Outside a village on the banks of the Nile in Victoria.

At this time, the villagers are flocking to the boy who came here at some point, or more precisely, to the boy with bags of things bought from the supermarket.

The crowd came and went as fast as it came. In the blink of an eye, the things the boy had brought were snatched up, and only a few people were still around the boy.

One of the villagers, speaking in native Ugandan Kiswahili, said to the boy with a worried look: "You shouldn't have come back." ”

"If you hadn't helped my mother and me escape, I would have died a long time ago, and now I should come back to visit you. ”

Another person asked, "You mother and son, are you okay in the capital?"

"It's okay, otherwise how would I have time to come back to see you?" said the boy heartily.

"That's right. They laughed.

There was a lively conversation, and some people were busy with their work on the way, and the rest of them walked with the boy to the river. They tacitly did not return to the village.

At this time, they sat in the shade of a tree on the bank of the river. Someone had already opened a bag of snacks and chatted with the boy while eating. When it comes to excitement, it's a burst of laughter.

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from the distance, it was a villager who had just left in the middle of the conversation, and he was running towards everyone.

"Run! The witch doctor is here with the village strong!"

As soon as the words fell, two strong men with hemp ropes wrapped all over their bodies suddenly burst out of the water and forced towards the boy. The group hurriedly got up and pulled the boy backwards, but they had only taken a few steps before they were forced to stop where they were. In the woods behind him, more than a dozen strong men had already walked out, armed with knives and axes and farm tools, surrounding several of them.

"Boy, come here. Innocent people don't have to die, others can be saved. ”

In the distance, the villagers who came to ventilate the news stood in place with uncertain expressions. An old man with a wrinkled face and a strange costume passed over to him, calling out to the boy. In the face of the strong man who was pressing step by step, the villagers around the boy protected him tightly in the middle.

"Don't even think about it!" one of them shouted.

Suddenly, a strong man in front of this man rushed forward, and with a single slash he cut a hole in his outstretched arm, and quickly jumped away with a cruel smile before the others could fight back. The wounded fell to their knees with a cry of pain, blood spilled on the ground.

The boy's eyes widened: "You guys go!"

"But ......"

As soon as the other villager spoke, the boy had already stepped out of their protective area and walked towards the old man. The villagers were stunned, and when they wanted to chase after them, they were stopped by the strong men caught in the middle. For a while, the astonishment turned into frustration.

"Little ghost, your mother stood with us back then! Do you want her to be ashamed of herself underground!"

One of the villagers spat wildly at a bald man he knew in front of him.

"Don't you want to be rich, let the witch doctor sacrifice him, this is the only boy in the village, God let him come back to let wealth come to our village. ”

"Phew! Only a fool would believe in such bad habits!"

"My mother is not stupid, so she was poor and had no money to buy medicine, and she ended up dying of illness. Actually, I don't believe in all of it. But, poor, we're fed up! So, I've got to try!"

"Shhh

He was not the only one who scolded, and the villagers were blocked by the strong men, and they could only scold two sentences to vent their anger.

At this time, the boy who walked towards the witch doctor turned his eyes on the villagers behind the witch doctor and was about to swing his fist. The boy shook his head slightly, and spoke as the villager stopped his fist and looked at him with a look of dismay.

"Whatever I becomes, you have to remember that it's still me. ”

The villagers are stupid, and so are the witch doctors. Right in front of them, the boy had just finished speaking, and he transformed into a full-grown male lion.

"Whew!"

The furious roar startled the villagers and strong men behind them, and they all looked over. At the sight of the male lion, everyone immediately panicked.

However, the villagers in front of the male lion were weak all over their bodies and were already too frightened to walk. What's more, the witch doctor had already fallen straight at the feet of the villagers at the moment when the roar sounded, and his pupils lost focus in his wide eyes, obviously scared to death.

Under the gaze of the villager, the male lion took one last look back and then disappeared into the jungle in the distance. Only then did he recover and gasp desperately. At the same time, a group of strong men also rushed over, regrouped together, and gathered around the dead witch doctor.

The bald man looked at the corpse of the witch doctor and grabbed the villager by the collar: "Tell me, where did the lion come from, and what about the little boy?"

The villager suddenly remembered what the little boy had just said to him, and in an instant, his thoughts were full of thoughts.

"He was taken away by a lion. ”

"He's lying!" another voice suddenly rang out from the crowd, "I was facing the witch doctor just now, and I saw the little boy turn into a lion with my own eyes. ”

"How dare you lie to me!"

The bald man's eyes widened in anger and he punched the villager to the ground, obviously preferring to believe the latter's almost nonsense arguments for the sake of greed in his heart.

"Let's chase!" he shouted.

"But the witch doctor is dead, and besides, it's a lion. ”

The bald man sneered: "Can't lions be used to make money? Moreover, there are so many of us, and we are still afraid of a lion? We have lost the opportunity to make a fortune, so we must borrow it to make some money back! If it is possible, when the lion turns back into a little boy, we can also find a witch doctor from another village." ”

Every time he said a word, the crowd's gasps became heavier, until at last their faces were full of ferocity.

Seeing that the fire was coming, the bald man smiled and said, "Follow me!"

......

"Okay?"

Standing in front of a bison carcass, the man in the suit posed with a proud expression.

"That's it!"

There was a click, and the bodyguard stepped forward and handed the camera in his hand to the man in the suit.

"Well, good shot. It is always said that human beings stand at the top of the food chain, and it is only today that I have such an intuitive feeling. However, if it is a lion, it is more symbolic. ”

"Isn't there still a few days, if it's too late today, tomorrow. Call that little ghost tomorrow and find it for us. Hey, just use his dog's nose. ”

"Hahahaha. ”

The other bodyguard laughed, and the man in the suit also smiled: "This is the first time I've found out, and you have a good sense of humor." ”

"Hehe, boss, if you cut off this bull's head and bring it back as a trophy, it's much more exciting than a photo or something. ”

"Good idea. ”

Seeing the man in the suit nodding, the two bodyguards began to search for knives in the suitcase brought by the boy. Suddenly, there was a shout in the distance, and the two bodyguards stopped what they were doing, and together with the man in the suit, they followed the prestige.

There, a group of sturdy villagers, speaking in a language they did not understand, and holding all kinds of farm tools, were rushing towards them. In front of these villagers, something seemed to be running towards the three of them, disturbing the movement of the grass and falling into the eyes of the three of them.

"Gun!" the man in the suit looked excited.

"Here, Boss!"

As soon as the bodyguard took out the shotgun from the suitcase, the grass in the distance had been turned to both sides, and the boy covered in blood fell out.

The face of the man in the suit changed: "Let's go!"

"Wait, guns!"

The boy shouted, ignoring the pain on his body, and trotted towards the trio. The bodyguard was speechless in a daze, and when he heard this, he subconsciously threw the shotgun in his hand.

At this time, the strong men had also followed in front of the four of them. Seeing three white men "protecting" behind the boys, two of whom were stronger than them, the strong men immediately stopped.

"We just want ......"

"Bang!"

The bald man who spoke suddenly paused, shook twice and fell to the ground. Behind him, several strong men were drenched in blood, and they looked stunned, and immediately ran into the distance with a shout. The momentum collapsed, and the originally arrogant and arrogant group of strong men, driven by a few of them, all scattered as birds and beasts, and disappeared after a while.

The three men in suits were dumbfounded.

"Medical kit!"

The boy dropped the gun and fell to his knees, panting. The weight of the shotgun alone is not something that the boy can afford for a long time, not to mention that he is still carrying a wound and firing a bullet. Gritting his teeth to resist the huge recoil, he had exhausted the last of his physical strength. The next thing is to keep the gun moving, all by willpower.

The medical kit was delivered to the boy, and he was about to reach out to unzip it when another pair of thick hands stopped him.

"You're seriously injured now, you can't make any more big moves, let me bandage it!"

The boy nodded, and the bodyguard in front of him skillfully took out the corresponding items from the medical kit and began to disinfect and bandage the boy's wounds. Another bodyguard, armed with a shotgun, kept a close eye on what was going on around them, in case the villagers made a comeback, or other predators followed the smell of blood. After all, not to mention the bald man and the boy, the blood from the bison carcass alone had been exposed to the air for a long time.

The faces of the two were solemn, the boy was in danger throughout the whole process, and his iron-blooded and tenacious performance impressed them from special forces. Moreover, it now seems that the boy's silence in the face of their taunts turned out not to be their self-righteous cowardice, but to forbearance, a powerful psychological quality that can only be seen in a few, which made the two of them suddenly feel a little ashamed.

So, without saying a word, they devoted themselves to helping the boy. Now they can no longer see a boy simply as a child.

At this time, only the man in the suit, who was regarded as air, stood in place with an embarrassed face.