speed of the old-fashioned propeller is average, but the blades are large and heavy, and the rotation force is very large.

But Zhao Kun insisted on getting closer, and he paddled hard to keep himself steady and not be brought in by the whirlpool stirred up by the propeller. The rope on his shoulder had long been removed, and he carried it in his hand mixed with the aquatic plants that he had picked up casually from the bottom of the water. The water quality of the Charan River is neither too turbid nor too clear, providing Zhao Kun with enough visibility and also covering him to get close to the hull.

With a few steps to go, he could barely stabilize his body, so he picked up the rope and threw it around the propeller in a strange knot, mixed with long drifting weeds.

The current of the water distorts and slows down the direction of the rope thrown out. But as if close to the propeller, as if attracted by some kind of magic, the knots and aquatic plants themselves attracted to the blades.

Zhao Kun then paddled hard to leave, circled out a big circle, and swam in the direction of the bow of the boat.

Of course, people can't swim the boat driven by the engine, but as the distance advances, the speed of the fishing boat slows down, and the hull of the boat makes a "creaking" and "creaking" iron skeleton friction sound due to the change of speed, as if it is about to fall apart.

Eventually, the medium-sized fishing boat came to rest in its entirety.

"xxxx!" someone in the cabin scolded in Siamese dialect, which is estimated to be similar to the "Three Character Classic" of Long Kingdom.

A middle-aged man of medium stature, swarthy and sturdy, rushed out of the cabin and cursed the crew, whom he called "dead pigs": "The engine is idling! Are you all blind? I feel like I'm going to go into the water and see what's going on!"

Two crew members came out of the rear cabin with a strong smell of diesel oil, presumably just finished checking the engine.

They had to change into sleek diving suits and go into the water, first they took off their guns, and without a holster, they handed over two black iron guys to a small crew member who came out of the back. The little man carried a miniature submachine gun cross-body, and took two pistols, which looked like a mobile ammunition depot.

Zhao Kun went around a little farther to avoid the people who went into the water to find him.

One, two, three...... He silently counted in his heart, there are six people on the ship now, there should be at least one more in the cockpit, there is no movement elsewhere, the situation is unknown, and he can only take one step at a time - also, if there is a conflict, this little man must be dealt with first, and the power of the micro charge on his body is too great.

The two crew members put on their diving suits and went into the water, and Zhao estimated that they would probably be able to solve the propeller failure in ten minutes.

The problem now is that of the two crew members in charge of the lookout at the bow, only one has gone to the back, and the other is still dutifully guarding the bow of the ship. The enemy is outnumbered, and it is not the same as alarming a boatload of people?

Just a little anxious, Max, the good dog, once again helped a lot. It jumped out of the grass on the shore and ran along the shore chasing the fishing boat, and Zhao Kun emerged very close to the hull of the boat, which happened to be the blind spot of the crew's vision. He gestured to the boat, and Max screamed in shock.

The guy at the bow of the boat instantly sucked his attention.

He pointed at Max and ran to the captain, a short, stocky middle-aged man, and shouted to the boss in the local dialect: "Isn't that the dog of the seventh, why are they all running here!"

The boss put his hand on his eyes and looked at it, it was really Max. He thought for a moment and said with a grim face: "There was an alarm two days ago, and people came in from outside, who knows if it was a fellow police officer or a police officer who didn't want to die." Old Seven, their camp is outside, don't you serve it to others, right?"

"This ......" the crew member looked a little trembling: "Their camp is not small, and the people from the other side are amazing!"

"Hmm. The shipowner nodded and said: "But it's none of our business, let's transport goods, take money, leave, and wait for the forest to disturb us, we will all go away, and we can't take care of the 'golden python'." As he spoke, he knocked on the stern of the boat and shouted, "Let the two of them hurry up, hurry!"

Retracting his gaze, Max stopped screaming, and ran around the shore looking at the boat. The captain sighed: "It's a good dog, running so far to move the rescuers." More clever than you pigs. ”

The subordinates were scolded, and nodded with a smile, and also looked at Max and said, "Do you want to bring this dog on the shore, the bloodline looks really good......"

"Don't be too troubled!" the boss glared at him sternly, "Before the people outside come in, leave when they are done!"

He didn't know that the "intruder" they were talking about, taking advantage of the fact that the two of them were talking and the bow of the ship was empty, pulled the steel cable for the anchor, and with a few undulations, had already crossed the side of the ship and quickly dived into the bottom of the cabin! )