Tchaikov shook the bottle, the fatigue of the past two days had made his vodka consumption a little beyond expectations, he had to save some drink, Tchaikov thought about it, took another sip and stuffed the vodka into the ammunition bag, put the hat on his face, closed his eyes and recuperated, and let the work of monitoring be done by others.

After going to the island, Tchaikov has been carefully avoiding the discovery of the expedition, and there are even more terrible cannibals, on this island, cannibals are kings, once Tchaikov also looked down on these backward barbarian primitives who did not even enter the Bronze Age, but he was wrong, these backward barbarian primitives knew every inch of the island well! Three years ago, Tchaikov's expedition fell apart before the relentless onslaught of the cannibals, and none of them were spared!

So this time Tchaikov was very careful! That damn Sharjah Jean had almost been persuaded by Tchaikov two months ago to sell that precious information to himself, but he didn't expect Dick to fool this local tyrant to the island without knowing what method he used.

The cannibals were aware of the expedition. For cannibals, Tchaikov thought that he would know more about the cannibals than Mr. Min and Sharjah Jean, and for a while Tchaikov was very worried about this expedition, but he didn't expect them to turn evil several times, but now it seems that they are getting farther and farther away from where they should go......

"It must not be delayed tonight!" Tchaikov was secretly thinking in his heart - their team had separated, the professional team they relied on to survive was now working in the woods, and at night, Tchaikov could unknowingly touch the side of Sharjah Jean and Mr. Min and take the map away!

"Tchaikov, they're studying the corpse......" The scout in front couldn't hold his breath, and Kerry had been circling around the corpse for hours.

"It's a headache......" Tchaikov heard the scout's complaints, and cursed in his heart.

The route of this expedition was indeed a bit strange, according to Tchaikov's prediction, they should go straight to the location of the treasure after going to the island, but now they have made a big circle around the island, which makes Tchaikov very depressed - by this time the cannibals have already discovered the outsiders, and the longer it drags on, the more dangerous it becomes!

Now it seems that someone wants to leave the island, but Mr. Min and Crussell don't seem to be dead yet, but who can guarantee that they will not change their minds in the next moment?

Tchaikov had to find a way to get Sharjah to stay, but from what he knew, this shrewd merchant was very precious for his life, and if he changed his mind, it would not be so easy to get his information.

"Tchaikov, a cannibal funeral party has come up." Another scout reported.

"Huh?! Funeral party?! Tchaikov's eyes lit up, "How many?" ”

"Twenty or thirty people...... There are no weapons, and the clothes are quite gorgeous...... GOD, I feel like I've traveled back in time to the Stone Age! ”

"Did you find anyone else?" Tchaikov thought in his heart, maybe these mourners could speed up the pace of Sharjah's search for treasure!

"No ...... found yet"

"Hmm...... I'll think about it......" Tchaikov whispered.

Kerry completely ignored the displeasure of Crussell and Sharjahjean, and was engrossed in fighting with his Nobel Prize, and Mr. Min was also a little helpless, he tapped his watch: "Time! Kerry! Time! ”

"What we have is time, according to my calculations, they won't be here for at least a month or two after the sacrifice......"

Anxious people had no idea that someone was lurking in front of them, and Tchaikov looked at the arguing Kerry and the others from behind a tree, he did not intend to let their quarrel stop, on the contrary, it would attract their attention to each other and create some conditions for themselves.

Although Tchaikov didn't want to provoke the cannibals, it might be the best choice to use the cannibals to keep these people now, at this time the cannibals had already finished their sacrifices, and it was enough to attract a little attention from them.

These cannibals are not numerous, and the main thing is that they have no weapons, and it will take a little time for other cannibals to arrive here, as long as they cause a little chaos and let them meet with the cannibals, Tchaikov is sure to "kidnap" Sharjah!

Tchaikov quietly laid down a trap, and by this time the quarrel of several people also stopped, and Kerry won another game and continued to study his Nobel with concentration.

Sherpa didn't know why, inexplicably a little irritable, Wang Xingguo and the others had a posture of being at ease, Chen Badai found a flat place, and the people who were already asleep on their backs were already asleep, and the saliva at the corners of their mouths flowed all over the ground.

"Wang Xingguo, I think something is wrong." Sherpa couldn't help but speak.

"This team is not right in the first place." Wang Xingguo shrugged.

"No, I think Crussell and Sharjah made a sudden turn, not by accident, but deliberately, as if they knew there was a cemetery there."

"You mean, they have something to hide from us?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Chen Badai was woken up by them, turned over and said, "Mr. Xia, where is the money so easy to make?" ”

"Anyway, tonight we will execute as planned and force them to leave the island!" Xia Ruobing said fiercely.

"Team Leader Xia, I like you like this, bold, like a gentleman!" Chen Badai raised his thumb.

"Shut up!" Xia Ruobing was also in an irritable mood, and Chen Badai's compliments sounded even more irritable.

Chen Badai's raised thumb froze in mid-air, with an embarrassed smile on his face, Xia Ruobing ignored him after scolding him, Chen Badai turned his head to look at the Sherpa .

"Wang Xingguo, since the cannibals are so familiar with the terrain and have been following us, why are they so quiet at this time?" Sherpa asked again.

"Mr. Xia, at this time, they are still waiting in that canyon for us to throw ourselves into the net." Chen Badai said indifferently, no matter what, he has evolved more advanced than those primitive people, and in terms of intelligence, Chen Badai feels that he still has a crushing advantage.

"I don't think it's that simple, there's always something wrong, but I can't say it." Sherpa was still worried.

"Okay, let's steal the satellite phone tonight, and everything will be settled." Chen Badai comforted.

Tchaikov set up the mechanism, and the quarrel between Kerry and the others was over, and it seemed that they wanted to leave.

Kerry picked up the girl with the cloth, holding it in both hands, and the cloth loops around his shoulders so that it could be held more tightly, and Crossell and Sharjah Jean did not want to wait for him, he looked at the stone carvings that had not had time to record, and finally reason prevailed over his impulse, and chased after him.

Tchaikov sneered and beckoned to the lurking team members, who handed him a flask with vodka.

"Damn, it's not this!" Tchaikov was somewhat speechless.

Only then did the team react, slowly stuffing the flask into the ammo bag and pulling out a remote control.

"Whew...... Boom ......"

Kerry and the others, who had just walked a short distance, heard an unusual sound not far behind them, and Mr. Min turned his head suspiciously, and he saw a puff of smoke coming from behind a tree in the cemetery, and then saw the light of the fire......

Kerry is inexplicable, everything was fine there just now, how could it suddenly catch fire?

"Let's go! Whatever! Crussell urged, there are more important things to do, this cemetery has nothing to do with him!

"This ...... But the artifacts ......," Kerry muttered, but it seemed that the artifacts didn't have much to do with him at this time.

“GOD！ Do you want to move all those corpses to your room! Crossell yelled impatiently and gave Kerry a hard push, finally dispelling the unrealistic fantasies in Kerry's head.

Sharjah has let him manage so much, and he has gone far away from himself. Kerry looked at the smoking woods, then at Sharjah Jean, holding his "Nobel" and trotting all the way to follow.

But the smoke from the woods caught their attention not only but also the cannibals who had just left, and they hurried back to see smoke rising from the important place of sacrifice......

Tchaikov's plan was that when the cannibals turned back, they would have to run back in a panic, and after returning to the woods, taking advantage of the chaos Tchaikov to take down Sharjah Jean and Mr. Min in one fell swoop, and the rest of the people would either be killed by the cannibals, or it would be too late for them to wake up.

The cannibals hurried back, and the people here were in a hurry to leave, and seeing that they were about to collide head-on at a corner, Tchaikov grinned in the corners of his mouth as he watched through the binoculars as the two groups of centaurs would soon meet as he expected.

“OHSHIT！” Tchaikov's smile froze on his face, and a few fast-legged cannibals didn't rush over by the original route, but took a shortcut, and now they had run behind Mr. Min and Krussell......

"Tchaikov, I think you've done something stupid!" One of the team members muttered.

Tchaikov felt that this team member was right, and his plan was simply stinking like shit! He originally wanted to take advantage of the small number of cannibals, so he could have a quick battle and snatch Sharjah's information, maybe he could pry something out of his mouth, but the cannibals did not play according to the card, so his hopes were in vain!

Tchaikov didn't want to entangle with the cannibals, and he didn't want to be discovered by the expedition, they were bait at this time, but the bait couldn't be swallowed by the cannibals!

"At least...... They remained on the island...... "Tchaikov put down his binoculars and comforted himself.

Kerry and the others in the distance were unexpectedly panicked and confused, and Sharjah asked him to run away, but the direction of running was getting farther and farther away from Tchaikov, and there was no prey in the ambush set up, so Tchaikov could only helplessly make a gesture to continue tracking and revoke the ambush order......

Wang Xingguo was closing his eyes to recuperate, but he seemed to hear something, a noise penetrated through the jungle and penetrated into his ears, he opened his eyes, listened intently, and quickly woke up the others: "Wake up, it seems that something is wrong!" ”

"What's going on?" Chen Badai opened his sleepy eyes, and there was still no change around him.

"There is a voice...... In that direction! Wang Xingguo said.

Saying this, everyone pricked up their ears, as if they really heard some sounds, and there was vaguely "Annasum ......"

"Cannibals?!" Chen Badai jumped up suddenly.

"Aren't the cannibals waiting for us there in the canyon?" Sherpas were also surprised.

"Mr. Xia, it's not your crow's mouth that has attracted the cannibals!" Chen Badai complained, hurriedly packing up his things and preparing to run away.

"Crussell: they're in trouble! We have to save them! Wang Xingguo stood up.

"Wang Xingguo, think about it clearly, we are sheep in the mouth of a tiger!" Chen Badai shouted.

"Do we have to have a work ethic?" Wang Xingguo ignored Chen Badai and looked at Xia Ruobing and said.

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