The sun's last rays were as red as blood, and everywhere it could hit seemed to burn.

The CH-53 large load helicopter took off from the city of Manaus, and inside sat six adult men, some of them neatly dressed and calm, with watches on their wrists and the smell of light perfume that they were worth a lot even without looking at the signs; Some are sloppy, wrinkled, and stinking; Others just wear simple jumpers and jeans, with their arms crossed and don't say a word, and they look like honest plumber mechanics or truck drivers, but even if you close your eyes and pinch your nose, you can feel that they are definitely not easy to mess with; Only one of them looked more playful - the first time he went out hunting with the "Agency" operation team, his eyes glowing with excitement, his slender fingers rubbing between his knees repeatedly, and electric sparks popping out from between his light brown skin from time to time, crackling and jumping high.

"Watch your hand, or I'll chop it off before it causes any trouble." The man next to him finally grew impatient after a small spark jumped on his nose, and he wiped a small but sharp axe with a piece of unknown animal fur as he made a threat, letting its reflection of the cold light scratch the young boy's face—as if to make some kind of strong circumstantial evidence for his words.

"Alright, don't get too nervous, Martin." Another man, who could be said to be in stark contrast to the former, politely said: "Bud just wants you to calm down, you see, your abilities are useful, but they are also dangerous—we're in a helicopter right now, and the slightest electric spark can cause an electrical short-circuit," he said, "There's no superman among us who can lift an airplane, ha. Ha. Ha ......"

No one paid any attention to him except the new one, and the man didn't seem to be upset, and after a quiet moment of solitude, he opened the small suitcase he was carrying.

Neatly arranged in the small black leather box are a variety of sedatives and anesthetics - diazepam (diazepam) used by general patients, pronucaine, lidocaine, ether and chloroform commonly used in surgery, chlorpromazine used by psychopaths, barbiturates and their derivatives, the preferred drugs for animal euthanasia, diazepam, demerol, morphine and hailuoyin. There are also a variety of tools to make these drugs work best – hollow needles, syringes, hypodermic darts, anesthetic guns, and more.

The man skillfully manipulated these distressing little things, pouring them with various drugs, adjusting their bodies to make sure they were on point, and when he was almost done, he began to play with about four or five shiny little darts, which spat in and out of his fingers as swiftly as the tongue of a lizard. He imagined how he would wait silently in the middle of the hunt, sneak, search, and find a desperate and panicked target chased by others, and then how he would move the "prey" away - if he could bring back the living "ghoul" alone, in addition to the bounty set up by the "food" and "food" relatives, he would also get an additional bonus from the agency, and maybe he would be able to live the rest of his life in peace and security after this vote, No more risking your life to deal with these goddamn monsters.

HE DOESN'T THINK THERE'S ANYTHING TERRIBLE ABOUT "GHOUL", YES, HE'S A CANNIBAL, WHICH WAS SENSATIONAL TEN YEARS AGO, BUT NOW, MAYBE YOUR NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR HAS HIS MOTHER-IN-LAW'S NOSE OR EARS IN THE CHRISTMAS PIE, OH OH OH, OH OH, IT'S A SHAME IT'S NOT IN FASHION FOR A LONG TIME...... What's more, he only killed a few...... How many people? The specifics are not clear, anyway, there are no more than two dozen, and if it is placed today, he will not be on the list of "institutions" at all.

What is it called? Get famous early?

He thought of the dead Maria, nicknamed "The Anesthesiologist", who was far inferior to this silly little girl in terms of mixing drugs, he once offered to partner with her, but she refused, she liked the little Queens rascal who had no advantage but a beautiful empty skin, she was still too young, young did not know what a real man was like, and now it was good, not only did she fail to save the little bastard, but she also lost her own life.

Martin stretched out his hand and let the electricity that looked like a little blue snake dissipate, he was a little reluctant, but he also knew that those seniors were right, he had to get rid of this too childish, stupid habit. He listened to the blades of the helicopter rolling in the air, the fuselage trembling in the wind, and the faint light of dusk shining on the faces of the members of the operation team, all of whom looked strong, calm, and omnipotent.

There were many people who were wiping their weapons at this time to kill time or calm their minds - in addition to the axes and darts of the previous era, Martin also saw a short mace, a murder weapon made up of a steel ball with iron nails, a sharp blade, and a two-foot-long handle, and a dagger made of reinforced polycarbonate, the blade of which was protected by a scabbard, which folded over to form its handle, which could not be detected by the airport, and something else shiny, cold, Not having access to so many boys for the time being, it's hard to spot them all at once.

Of course, most of them are guns, and even those who like to use cold weapons have to get a gun in case they need it, which are basically large revolvers or military automatic pistols that use Magnon bullets and are loaded with bullets.

Martin too, he had learned how to use a gun in the institution and had gone hunting, but he was a little scary at the thought of shooting at someone.

"I said," he said, looking slightly uneasily at the man across from him, who was the leader of the operation, "will we need to shoot?" ”

"If you wish," replied the chief, "you may value the lives of others more than your own," he said, "but," he said, glancing at the boy, "I suggest that you apply this rare compassion to your fellow companions, or at least we will say thank you." ”

Martin's face flushed, and he pursed his lips, "I just want to know if we kill someone......"

"I thought you already knew we weren't going to Christmas dinner."

"I just wonder if the police will get us in trouble because of this!"

The leader sighed in his heart, if this little guy wasn't Jack's younger brother, he wouldn't let such a rambling burden join his team, but who let most of the people in the action group have accepted Jack's love, when he hasn't left the action group, his hunch has saved a lot of people's lives!

"I promise," he grimaced, "they'll be glad to hear that yet another scum has been purged out of this already bad enough world." Jack didn't tell you that the 'Agency' has a connection with the above, and as long as we don't make a mess of it, the above will naturally use national security as an excuse to get the local law enforcement agencies to stop investigating the matter. Even if one or two stubborn guys were determined to get to the bottom of it, he would only get a handful of evidence in our favor, including alibi and whatever. ”

"But," he paused slightly, "you have to remember that we are going to hunt down the prey, not to be the prey!" ”

Martin twitched his lips, he clearly didn't understand the double warning, but it was nothing, it wasn't meant for him.

For a while, there was silence in the cabin, and no one spoke.

"How far are we from Ariau?"

The leader stared at the red light coming through the window, which should have been fainter and weaker as time went on, but in fact, it was getting brighter and brighter as the helicopter moved at full speed.

He stood up, stepped into the cockpit, and leaned against the cabin door to look down.

What he saw made his eyes widen.

"Oh God." He shouted as he gasped.

The whole of Ariawu is burning.

***

No one knows how the fire burns.

The 268 treetop rooms, suites and treehouses 10-20 meters above the rainforest floor, as well as the 8-kilometre-long trestle that connects them, are all made of wood, but no one ever expected to encounter a major fire here – the whole of Ariaú is almost surrounded by the Amazon River, which is semi-flooded during the rainy season, and even in the dry season, the Amazon River never flows, and the trees that grow along the river often have deep roots and draw water from the soil a few meters below. So they don't wither and die in the dry season like other trees, but become more moisturized and lush because of the abundant sunlight, plus parasitic and epiphytes that cover the sky and the sun, it is never possible to predict the amount and time of heavy rain, the humidity in the rainforest is amazing, the droplets of water that gradually accumulate on the leaves are like ripe fruits, and many times, you want to smoke a cigarette but you find that you can't strike a match at all.

Flames rose from the base of the tower, and the water, less than a foot away, did not hinder its budding and growth in the slightest, and it soared like a vine after a rain, lengthening and thickening, extending its tentacles, burrowing in and out of the cracked windows and walls.

Ariau has a complete alarm and fire protection system, but unfortunately, these elaborate fire extinguishing systems and devices can only deal with the occasional small accident caused by a dropped cigarette butt or a bonfire that has never been extinguished, and the smoke that suddenly bursts out, falls, or whirls into the room, and the smoke that seeps through the gap between the floor and the door, like a thick gray carpet, does not do much to cover the entire floor in an instant. Thankfully, they didn't spread so quickly across the plane, and people were able to panic out of the green shelter that was no longer reliable, each hoping for a little help, only to find that the other towers were surrounded in flames and smoke like the boardwalks.

Some of the wiser ones found that the whirring flames and clouds of grey smoke were perhaps not the most dangerous of things—the worst of them was the most desperate—and that each of the rooms in Ariau was about eight metres above the ground to escape the rising waters of the rainy season and to guard against the beasts of the woods, supported by neither steel nor concrete. In order to demonstrate the concept of living in harmony with nature and protecting the ecology, their builders cleverly supported these barrel-shaped houses with wooden structures in the forest in a way that was adapted to local conditions and local materials.

Now the huge circular guest rooms creaked in a shroud of smoke.

(To be continued)

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