The jungle east of the camp is home to many sedges, an edible plant...
The two of them randomly pulled out a handful, looking around for a while...
After confirming that there was no one else around, they took out two small glass bottles.
Each container contained approximately ten grams of cyanide.
The native named Danny tore open the lid and even sniffed it...
"Hey, Glo, do you think there might be something wrong with what Ye Feng gave me? This stuff smells really good, and I don't feel dizzy at all. Could it be that there wasn't enough?"
The native named Glo shook the bottle in his hand, feeling that the dosage was a bit too small.
If we don't knock all the tribespeople out, what if someone wakes up halfway through and finds they weren't unconscious? Wouldn't that give us away?
"Hmm, this amount is definitely not enough. That kid Ye Feng is too careless. Why don't we just pour the whole bottle in?"
Danny nodded without hesitation... "Okay, I'll go get it."
At that moment, the two of them only thought it was a sleeping potion; at worst, it would just let their people sleep for a few more days...
Little did they know, the dosage they had was more than enough to kill a herd of African elephants.
This is cyanide, one of the most toxic chemical elements...
Soon, Danny went back into the house and took out a large glass bottle from Chagley's backpack, which contained half a can of cyanide.
They piled the harvested sedges together and poured all the cyanide on top of them.
It must be said that the two of them were quite meticulous in their work, making sure that every piece of sedge was coated with the [drug].
The two of them immediately started stirring it with their hands, seemingly to make sure it was spread evenly.
This scene completely stunned Liu Sisi and the others who had been secretly monitoring the situation...
These two guys are really dedicated...
They watched helplessly as the two men carried a pile of grass back to the clearing...
Just as Chagley took the straw and was about to throw it into the pot, a hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder.
Chagley's heart skipped a beat...
Looking back, he saw that Nikolai had appeared behind him at some point and was looking at him with a smile.
"When did you wake up, kid? Are you feeling better? And you've come here to cook?"
Hearing these words of concern, Chagley breathed a sigh of relief...
People are often most afraid of being discovered when they're doing something wrong. He tried to suppress the panic in his heart and forced a smile...
"I...I smelled the aroma of meat, you know, I haven't eaten meat for days."
Seeing that the pot only contained meat, I figured it probably wouldn't taste good, so I had someone pick some grass as a side dish. Is there a problem with that?
He asked cautiously, afraid that the person in front of him would notice something was wrong with the grass.
Nikru didn't think too much about it, only that Chagley was acting a bit strangely today.
Because normally, cooking is what Chageri hates most...
However, he didn't think much of it; perhaps the other person was indeed hungry...
He picked up a handful of grass and looked at it, his brows furrowing slightly.
Chagley swallowed hard; his legs were trembling.
Could it be that Niklu discovered there was a sleeping potion in there?
But even most modern people don't recognize chemical elements, so how could these indigenous people possibly discover them just by touching them?
"Why is this grass so juicy?" Nikru asked casually.
Upon hearing this, Chagley quickly tried to appear calm and explained, "I deliberately had them wash it. If there's any mud on it, it'll be easy to eat it all over, right? Washing it off will prevent so much good meat from being ruined."
"Oh..." Nicolu looked Chageri up and down, feeling that this kid was even more abnormal. Usually, this kid was the most slovenly, often eating insects and rats raw, but today he actually learned to wash vegetables.
"You've even started talking about hygiene now, haha...that's really rare..."
"Alright, after we finish eating the meat, let's go to the west. Chamuji and the others have already gone to ambush Ye Feng. You should go help them later."
"Okay, okay." Chagley quickly nodded in agreement, and after seeing Nikru walk away, he quickly poured the stalks into the three pots one by one.
Seeing this, Liu Sisi and the others who had been watching from a distance breathed a sigh of relief.
Whether or not the Baija tribe can be rescued tonight is the most crucial step.
In less than 10 minutes, the fresh meat was ready...
The indigenous people's way of eating is somewhat similar to that of the Baija tribe. First, one person from each table is sent out with a large pot to hold meat and soup. After that, the people at that table share the food.
Holding a wooden bowl filled with broth, Nikoru stood on the table and addressed the crowd: "Warriors, people! This is our third gathering since we moved to our tribe."
If we sell all those Baijia tribe women tomorrow, we can eat meat every day, have modern weapons, and live the life of a truly modern person!
From now on, this jungle will be ruled by us cannibals! Cheers!
"Whoa!!" Everyone raised their wooden bowls in unison, as if the tribe's hope lay in tomorrow.
Making empty promises seems to be a skill that every leader possesses.
Afterward, the natives began to feast, greedily and savagely gnawing on the chunks of meat. The women, however, could only squat to the side to eat...
They chatted and laughed heartily, enjoying this hard-won feast.
As for the three people who poisoned him, they pretended to drink soup from their bowls, but in reality, they didn't eat a single thing. They kept turning their eyes around to observe the reactions of the people around them.
Niklu didn't forget Kaga and the others who were guarding the Baija women, so he immediately ordered two women to scoop meat from the pot and prepare to send it to Kaga...
But at this very moment, the large doses of cyanide began to gradually erode the living tissues within their bodies...
"Ugh!" The meal had only been going on for a little over a minute when an older indigenous man suddenly let out a painful groan and fell backward...
This sudden turn of events instantly drew everyone's attention, and all eyes turned to look at it.
Just as the two locals at the table were about to go over to check on him, they noticed that the old man on the ground was struggling violently and rolling around on the spot.
His hands were gripping his own neck tightly, and his already dark skin visibly turned red, with the veins on his neck bulging...
This appearance is very much like the omens of those who hang themselves.
This is because cyanide ions hinder the respiration of human cells, leading to tissue hypoxia and causing internal asphyxiation.
Anyone who takes cyanide will eventually die from multiple organ failure, respiratory center damage, and suffocation.
"Ugh!" Before everyone could even react, another commotion erupted in the huge crowd.
Everyone began to show symptoms and collapsed one after another; without exception, they all fell to the ground and rolled around.
Niklu was drooling, and the once lively open space was suddenly filled with muffled groans. The joyous occasion turned into a tragedy, with screams echoing everywhere, just like a large-scale zombie mutation scene.
This scene caused Chagley and his two companions to frown instantly, at a loss for what to do.
Ye Feng had told them that after the drug took effect, the person would experience some painful symptoms before falling unconscious...
But such a painful state made them all feel uneasy.
Chagley stared wide-eyed at Danny and Gloucester, gritting his teeth as he asked, "Just how much poison did you two put in?!"
The two looked terrified. Danny, with a blank expression, replied, "We were afraid the medicine wouldn't be strong enough, so we... we put it all in..."
"Idiots!" Chagli raised his hand and slapped each of them. He didn't want to hurt his people; he just wanted to knock them unconscious so they wouldn't stop Ye Feng from rescuing them.
Moreover, he hated Chamuji and Walid, and if they really killed innocent tribesmen, his sins would be enormous.
"Could it be? That kid Ye Feng didn't give me a sleeping potion?"
A terrifying thought suddenly exploded in his mind: what if it were really like that...?
Chagri grew increasingly frightened and quickly went to a tribesman who was completely still, placing his hand on the man's heart...
His heart sank to the ground; his heartbeat stopped completely, and he stopped breathing.
He continued checking the others in disbelief: two, three, four...
Finally, in despair, he collapsed to the ground, tears welling in his eyes, filled with remorse...
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