American Warehouse Taobao King

Chapter 705: [Escape to the camp]

   He heard bees the size of an adult's thumb surrounded Chris, and then launched a frantic attack. Smith, who had just climbed down the mountain, looked up and saw that Chris was attacked. After Chris screamed a few times, he didn't catch the mountain and fell straight down.

At this time, Smith's tears came down and he shouted, "Chris, be careful, don't let go, grab my God." As soon as he said this, he didn't expect that Chris could no longer bear the attack of these small bombers. , fell weakly from the cliff.

   "Aah"

  Smith stretched out his arms like crazy, intending to use the strength of his arms to catch Chris, who was more than 100 kilograms, and fell from a distance of eight meters. This is what Smith dared to do, and Smith also successfully caught Chris who fell from the sky, and the two fell on the gravel **** at the same time.

   His arms were in pain as if they were broken, but seeing the small bombers buzzing in the sky, he knew that staying here would be courting death. Before these Himalayan bees launched the second round of attacks, the two should run away quickly, or they would really die in the hands of these bees.

  Smith got up from the ground with difficulty, only took two steps to come to Chris's side, and yelled frantically while trying to pull Chris up. "Chris, this idiot, doesn't want to die, stand up for me. Let's run, or these secret recipes will launch a second attack Chris Chris stands up."

   But no matter how much Smith tried, Chris didn't respond. At this time, Smith was frightened and kept praying in his heart that black buddy Chris would be alright. Chris just got married a few years ago. He has a two-year-old son to support and a large family to support. What danger is Chris here, and what should his family do?

   But things backfired, and when Chris was turned over with difficulty, even the well-informed Smith couldn't help but take a deep breath. Chris's dark face bulged out more than a dozen fist-sized red envelopes, and some green liquid was flowing out. The entire face was deformed, and it was impossible to see the original appearance at all. There were also several large bags in his hands. Now he was seriously injured and unconscious, instead of a faint breath. Smith thought that Chris had gone to see God and his old man.

  Chris was stung by a bee, and it has become like this in less than 20 seconds. Everyone thinks about how poisonous the Himalayan bee is. How terrifying it must be, even if Chris, like a perverted humanoid monster, was stung so many times, he had already become inhuman and was seriously injured and unconscious.

   Hearing the buzzing in his ears getting closer and closer, Smith felt like crying when he saw Chris who was unconscious. But his brother couldn't leave him and run away alone, but if Smith ran with Chris on his back, he would definitely slow down and let these fast-flying Himalayan bees chase the two of them and die.

   But at the critical moment, Smith didn't leave his brother behind and limped into the depths of the forest with Chris on his shoulders. Behind him were swarms of Himalayan bees buzzing and chasing. Although he was fleeing in the depths of the jungle, Smith, who was running farther and farther, let out a scream from time to time. Everyone knew that Smith was also attacked by the Himalayan bees.

  Smith is very cunning. Wherever the forest is dense and where to drill, he slowly got rid of the frantic pursuit of these exposed Himalayan bees. Although his face was stung by several large bags, his vision began to blur, but Smith, with his weak senses, still managed to climb back to the field camp where Yang Yong was located with Chris on his back.

   At that time, Yang Yong was taking people to lunch. Since the lunch was very rich and happy, Yang Yong sent a kindness to everyone and distributed a small glass of century-old Moutai. I planned to have a good meal with my subordinates, but just when everyone was enjoying the meal, there was Smith's screaming and crying like a wolf howling in the distance.

   "Boss, help, boss, help us. Chris is dying, boss help us."

   At this time, Yang Yong looked very funny, with half a braised prawn in his mouth, oil stains all over his legs, and a shrimp leg stuck on his nose. Suddenly raising his head, he asked Thomas, who was eating next to him, stupidly.

   "Thomas, do you hear anything? Why do I feel like Smith is calling for help."

  Thomas on the side was eating happily, but when Yang Yong suddenly asked this question, he didn't understand the situation. At this juncture, Smith's faint voice came from a distance again. "Boss, save us, Chris is dying, we are here, boss, we are here to save us."

  The entire camp heard Smith's cry for help in the distance, and the whole person exploded, and Yang Yong threw his feet away and ran out. The treasure hunters who followed behind all picked up their own weapons, and ran out with guns and machetes. After running out for a few dozen meters, it was another downhill. Only at this time did Yang Yong see clearly.

  Smith and Chris fell to the ground. Smith looked up in the direction of the base and called for help, with several big bags the size of children's fists on his face. And there was a green liquid flowing out from a hole in the middle. Chris lay still on the ground, and the two of them were still carrying two broken backpacks, especially some golden liquid flowing out from the backpacks, one more than ten meters away. You can smell the scent of honey rushing to your forehead.

  Yang Yong has used Himalayan honey. Of course, he remembered the taste of Himalayan honey. He was shocked when he saw the miserable and inhuman state of the two. He hurriedly called someone to carry the two impersonal men back to the camp. When he saw Yang Yong, the sturdy Smith took Yang Yong's hand and weakly told what happened to the two.

   At this time, all the treasure hunters who heard the tragic experience of the two people took a deep breath. The situation of the two people was really tragic. Chris is now out of shape, and his face is pitted, like the surface of the moon. I can't see where my nose is, where my eyes are, where my mouth is, my face is full of red envelopes the size of my fists, and there is green liquid flowing from the break above, and it has a stench that is particularly unpleasant.

   I know that two people were stung by the largest Himalayan bee in the world, and the injuries were particularly serious and in a special crisis. In addition, the straight-line distance between my own camp and the nearest city Darjeeling is more than 150 kilometers. In addition, Darjeeling is a rugged mountain road and there are no helicopters.

   I rented a helicopter from New Delhi, India, and I had to refuel on the way. It would take more than eight or nine hours to reach the camp. It would take a day to go back and forth to the hospital, and the two of them had already died of poison in one day. Now that Chris is seriously injured and in a coma, Smith has become dazed and very dazed. It can be said that the current situation has reached a critical point.

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