The Boer boy looked at each other, suspecting that there was something wrong with his ears just now.

The kidnapped guy is asking them to borrow money?

Either they had problems with their own ears, or the kidnapped guy was scared and insane.

In general, the latter is more likely.

"I'm here to make him sober up and have a good understanding of what the situation is now."

A young man geared up with a warm smile on his face.

He wanted to show the foreigner what the warm hospitality of the Rainbow Nation was, such as beating his yellow skin darker than the blacks.

“chu！” Mimicking the tone of the hand-to-hand combat master in the movie, he kicked the black Tibetan in the stomach.

If this kick is solid, not to mention serious injuries and bleeding, ordinary people will definitely curl up in pain.

But the Boer youth's feet had barely touched the belly of the Tibetan man before he stopped, not only on his legs, but also on his face with a painful expression.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that his companion's situation was wrong, the young man on the side looked over with concern.

No matter how many unreasonable things they do, these guys still retain at least human instincts in some ways, such as sociality.

But he just patted his companion on the shoulder, and things suddenly turned weird.

This tall man of nearly 1.9 meters, the number one fighter in the small group, and his companion, who had won several battles with other small groups, actually collapsed on the seat with a pop.

"Hey! Why did he faint, what ...... about him?"

The black Tibetan had a bag over his head, and his voice was a little strange: "No need to try, I guarantee as my doctor that he is dead." ”

Originally, the attention of several people was already focused on the fallen companion, but when they heard the words of the black Tibetan, they turned their heads again.

Can you know that a person is dead even if you are hooded?

I'm afraid this is not a doctor, it's a witch doctor of a primitive tribe.

"Believe me, I'm a professional because I killed him."

The hemp rope on the hands and feet of the black Tibetan people was suddenly untied, which was done by the black insects who were dutiful, not to mention the small hemp rope, even the embankment could be bitten off bit by bit.

He took the bag off his head and straightened the crooked glasses.

In front of them were several white youths, who had been separated for hundreds of years, but had not changed much from their old relatives in Europa.

Jian Hei slammed his mouth: "You don't look like black people at all, can it be said that if you stay on the African continent for a long time, even the race will change." ”

A few people don't quite understand the humor of the black style, or the current situation does not allow them to think about the humor.

This person has so much strength that he can break the hemp rope, even a strong man can't do it in reality - this is a normal first reaction.

How could there be such a strong force in a thin body, it was definitely not normal-thinking about this layer, and the eyes that looked at the black Tibetan people with a little cleverness were not right.

"I'll just say it's not right, I'll say it's not right! And sure enough, it was! One of the thinnest, and even somewhat malnourished, blonde youths shouted that if it weren't for the fact that the roof of the van was too short to stand up straight, he would have jumped up.

"He is extraordinary, an Oriental with mysterious powers!" He felt that he should become a detective, but the detective was now in a life-and-death crisis.

The black Tibetan glanced at the blonde young man, the voice was familiar to him, and he was the only one who stood up and said a word or two when he was covered with a bag.

And the cleverness of this head rotation reminded him of his assistant when he was in Sendai, but unfortunately after he entered the base, the assistant didn't know where he was sent, and he was counting on letting his assistant follow him to enjoy his happiness.

But it's a good thing that you didn't go, otherwise you would be slapped to death by the traitorous monk.

"The answer is correct, but there is no reward."

The Tibetan patted him on the shoulder, snapping his fingers with his right hand.

Several of the kidnappers in the back row fell to the ground, and only one person in the front row who was still driving survived

The young man driving the car didn't understand what was going on, and he couldn't help but look back: "What's wrong, what's going on?!" ”

As soon as I looked back, the picture was completely frozen.

…………

"Hmph~"

The black Tibetans walked ahead, humming a hometown tune, which was a bit bleak in the evening.

Not to mention that it's hot time in the Southern Hemisphere, and he's still wearing an anachronistic trench coat.

The blonde Van der Vaart followed the black Tibetan man step by step, like a small retinue following the big man in modern times, and he looked thin and cowering, but he did have the misery of a small role in the future.

It's horrible, it's horrible.

Thinking of the terrifying picture just now, Van der Vaart was covered in a cold sweat, and easily killed the whole car, without much effort, he never thought that killing someone was such a simple thing, and in this East Asian understatement expression, it could be seen that this was the first time he had killed someone.

Maybe killing people is just a long and boring thing for this East Asian.

And under the manipulation of a bunch of bugs, the van accelerated throttle and rushed into the desolate lake.

The lake is only visited by the occasional fisherman, and it doesn't sell much good.

Mysterious Jack.

Jack.

Of course, Van der Vaart didn't believe that an East Asian's native name would be Jack, but Jack let himself call him that, what could he do but nod his head in response.

Van der Vaart was glad that he had relented at first, otherwise he would have gone to hell like a few of his companions.

Since there are angels in the world, there should be demons and hell.

"Haven't arrived at your house yet?" The black Tibetan walked happily, he was wearing a black windbreaker, and he was killing cleanly and neatly, as chic as he was.

"It's time to arrive, and it's in front of you." Van der Vaart's chick nodded like a peck, and his shoulders shook up and down.

It is said to be a home, but it is actually a broken car selling ice cream, a house built with masonry shantytowns and containers, and even the wheels of the broken car have disappeared, and the wind and sun are scarred, rusty and yellow.

"It's not bad, it's very cinematic."

"Cinematic ......" Van der Vaart laughed self-deprecatingly, but he still didn't say what he was complaining about.

The cinematic sense in your eyes is the daily life I experience every day, and if anyone envy this movie, let him replace his role.

"Excuse me." The black Tibetan patted off his clothes, making sure that he looked like a good person now.

"I forgot to ask, what should I call if I see your father and mother at the moment?"

"They're long gone."

"Oh, life and death, I saw this kind of thing a lot when I was a doctor, and it would be good if you got used to it more in the future."

………………

South Africa is renamed 'Rainbow Nation' in the book.