Chapter 57: The Second "Iron Steamed Bun"

If there are no pursuers behind, just these few animals that can climb trees, I am not particularly worried, I can fight them to the end, anyway, I have "dry food" on it that can be regenerated, and it will not be a problem to support it for three or five days. If any of the three animals below dares to risk their lives and learn to climb up and attack me like the first one, I can use the sharp steel hook on the rope to "help" it halfway through the climb, so as to save it the hard work of climbing and let it experience the pain to the bone marrow.

But that's not the case! I don't know when the enemy will arrive and how many people will come. I'm barely able to deal with these abominable beasts on my own, and if you add in the participation of people who are also intelligent with heat-killing weapons, I'm really out of the woods. Now how I wish I could have a powerful sniper rifle, like the three restless animals below, and in just three seconds, I can reward each with a blazing bullet, and let them re-engage in the cycle of nature with an infinite earthly fascination.

What puzzled me was that the miserable appearance of the animal that had been hit just now not only did not make the other three flinch, but aroused their ferocity even more, and they threatened not to give up until they ate me, and the human monkeys were useless to these animals. Watching them keep spinning around in circles below, I didn't have an idea for a while, if I still use a miniature pistol, I don't know if it will work, unless I hit them in the eye, but this is too difficult, because there is only a red outline in the infrared lens, and I can't tell the specific location. But there's no way to drag it out like this, so I have to take a risk. I picked the larger one and aimed it with a miniature pistol, capturing the movement of its head.

"Smack", a dull sound of gunfire, and I finally fired a more confident shot at the restless beast. The beast immediately let out a furious scream, and slammed its face with one of its front paws, as if trying to rip out the bullet that had burrowed into its muscle. The other two seemed to sense something, suddenly turned around, and ran away as if they were flying. Seeing that the wounded animal could not pick out the pain in his heart, he shook his blood-stained head and chased after the two animals that had left it, and as for whether they would be estranged in their later love lives, that was not my concern.

The attacking activist who was shot eight times by me is now completely motionless, and it seems that at least two or more of the eight bullets have hit its vital point, otherwise it would not have been possible to go to God so quickly with its large size, and at least there would have been a painful process of confessing three or two "last words".

Without further ado, I immediately got out of the tree, and before leaving, I didn't forget to take my bundle of "supper" with me. This place must be uninhabitable now, and perhaps the enemy is already close to me.

I used the bundle of "supper" to protect the front door, and slowly groped my way forward. The screams of the two leopards just now must have startled the other carnivores far away, and it is unlikely that they will appear nearby, so I can use my mind to hurry on the road to prevent being scratched.

I went about 700 meters further, and I felt that I was almost there, and if I went any further, I might be in danger, and the aftermath of the two leopards' screams was so far away. So I found another big tree and climbed it with my bare hands. This time I didn't dare to pull myself up with a hook rope, it was too dark, I was afraid of hooking the smaller branches, and it was a trivial matter to fall myself, and I was afraid of making a noise and causing trouble.

I fumbled around on it for a long time, building a makeshift "little bed" for myself out of forks, branches, and ropes. It was now half past eight o'clock in the evening, and I pulled a few slightly larger fungus and mushrooms on the bundle of "supper" to fill my stomach, and then lay down on the "bed" to rest.

Because of the heavy rain that had just fallen, the forest was very wet, and I was already soaking wet, but there was no other way, and it would be even more humid to lie down in the rotten leaves, and there was a great danger of being suddenly dug up and eaten, and since I had been silently surrounded by the four leopards on the tree, I had given up sleeping under the rotten leaves.

One night, I had a good night's rest, but I didn't dare to sleep too deeply, after all, the previous leopard attack still gave me palpitations. It's just that I'm wet and very uncomfortable, but I'm a relatively easy person to be satisfied, and I can still sleep in this dangerous forest, which can't but be said to be an extra gift from God to me, I should be grateful to Dade, and I shouldn't pick and choose fat and thin.

It was 4:50 a.m., and it would be dawn in half an hour, but in fact, the "breath of dawn" was already coming from outside the large canopy, but the thick fog had delayed its "footsteps". I was still lying on the cot, my eyes squinting, and I used the slight shaking of my body to banish the chill from my body. I took off the bundle of "withered supper", fumbled with my hands, stuffed the slightly larger fungus and mushrooms into my mouth, and enjoyed a delicious breakfast. I'm glad I didn't throw them away last night when I "shifted positions", otherwise I would have been starving for the time being. Although the forest is full of food and the nutritional value is relatively high, it is a certain risk to go down in the early morning to pick, and it is the golden time for fierce beasts to forage! I don't want to touch that moldy head and put myself in danger for the sake of a feast.

The supper on the dead branches was very powerful, and when I groped for it, I was able to eat a little half-full. I carefully tied the bundle of dead branches to the branches with thin vines, and began to plan for the journey after dawn. I plan to "drift" thirty or fifty meters above the tree after dawn so that the trackers will not be traceable, but of course it would be better if there were no pursuers, and I would be able to return the way I came. Then lurk on the side of the road, wait for an opportunity to grab a car or motorcycle, knock him unconscious and throw him into the forest, and destroy his means of communication, and by the time he wakes up and finds a savior, I will have already reached a safe place and returned to normal life.

While I was weaving my dream of escape, suddenly there was a scream of a departed man behind me, followed by a rapid gunshot, mixed with the miserable roar of a leopard. This kind of voice is all too familiar to me, just yesterday, I have been more than once close to the experience, that kind of terrible roar is probably hard to forget in this life. Now that the sound was coming again, and before the dense gunfire, there was only one possibility, and that was the encounter between the pursuers behind me and the leopard. It seems that some of them have already been unfortunately hit by the beast, otherwise they would not have made that terrible scream, and the others were forced to shoot in self-defense, maybe they were killed together with their comrades, at this time life is the first, where can we consider the problem of violence not being exposed!

Now the leopard did me a great favor, indirectly revealing their location, and by the way, I eliminated a strong enemy. I quickly unhooked the hook and carefully slid down the tree, and as for the bundle of "withered supper", which was now successful and ready to return to the embrace of nature, as for the lion's mane mushroom, I still firmly tied it to my body.

Judging by the sound just now, it was about a hundred and fifty meters away from me. Supposedly, I could have taken advantage of their panic to flee for their lives and leave them far behind. But I don't want to run away anymore, I want to get rid of them when the time comes.

I groped forward so carefully, leaving no obvious traces, and they could still find me, and it seemed that there must be a "master" among them. Since they already knew that we were three people, and in addition to Professor Qi, the other two people had very strong individual combat ability, especially super hand-to-hand combat ability, they still dared to boldly chase after us, which fully showed that in addition to receiving a death order, they would definitely have the certainty of cleaning us up in one fell swoop. In this way, I just blindly ran for my life, and sooner or later they would catch up, and since a big tear was inevitable, I would rather kill them by surprise when they were unstable and panicked. I will use my extraordinary courage and wisdom to compete with the elites of country F.

I still have four miniature pistols, eight full magazines, two sharp daggers, two stabs, and a grenade that I have never been willing to use. I'm going to design it out now and try to get rid of them all in one fell swoop.

I used my dagger to cut off a few long sections of sturdy green vines, and connected them together, and found a stone weighing more than 20 kilograms, tied it around my waist, and when I had done this, I used the hook and rope to go back to the big tree just now, tied the stone to the end of the green vine, and slowly hung down to the ground. I quickly got down from the tree, took out the only grenade, carefully pulled out the safety pin, clamped the spring firmly with a soft branch folded in half, and tied a slightly thinner green vine to the hanging green vine, and held it with a stone underneath, so that when the boulder fell, the pressure spring could be bounced off and the grenade exploded. In this way, the second flowering "iron steamed bun" is ready and can become their delicious breakfast, and I hope they will not dislike my "craftsmanship" for being clumsy. I'm secretly glad I didn't use this grenade, and now it's finally coming in handy.

With this done, I very carefully pulled the stone up again, hiding it deep in the canopy. I passed the other end of the vine through under the root of a tree that grew outside, and led it far away to the bottom of another big tree seven or eight meters away, and turned a corner there, and led to another big tree, which I tied to the root. In order not to reveal my position, and at the same time to better confuse the enemy, I cut seven more identical green vines, tied them all to different positions of the main green vine, and led them in different directions, so that when the stone fell, it was as if there were many green snakes crawling rapidly on the ground. Of course, I won't tie it too strongly, so that no blind guy will step on it with his foot, and the stone will be suspended in the air, so that my "trick" will be completely discovered, and I will be very dangerous.

My goal in doing this is to cause them chaos, and I can fire at the same time with two miniature pistols and wipe out the panicked guys in an instant.

I also made five "traces" that seemed to hide people at a position of about 15 meters or so with the big tree as the center, so that the rotten leaves and shrubs there were slightly different from other places, so that they mistakenly thought that there must be "people" hidden inside.

With all of this in order, I took great care to cut some of the branches and stick them on my body to fit in as much as possible with my current environment. Finally I came to the bottom of the big tree with the green vines tied to it, and led the green vines tied with the stones to another dense layer of shrubs, and I hid in the rotten leaves below, in order to prevent them from shooting at all suspicious targets aimlessly, I found two more flat stones and erected them in front of me, leaving a five-centimeter-wide gap in the middle, so that I could observe the situation outside, and in case the situation was in crisis, I could quickly close the gap in the middle to block the flying bullets. In the same way, I also planted the same green vines on the outside of the stone as around me. I picked some more fresh leaves, put them in my mouth and chewed them, and felt that they were almost a paste, and I spit them all on my hands, and used the dagger as a mirror, and painted myself with a silent green makeup. With that done, I lay quietly in the rotting leaves beneath the bush, waiting intently for the arrival of those who had just been attacked by leopards.

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