Chapter 705 [Escaped Back to the Camp]

All I heard was a bee the size of an adult's thumb surrounding Chris, and then launched a frantic attack. www.biquge.info Smith, who had just climbed down the mountain, looked up and saw Chris being attacked, Chris screamed a few times and fell straight down without grabbing the mountain.

At this time, Smith's tears fell and he shouted, "Chris, be careful, don't let go, grab my God." As soon as these words were spoken, Chris didn't expect to be able to endure the attack of these small bombers anymore, and fell off the cliff weakly.

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Smith stretched out his arms like crazy, intending to catch Chris, who was more than a hundred kilograms with the strength of his arms, and fell from a distance of eight meters. This is what Smith dared to do, and Smith also managed to catch Chris, who fell from a high altitude, and the two of them fell on the gravel slope at the same time.

His arms hurt as if they were broken, but when he saw the small bombers buzzing in the sky, he knew that if he stayed here, he was looking for death. While these Himalayan bees did not launch a second round of attacks, the two of them should flee quickly, otherwise they would really die in the hands of these bees.

Smith struggled to get up from the ground, ran only two steps to Chris's side, and yelled frantically as he tried to pull Chris up. "Chris, this idiot doesn't want to die, hurry up and stand up for me. Let's run quickly, or these secret recipes will launch a second attack Chris Chris stands up. ”

But no matter how Smith dragged it, Chris didn't react, and at this time Smith was scared, and kept praying in his heart that Chris would be okay with the black buddy. Chris just got married a few years ago, has a two-year-old son to raise, and a large family to support, is Chris in danger here, what should his family do?

But it backfired, and it was difficult to turn Chris over and look at it, even the well-informed Smith couldn't help but gasp. Chris's swarthy face bulged out with red envelopes the size of a dozen fists, and some green liquid flowed out. The whole face was deformed, and it was impossible to see the original appearance at all, and there were several large bags in his hands that were now seriously injured and unconscious, and instead of having a faint breath, Smith thought that Chris had gone to see God and his old man.

Chris was stung by a bee, and it didn't take 20 seconds for him to become like this, and everyone thinks about how poisonous the Himalayan bee must be. How terrifying it must be, even if the perverted humanoid monster-like Chris has been stung so many times, he has become inhumanoid and seriously injured and unconscious, if he is stung by these bees a few times, it will not kill people.

Listening to the buzzing sound in his ears getting closer and closer, Smith wanted to cry when he saw Chris, who was unconscious. But his brother couldn't leave him and run away alone, but if Smith ran with Chris, he would definitely slow down, and when the time came, these extremely fast Himalayan bees would chase after the two of them, and they would definitely die.

But in the nick of time, Smith didn't leave his brother, and limped into the forest with Chris on his shoulder. Behind him were swarms of Himalayan bees buzzing and chasing, although it was deep in the jungle to escape, but Smith, who ran farther and farther, let out a scream from time to time, everyone knew that Smith was also attacked by Himalayan bees.

Smith was very cunning, where the forest was dense, and slowly got rid of the frenzied pursuit of these exposed Himalayan bees. Although his face was stung with several large bags, his vision began to blur, but Smith relied on his weak sensory vision to carry Chris and climbed back to Yang Yong's field camp step by step.

At that time, Yang Yong was taking people to lunch, and because the lunch was very hearty and very happy, Yang Yong was kind again, and everyone was allocated a small glass of century-old Moutai wine. I was going to have a good meal with my men, but just as everyone was eating happily, Smith's screaming and crying like a wolf was heard in the distance.

"Boss, help, boss, help us. Chris is dying, boss, help us. ”

At this time, Yang Yong looked very funny, with half a braised prawn in his mouth, and there were oil stains everywhere on his legs, and a shrimp leg was stuck to his nose. Suddenly raised his head, and asked Thomas, who was eating next to him, in a stunned manner.

"Thomas, do you hear anything? I feel like Smith is asking me for help. ”

Thomas on the side was eating happily, but Yang Yong suddenly asked like this and didn't understand the situation, and at this juncture, Smith's faint voice came from a distance. "Boss, help us, Chris is dying, we're here, boss, we're here to save us. ”

The whole camp heard Smith's cry for help in the distance, and the whole person exploded, and Yang Yong spread his feet and ran out. The treasure hunters who followed behind all grabbed their weapons, ran out with guns and machetes, and ran out for dozens of meters and a downhill slope. At this time, Yang Yong saw it clearly.

Smith and Chris fell to the ground, and Smith looked up at the direction of the base with his eyes blank and called for help, his face holding a bag the size of a child's fist. And there is a hole in the middle that flows out of the green liquid, Chris is lying on the ground motionless, and the two of them are still carrying two broken back baskets, especially some golden liquid flowing out of the back baskets, and you can smell the fragrance of honey that rushes straight to your head from a distance of more than ten meters.

Yang Yong has used Himalayan honey, of course he remembers that this is the taste of Himalayan honey, and he was shocked to see the miserable state of the two people. Hurriedly beckoned someone to carry the two inhuman-shaped subordinates back to the camp, and when he saw Yang Yong, the fierce Smith took Yang Yong's hand and weakly told the story of the two people.

At this time, all the treasure hunters who heard the tragic experience of the two people gasped, and the condition of the two people was really miserable. Chris is now out of human form, with a pitted face like the surface of the moon. I can't see where my nose is, where my eyes are, where my mouth is, my face is full of red envelopes the size of my fist, and there is still green liquid flowing from the gap on it, and there is a fishy smell, which is particularly unpleasant.

Knowing that the two of them were stung by the world's largest Himalayan bee, and the injury was particularly serious, especially dangerous. In addition, the distance between his camp and the nearest city, Darjeeling, is more than 150 kilometers in a straight line, and the mountain roads are rugged, and there are no helicopters in Darjeeling.

A helicopter chartered from New Delhi, India, had to be refueled on the way, and it would take more than eight or nine hours to get to the camp. It took a day to return to the hospital, and in one day, two people had already died of poison. Now that Chris has been seriously injured and unconscious, Smith has now become dazed and in a trance, and it can be said that the current situation has reached a critical level.