Sell Evil

The gunsmith descended from the tree, and after confirming that he was not injured, he quickly returned to the center of the explosion. The pit that was dug just now had been expanded, and a large part of the pyramid-shaped metal tower tip was exposed.

The bone gun not only penetrated the outer layer of this metal, but left a cylindrical channel with a diameter of about forty centimeters above it. When the energy bullet penetrates the outer layer of this metal object, it will leave this kind of shell that is more than the shell. Have a wide trajectory with regular and neat shapes.

The musketeer picked up a stone and was about to throw it into the spire to measure the depth. As soon as he bent down, he suddenly fell into a cricket and fell to the ground.

"What's going on ..." His legs lost the strength to support his body, and his vision blurred.

A few figures entered the sight of the gunsmith, but the gunsmith couldn't see the person coming, and in his eyes were just human figures. Soon, some more figures were added, and they started talking, in a language that the gunsmith completely did not understand.

After a while, the gunsmith had planted it on his back, his mind was still sober, but his vision was blurred and his whole body was weak. He only felt that he was tied up, tied like a farm animal to a long stick, picked up by two people and carried away.

He didn't know how far and how long it took. Anyway, it should have been carried into a certain village. He saw some buildings that resembled thatched cottages and smelled the smell of grilled food. Then he was released from the stick and thrown into a cage-like place. There seemed to be someone beside him, but the man was motionless, sitting in the corner of the cage, wondering whether it was life or death. The Gunsmith's eyes couldn't see anything for a while, and he didn't have the strength to speak, so he could only wait.

Until the vision and physical strength gradually recovered, it was already setting the sun down. The gunsmith tried to say something to the distressed brother beside him, "Hey, man, do you understand me?"

The man looked in his thirties, white, and young, thanking him, but his beard was unshaven. He raised his eyelids and glanced at the gunsmith, and replied, "Oh, your medicine is over."

The rifleman asked, "What kind of medicine?"

That humane: "Of course it's a narcotic. These indigenous people use homemade blow arrows to shoot a tiny thorn, which is coated with something that can paralyze your body, maybe the juice of herbs, or they are ground out by them. I don't know.

The musketeer heard that he touched his neck instinctively, and there were really two small wounds there, "when did the arrow ... didn't notice it ..."

The man said: "It's hard to detect, it feels like being bitten by a mosquito." He held out his hand. "John DeSoto, you can call me John."

The rifleman reluctantly raised his arm and shook hands with him: "Charles Roll, you can call anything."

John asked, "So, Charles, did you come to explore the jungle?"

The Gunner smiled bitterly: "No, the plane crashed, why are you an explorer?"

John said: "Yeah, but I have to say with regret that this adventure was not very successful."

The Gunner said: "Let me guess, when did your compass suddenly fail, and then you lost your way in this area?"

"It's not just the compass. Dude, my friends and I are an expedition team. There are a total of six people equipped with various advanced equipment." John said, "But all these things have failed here, this place. It seems that there is some kind of power that can strike the advanced devices invented in the past 100 years collectively, and that kind of power also emits a chaotic magnetic field at the same time, affecting the most basic tool such as the compass. In the end, it can only come in handy Some of the simplest electronic instruments, such as radios. "

The rifleman glanced around: "You say there are six people, what about the other five?"

John sneered, but at the same time tears flashed in his eyes. The gunsmith knew that this was not a good omen. The man may be on the verge of mental breakdown.

Sure enough, John's answer was as grim as his expression: "I was eaten ..."

The musketeer swallowed: "Be crocodile?" He just tentatively asked a more reasonable guess.

John replied, "No, it was these indigenous people." His tone began to hysterically: "We encountered the ambush of this tribe about noon the day before yesterday. That night, Louis and Abel were eaten, and the next night , It's his turn. "He looked up, looked at the gunsmith with despairing eyes, a bleak smile," Today is the third day, I think it's my turn ... "

The musketeer said, "John, you have to cheer up. The situation is not the worst."

"Not the worst?" John's voice suddenly increased, but fortunately, the two indigenous people who were responsible for guarding the cage did not seem to care about the conversation between the two prisoners.

"The teammates who were born and died with me were killed alive in front of me. These savages stripped them down, tied them to wooden stakes, cut meat from living people, and divided their tongues like a loot, Brains, internal organs, then light the bonfire, and come to a barbecue meeting in the whole village, do you see the cooked meat hanging on the outside rack? What do you think it is? "John got closer, lowered his voice, but his tone Still very manic: "Whether it is the killed or the people in the cage, they are yelling and begging, but they do not stop at all. Maybe they do not understand our language, but the most instinctive sorrow of animals and Crying is universal, so ... for this cannibal, we are no different from animals. Do you have pity on pigs, cows, and sheep? Butchers care about food shouts? No! It ’s my turn today Now, maybe I will still bring you, who knows! Charles! Do you think this is not the worst case? Compared to the method of death, I would rather find a sharp wooden stab and bump it with my forehead. Something happened. "

The rifleman waited for a while before the other person flattened his breath: "Calm down, John, at least we are alive now."

John snorted and leaned weakly on the cage: "It's all my fault. I am the leader of this expedition team. My teammates gave me my life, but I killed them. I should have thought of such a day, The good water drowned, and I deserved it ... "He started sobbing as he said, this is a man's confession and remorse during the last part of his life. If the gunsmith is not here at the moment, John may only say to God This passage is over.

The gunner also basically recovered his consciousness at this time. uukanshu.com he visually checked that the cage he was in was not small, and squeezed it would probably shut down about a dozen people. The wood used to build the cage was also very strong. He knocked it with his hands a few times. It is estimated that even hippos here Can't escape. And around the cage outlet, many dense rattan weaves are sealed, so that people's arms cannot be stretched out, and the stuck maggots can only be opened from the outside. It seems that when these cannibals built this cage, they not only closed it. Beasts have to be locked up.

However, the gunsmith is also a leveling ability. The wood is no matter how strong it is, it is also wood. He is completely confident that he can destroy this imprisonment with his bare hands, and then escape the birth.

He thought about it and turned to John and asked, "Did these cannibals try to resist when they took your friend out of the cage?"

当然 "Of course I tried, but they will use narcotics. We can't escape in the cage at all, and we will not be able to resist after being anesthetized."

Gunsmith said: "So ... To escape, it's best to take advantage of it now, so that they don't have dinner in advance ..." He touched it, the bone gun was still there, the savage hadn't touched his body, just lost his bag Yes, but that kind of thing doesn't matter anymore, the gun will do.

John said: "Don't work hard, it won't crack the wood that broke your shoulder blades." He really lost hope. The vent just now may be the last outbreak.

The rifleman said: "Brother John, I can't take a man who has completely lost his will to survive, you have to cheer up, because I can't run away with you after I break the cage."

John's expression suddenly changed. He stared at the gunsmith's face. It didn't look like this guy was joking. The explorer's unshaven will was rekindled like Mars: "Are you serious?"