Ever since I came into contact with the white-eyed old man and the cross-eyed, these two people have been wearing high hats for me. I also turned a blind eye to the previous top hat, but this time the top hat was too big, and my head was "small", so I couldn't take it.

I said in my heart that I was alone, how could I save these people on behalf of the organization?

The moment I listened to it, I immediately retorted implicitly. I told the white-eyed old man and cross-eyed that I was not a soldier, but just a travel friend, and when I was on a plane before, I encountered some trouble, so I had to parachute in advance.

The white-eyed old man took out a posture of disbelief at all, he shook his head and muttered.

Cross-eyed translated. The meaning of the white-eyed old man, don't push back, you are here to rescue our elite, and if you agree, he is willing to give up the position of the chief of the body.

I am a little unfamiliar with the word chief, but I analyze that it should mean the village chief, especially the word chief, which reminds me of ancient times.

I originally wanted to say something, reject the old man, and even make the old man die, but the old man said another thing.

One day five or six years ago, four people fell from the sky, and these four people also used sky-blue parachutes, and they all carried the kind of white and very sharp knives.

The leader is called Crow, and the four of them are here to inspect the situation of the whole village, although these four people did not stay long, but before leaving, Crow told the old man that the next time someone falls from the sky, he will be the savior of the whole village, and will lead the villagers to a peaceful and happy life.

My first reaction was to be stunned, I repeated the word crow, and even thought of something.

I asked the old man, "What does that crow look like?" ”

This time, it was Cross-Eyed who took the initiative to answer me. He gestured, saying that the crow was a god who usually covered his head with his hair, but in fact, after pulling his hair away, he still had an eye on his head, just like the mythical Erlang God.

I have to say that this feature is too obvious and too signature. I can therefore be sure that this raven is the mysterious chief.

I don't know why the mysterious chief still has eyes on his head, and I don't know if he's a human at all. But I put this small problem aside, and I have a big question in my heart.

Let me let Cross-Eyed describe again, what were the other three of the four people who fell from the sky that time?

Cross-eyed replied. Of the three, one was very strong and had a long face, and the other two, one was holding a small ding, and the other was dressed like the Orion in the village, except that this man was even rougher and even savage than the Orion looked.

I guess that among these three people, there are Iron Donkey and Leng Shijie, and as for the rough man, I don't know who it is.

I was so fry-up that I wanted to smoke a cigarette under the influence of a complex emotion.

After I was "captured", everything I brought with me was confiscated, and at this moment, I had to ask the old man and cross-eyed, what does that mean, do they have cigarettes?

Cross-eyed nodded hurriedly, and still felt in his pocket, and took out a small pipe and a small wooden box.

This small wooden box contains dried tobacco leaves. I stuffed the tobacco leaves into a small pipe. I'm an old smoker, so I have some research on smoking.

When I smoked this kind of tobacco leaves, my first feeling was that it was difficult to smoke to death, to put it bluntly, it was the same as sweet potato leaves.

I couldn't help but frown. Cross-eyed explained that they had poor land and could not make good tobacco leaves, and that they ...... After a pause, he muttered in a low voice, The cigarettes you brought with you have long been gone, and they were snatched up by those men in the village.

I just listened to him say this in my left ear and out of my right ear, because at this moment, I don't care if the cigarette is good or not.

I think about a lot of things by smoking.

I thought that this trip to southern Tibet was with Hu Zi and brought Fang Haoyu with treasures, but now that I look at it, the water in it is very deep.

The crow and the iron donkey calculated me again, especially now, the little Kunpeng plane encountered a breakdown and had to let us parachute in advance or something, which was obviously a small trick.

Going deeper, Zhang Fan's matter, in addition to the factor of protecting the child, will there be any intention to use Zhang Fan to blackmail me? Zhang Fan is now protected by the organization, if I and Hu Zi don't do anything this time and don't liberate the village in southern Tibet, will Zhang Fan also face any danger?

I panicked for a while, and I felt like a fool that I had fallen into this routine again.

I scolded and shouted, "Pit, it's all a fucking pit!" ”

Cross-eyed immediately translated my words, but after he and the white-eyed old man heard it, they also looked confused.

The white-eyed old man asked me what the hell was going on?

I didn't answer him, I didn't know how many tobacco leaves I smoked, and I ended up with a pile of soot scattered under my feet.

I would love to call the iron donkey and question him, and even now I have too many questions in my mind, and he should answer my questions, but in a village where such birds don't, how can there be a signal?

In the end, I also forced my emotions to become very rational and analyzed, what I was going to do next.

One is the treasure, and the other is the issue of peace in this village. Of course, I don't want to fight the three evils, because I don't have that much strength.

I pondered the situation in this village, and I took advantage of the time to ask, "How many people are in this village?" ”

Cross-eyed replied that there were two hundred and ten men at present, but that the village numbered nearly three hundred, if the strong laborers who had been taken away.

I weighed the numbers, and I thought of the Wild Dogs and the Klux Klan. These are two big gangs, if they come forward, it should not be difficult to digest this village, especially now that the 10k Party is facing reform and personnel replenishment, and the male villagers in this village are all good, let the whole village merge with the 10k Klan, and it is not a loss to get the 10k Klan Party bad.

That's how I got an idea. I also told the old man to have a meeting with the people in the village first, and told everyone that I was the new security chief.

The white-eyed old man understood the meaning of my words, and he was very happy at once.

He didn't stay any longer, so he turned and walked out. Dou Dou looked hesitant, but in the end he chose to leave with the white-eyed old man.

I looked at the background of these two people, and after waiting for only me and the unconscious woman to be left in the cellar, I squatted down against a corner, and at this moment, my whole face sank terribly.

I used to think that I lived in a civilized society, in which everyone was more aware of Einstein's laws, but after being imprisoned, especially after being a commutation informant and dealing with the cruel reality, I found that if I wanted to survive, I had to listen to Darwin's words.

Being alive is a process of survival of the fittest......