"Uh...hehe, Mr. Ugly, we are..."

"I know, I know..."

Ugly, picking at his ear, impatiently waved his hand to interrupt:

“Your eight brothers have already told us. Put down your guns and go find them ahead.”

Upon hearing this, one of Dato's underlings, who had never seen an RPG before, angrily spoke up:

"Why?! This gun cost our captain over a hundred yuan to buy, and we need it to arrest people. You just say a few words and we're going to..."

"Bang!"

With a loud gunshot from afar, before the henchman could finish speaking, his head exploded into a bloody mess, splattering blood and brain matter all over the faces of those around him.

They were all stunned with fear.

Dato and his men felt their limbs go weak for a moment, and they slowly put away their AKs.

He shone his flashlight toward the source of the gunshot, where a clown was crouching on a large tree next to the clown, holding an extremely long gun in his hand.

Dato swallowed hard. He had seen this gun in a book; it was called a sniper rifle.

Could this be... the weapon used by modern people?

In that instant, he felt that his AK was utterly worthless.

Just then, Chou Chou suddenly raised his hand...

The clown carrying the RPG immediately pulled the trigger towards the side of Dato and the others.

"call out!"

The grenade streaked across the night sky with a beautiful trail of sparks, followed by another deafening roar.

The grenade hit a tree, and the giant eucalyptus tree, which was nearly 1 meter in diameter, collapsed with a crash.

With a "thud!", he fell down not far in front of Dato and the others.

The scene was completely silent, leaving only the bewildered and terrified expressions on everyone's faces.

They thought the world was only as big as the Amazon, and the gun in Dato's hand was the most powerful weapon they had ever seen.

But now, modern weapons have taught them a harsh lesson.

"I'm giving you one last three seconds to hand over your weapons, or else..."

As he spoke, he prepared to raise his hand again.

Dato and his men didn't dare to haggle any longer and quickly threw the guns on the ground...

"No, no, no... Mr. Ugly, you can have it all. It's all yours..."

Upon hearing this, Chou Chou finally smiled again and lowered her hand.

"Don't worry, I won't take your junk. I'll return it to you when you get out."

Also, please leave your satellite phone.

Don't try anything funny with me, or you'll suffer a terrible fate.

Hearing these threatening words, Dato didn't dare to refute them at all. He could only take out the satellite phone and put it on the ground.

However, in order to ensure the fairness of the game, Chou Chou still ordered his men to search each of them.

After discovering that there were indeed no other weapons, they allowed them to pass.

Seeing that the other party did not intend to kill them, Dato and the others quickly turned tail and ran.

Watching the natives running away in such a disheveled state, Chou Chou couldn't help but shake his head and click his tongue in amazement. He smiled brightly and murmured softly:

"Oh dear... a primitive bounty hunter team... versus a modern bounty hunter team, who will win?"

Hehe...that's something to look forward to!

After saying that, he turned and left, waving his hand at his men...

"Let's go, back to the front. The real show is about to begin."

Everyone immediately put away their weapons, except for the clown who had fired the rocket, who pointed to the AK on the ground and asked:

"Mr. Ugly, what should we do with this junk? Do you really want to take it?"

Ugly didn't even turn his head back...

"It's just some secondhand guns. Let's bury them. They probably won't have a chance to come back for them."

Ten minutes later—

After running in a disheveled state, Dato and his companions finally stopped and leaned against a large tree, panting heavily.

Still shaken, they would occasionally glance behind them, fearing that the clowns would chase after them again.

Dato had always believed that, even if their Shuar tribe was not the strongest in the world, they were certainly one of the most powerful civilizations.

But what just happened completely shattered his worldview.

So this is what modern weapons are like... they can be so powerful.

Takino, standing to the side, wiped the cold sweat from his face and couldn't help but ask:

"Dato, who exactly are those guys? How did they know we were taking this route? They already have such good weapons, why did they still try to steal our guns?"

"nonsense!?"

Dato was in a bad mood and slapped him on the head without thinking.

"Didn't you hear what she said? He intercepted an eight-man squad before, it must have been that kid Basolang who told them!"

Takino rubbed his head, looking as if he had just realized something...

"I was wondering why this kid had suddenly disappeared; it turns out his phone had been confiscated."

Dark picked up the conversation again...

"I feel like I've seen that ugly guy somewhere before. Don't you guys find him familiar?"

Upon hearing this, the black men carefully considered the matter in their minds...

A moment later, an old black man named Balatu suddenly spoke up loudly:

"I remember now, he's the host of that...that show."

"Have you forgotten? Last time we went to the arms dealer to buy guns, we saw him in that...something's head."

Upon hearing this, the group instantly remembered something.

What Balatu called "the brain" was actually a computer.

Although they are indigenous people who have received some modern education, let alone computers, even a simple black and white television is only owned by the chief in their tribe.

At the time, the five people were curious and happened to see a promotional video for the battle royale game.

"No wonder! I was wondering why his face looked so familiar. It turns out that battle royale show was held here!"

"I'm afraid he took our weapons because he was afraid we'd disrupt their program."

Dato suddenly realized that he had never seen Ugly before, let alone been stopped like this before.

As a member of a tribal people who live on the outskirts of the Amazon year-round, he rarely ventures into the heart of the jungle more than a few times a year.

In addition, the production team has a rule against harassing the local indigenous people, so it's normal that Dato and his group didn't notice.

"Who he is is no longer important. The key is that we're out of guns now. How are we going to arrest those women?"

We've seen it for ourselves; those Baija women are all madwomen, they fight like madmen.

Dak raised a crucial question.

But Dato chuckled and slowly pulled a snakeskin bag out of his backpack.

"It's okay, I'm well prepared."

He opened the bag, and inside were some white, powdery substances that looked like flour.

Upon seeing this thing, their worries turned to smiles...

"Wow, you're really something! Where did you get so much nymphoma?"