Indonesia, Borneo, Phran Province.

It is full of primeval forests, and as far as the eye can see, the land is green, and the only thing you can see is rivers and tree-covered mountains. Therefore, it is in a humid and muggy environment all year round, and it is often either dense fog or heavy rain.

Today was no exception, the sky seemed to leak a hole, and the rain was falling endlessly.

In the rain, a voice came from afar.

"There is a captain named Jin Song, I heard that he is willing to take anyone upstream, as long as the price is ......"

After a while, the group put on raincoats, crossed the road in the rain and ran to the opposite side.

Mitch, a bald black man, wears a black raincoat and is covered in droplets of water.

He looked at the tattered red door in front of him, as if it was in the eighties and nineties of the last century: "Are you sure it's here?" ”

Mitch asked about Shan, whose full name was Sam, who was completely hidden in a raincoat next to her. Rogers, she's in charge of the company's bookings.

Shan lifted the hood of her raincoat, looked at the dilapidated gate very uncertainly, looked around, and did not find a second place that met the criteria, and then replied loudly: "They said it was the red gate!" ”

"Someone in there must be playing Russian roulette!" The bald black man Mitch looked embarrassed.

In the group, Gail, a thin black woman, couldn't help but start taunting the bald Mitch: "Maybe when you play, we'll be lucky." ”

The implication is that he will definitely be unlucky.

The atmosphere was awkward.

Another tall man next to him relieved himself: "You two open the room, let's go, let's go in!" ”

The red gate was pushed open, and a group of people swarmed in.

Inside, however, is a lively bar.

It seems that there is everything, a middle-aged Indonesian native who is so thin that she is out of shape, a plump female branch girl in lace clothes, an underworld boss with a cigarette butt in her mouth, and a professional broker with wandering eyes......

The interior decoration is even more varied.

The tablet of the oriental god, the exquisite women's flower umbrella that is opened, the small four-person mahjong table, the dating couple, the demons dance wildly, and the mess is completely indistinguishable from people.

The bald black Mitch struggles to separate the crowd and finds the bartender at the bar, looks at his clothes, and may also be working part-time as a waiter.

"Tight, Sun!" Mitch leaned into the ear of the bartender in the white shirt and shouted out a completely distorted name.

The bartender looked at the group of people who were completely out of place in the bar, raised his scarred right hand, and pointed to the inside of the bar.

Knowing where the target was, Mitch immediately instructed his companion who was still standing by the door, and the group walked through the gap in the crowd into the depths of the bar.

Dr. Jack Bairon, who was tall and slender, had already walked to the innermost level, and a group of people were blocking his way, but he saw a long-haired young man holding a bottle of wine and drinking with Erlang's legs crossed.

"Tight Song?"

The crowd immediately parted, revealing the man in the blue vest who was tense and his muscles were exposed.

The man put down the bottle and looked at them, without speaking, his eyes asking "What are you doing?" ”

The group walked over, and Jack greeted him in Indonesian vernacular, then took out a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it and continued to read it to the man in vernacular.

The long-haired man grinned so much that his eyes and eyebrows were gone: "Your Indonesian is so bad!" Let's speak English. ”

"I heard you can take us upstream?"

"In the rainy season?"

Jack nodded slightly.

The long-haired man lowered his head, silently calculated, and then looked up at them: "That's not cheap!" ”

"We'll pay you twenty-five thousand dollars!"

The long-haired man stopped pouring wine from the wine glass in his hand, raised his head, looked at him, and his expression became serious: "I'll go talk to the captain." ”

"You're not a captain?"

The long-haired man ignored him, grabbed the wine bottle, turned around and walked into the box, and shouted in a loud voice: "Jin Song!" ”

The two men sitting at the red wine table turned their heads at the same time.

A handsome middle-aged white man wearing a black hat and his skin looked swarthy in the light, with a body of muscles, he looked powerful, but he was not young, thirty or forty years old.

Sitting opposite him was a young man in a casual shirt and khaki trousers, who looked no more than twenty-four or five years old, with an extremely extraordinary momentum, a faint blood-colored aura shrouded in his body, and between the opening and closing of his eyes, the light of the morning star revealed from the deep eyes.

The handsome middle-aged white man raised his glass and touched it with the young man opposite, then turned his head.

The long-haired man walked to the table, and the orange light illuminated the place faintly, and turned to the handsome middle-aged white man: "These tourists are looking for a boat, and I said that it is not possible in the rainy season." ”

With that, he put down his glass and sat down on the edge of the table.

Gail, a thin black woman, stepped forward: "You are Jin Song?" ”

"The nickname given by the locals, my name is Johnson, Bill Johnson, and the Indonesians don't pronounce it well." Captain Jin Song put down his wine glass and looked up at the thin black woman Gail, "You can rent my boat for twenty-five thousand, but if you want me to drive it, you have to increase it to fifty thousand." ”

As he spoke, Bill Johnson turned his head to look at the young man opposite, "And you have to ask for the consent of my boss." ”

He still has a boss?

And the young man next to him?

The people they contacted told them in the email that the situation was a little different.

The bald black man Mitch, the pointy head Jack, the thin black woman Gail, and the blonde woman Shan, all eyes turned to the young boss who sat quietly and did not make a sound.

The young man stood up with a wine glass, but it was the face of an oriental yellow race.

"Long wait, all of you at Byron Mitch Biotech, and Ms. Gail Steele, the head of Weihe Ventures. I'm Pete Liu, just call me Pete. ”

The black thin woman Gail's pupils instantly contracted violently, and her tone became cold: "You follow and investigate us?" ”

The black bald head Mitch in the back, the pointed head Dr. Jack Bairon, their faces also changed instantly, and no one wanted to be followed, especially this kind of commercial espionage-style tracking investigation that touched their privacy.

Thinking that they were followed all the way and what they did was clearly known, I was extremely disgusted in my heart.

Pete, a young oriental man, chuckled under his breath.

"Of course not, your company," he said, turning his head to Dr. Jack Byron and the bald black man Mitch, "—the financial situation is critical, and the two founders must know the danger of the financial situation, and your emails looking for investments are known to the whole planet, and I am certainly no exception. ”

"Moreover, the little secret here is not only known to you, a few years ago, an expedition team entered the dense forest and encountered the largest mutant python in history, and only one man and one woman survived.

Pete, the young man, said with a smile as he watched as their faces became worse and stiffer.