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That's my bottom line. I can tolerate the fat man deposing the Hakka, and I can't accept shooting at him until I know the truth of the matter, until I am sure that the Hakka people are our enemies. In fact, as far as I am concerned, as long as they do not threaten our lives, I will not choose to shoot at the Hakka people. I know that the fat man's bottom line is much lower than mine, and at this time, I must act according to my bottom line.

"He'll leak your tracks. If there are people in the village who have ulterior motives for you, we will be in big trouble on the way back. The fat man said in a hurry.

"They have people with hearing abnormalities, and my trail is no secret at all. Besides, you're worried about someone robbing you with your backpack of arms? ”

"Like you said, the people who calculate you are most likely Vietnamese, and they will come empty-handed? Don't take things too simply, and don't be overly optimistic, I haven't seen this kid for two days, and he missed as soon as you came today. Do you think it's a coincidence? ”

"What's that? Does he want me to catch it? ”

The fat man frowned. "I can't tell. But his sudden appearance in our sight is a miracle, yesterday I took him around the mountain, and I didn't see his shadow, and today I just went up the mountain to see him, you explain to me what is going on. ”

"You haven't seen anyone, how can you be sure that someone is following you, it's your suspicion."

"Don't insult my judgment. It can be said that there is a little element of the sixth sense in it. But I don't feel it all by feeling, I certainly remember what traces I left on the road I walked, and if I walk again from the road I have walked and see other traces, there must be a problem.

Yesterday I saw that someone was following me, but the Vietnamese also saw it, but I don't know why, this kid pretended to be fine. I was worried that it would be the Vietnamese gang if they left some code on the road. I couldn't have recognized. I didn't expect that it was not the Vietnamese who followed me, but the Hakka people. ”

"You won." The fat man gestured to the Hakka people who disappeared into the dense forest on the hillside. "But we have to hurry up, this Hakka family runs away, something will definitely happen, and it is definitely not what we want to see. We need to see Tang Yumo before they react and get the information we want from her. ”

With that, the fat man began to take rope and climbing tools out of his backpack.

I told the fat man that I borrowed the flying tiger claws from the Laotians, and the fat man couldn't use this thing. But he knew about it, and he had seen others use it when he was a mercenary in Southeast Asia. Knowing this thing is easy to use.

But I didn't take out the flying tiger claws, I was thinking about what the Hakka people said before they ran away: they are coming.

Of course, the biggest possibility of this sentence should be to attract the attention of me and the fat man, and create a chance for him to escape. Apparently, that's what the fat man thinks. He didn't even react and be wary of the words.

I'm different, Ah San reminded me that there are strange sounds on the mountain, and combined with the abnormal behavior of the Hakka people today, I have to be nervous.

My breathing was still loud. The whistling wind was weakened in my ears, let alone anything else. I took a deep breath and held my breath, the bellows of breathing was gone, and the sound of my heartbeat was revealed, mingling with the wind. But in the midst of such a noisy sound, there was a different sound that was not muffled, and faintly came into my ears.

"Give me the Flying Tiger's Claws. What are you in a daze? ”

Suddenly, the fat man's voice disrupted all the sounds.

I was so angry that I almost didn't kick him to death, if I could beat him. But I immediately made a silencing gesture and pointed to my ear for him to listen carefully.

"Don't pretend to be a ghost there, okay, I was here yesterday, and there is not a single ghost. What sound do you want to hear, the Vietnamese don't hear anything, you hear better than him? There was no sound here except the wind. ”

I yelled angrily, "Can you stop for a moment?" Hold your breath and listen carefully, the sound of the wind is mixed with a sharp sound, especially too evil, like the sound of two gongs rubbing out. How can there be a sound of metal rubbing here. ”

The fat man got nervous, and of course he knew I wasn't going to joke about it. However, the fat man's reaction was different from mine, he didn't hold his breath right away, and his breathing was still loud. In other words, he didn't listen to the voice with his ears, but kept turning his body and head, his eyes wide and round, looking around.

It seems that he trusts the eyes more, or the danger in the line of sight is more intuitive and urgent.

I don't pay any attention to him, as long as he doesn't disturb me, and I'm going to determine what this shrill voice is all about in the shortest possible time, or at least in the direction of it. The Hakka people's behavior is so abnormal, I would rather he threw the smoke bomb to get out, if not, then we will definitely face great danger.

Without the fat man bothering, I immediately listened intently, and soon that long sharp sound appeared in my ears. I carefully discern the direction of the sound and what it is.

"Grass. Damn it. ”

Suddenly, the fat man cursed loudly.

I turned my head to see that the fat man had already picked up his backpack, and all the things he had just taken out of the backpack had been stuffed back into the backpack. It's the rhythm of running.

I was so anxious that I shouted, "What's going on? ”

"See for yourself." The fat man slung the M16 cross-body over his shoulder and gestured to me with his eyes in a direction. "Don't point your finger at it, don't provoke it."

The direction the fat man indicated was above me, the top of the wall-like hill that towered in front of me.

I tilted my neck back nearly 90 degrees to see the top of the wall. There, under the direct rays of the westerly sun, it was dazzling. There was a little bit of red peeking out of the bare roof, an unusually striking red, like fresh blood.

"What's that?" I asked the fat man eagerly.

He was so nervous and ready to run away so quickly, which showed that he knew what the red on the top of the Gu was. I couldn't make out what it was, but the blood-red color made me nervous, and the color in nature represented a warning.

"Damn. What a look at you. Can't you see such a big mandrill? Want a telescope or not? ”

When I heard this, my legs went limp. No wonder the fat man was about to run away when he saw this thing, I didn't see it clearly, if I had recognized it at first sight, maybe the girl would have run down the hill.

Mandrills are social species, and an adult male mandrill can fight leopards, and if this is their territory, they will attack me and the fat man at any time. No wonder the Hakka people ran away like a ghost, it seems that he knows whose territory it is.

After being reminded by the fat man, I finally saw the bright and ugly face of Guding clearly. Its striking blood-red color is its nose, its white wrinkled face on either side, and its eyes sunken in brown fur look at us expressionlessly. (To be continued......)