Because Ye Feng spoke in Mandarin, Walid didn't understand him.
Just as he was about to negotiate with Ye Feng again, he saw three black, unidentified round objects fly into the crowd.
When the flashlight beam shone on them, Walid and Chamuji's pupils constricted sharply upon seeing the wisps of smoke slowly rising from the object.
"Grenade! Get down!"
"Thump!"
One second after they finished speaking, the ground within a radius of about ten meters visibly trembled.
A huge, muffled thud brought with it a burst of fire and countless whooshing sounds.
Shrapnel mixed with dirt flew everywhere, and the smell of gunpowder instantly filled the surroundings.
Resonating with this were the staggering, crooked bodies of the cannibalistic tribesmen and their agonizing cries.
"Oh dear! Ah..."
"What is this?!"
"My legs! My legs!"
...
The indigenous people, who had originally formed a circular formation, had now fallen apart, each lying on the ground, clutching different parts of their bodies and screaming in pain.
Those who were close to the grenade were lucky; they were killed instantly.
But many of those who didn't die had their legs blown off and were still in pain from shrapnel embedded in their bodies. The fact that they couldn't die immediately was the most agonizing thing.
Modern grenades are incredibly powerful; shields can stop shrapnel, but the shockwave from the explosion is what truly kills.
Moreover, all three grenades were thrown into the middle of their group, exploding in the center and greatly increasing their lethality.
The indigenous team, which originally had more than 30 members, now has less than 10 members left.
This sudden turn of events left Zubaton and the other Massa people completely dumbfounded.
They all looked at Ye Feng and his two companions, their knowledge naturally failing to comprehend what this thing was that could possess such power.
From this perspective, even without them, Ye Feng could probably have easily resolved this battle.
"Is this how modern people fight? Wow, that's amazing." Zuniton swallowed hard, still feeling a lingering fear.
He was extremely relieved that he hadn't made a move when he first met Ye Feng a couple of days ago, otherwise he would probably be in this situation now.
"Keep going! They're not all dead yet!" Ye Feng's goal was to kill every single native, even though he knew this was just the population of one cannibal tribe.
If they are not dealt with, the other side may call for reinforcements or contact some modern people to cause trouble for them and the Baija and Masa tribes.
Since we're already here, we should definitely get things done in one go.
At this moment, Chamuji and Walid realized that their opponents were determined to kill them all. Both of them had shields and were hiding at the very back of the explosion point...
With so many cannon fodder subordinates taking the fall, the two only suffered some tinnitus, but their bodies were not seriously injured.
"Run!" Having seen modern weaponry, they knew they couldn't win this battle; escaping was the only option.
But they hadn't run far when three more grenades were thrown at them, this time aimed straight at them, and ended up landing right in front of their escape route.
Seeing the terrifying blue smoke rise again, the two experienced individuals immediately grabbed the fleeing members of their tribesmen and used them as shields.
One second later, a dull bang and a tremor of the earth reappeared.
Four of the nine fleeing cannibals died instantly, and the rest were seriously injured.
Only Chamuji and Walid remained unharmed, though their ears were now ringing.
A sharp, intense ringing sound reverberated in their brains, forcing them to clutch their ears and shake their heads repeatedly, making it impossible for them to continue their escape.
Ye Feng and the others quickly climbed down the hill and stopped when they were about four or five meters away from the two.
Without hesitation, he raised his pistol and released the safety.
Upon seeing this, Chamujiwalid immediately struggled to his feet and knelt on the ground.
They promptly dropped their bows and crawled on their knees, trying to get closer to Ye Feng and beg for mercy.
However, Zhan Pengwu and Tang Weiwei arrived at the two men's side at this moment and pressed guns against the sides of their heads.
"Don't move!" Tang Weiwei's icy voice made the two of them afraid to move forward, and the cold muzzle of the gun made Chamuji's voice tremble with fear.
"Don't kill me, Mr. Ye Feng, please don't kill me. Take all those women with you, I promise I'll never mess with them again, just leave me alone..."
"Mr. Ye Feng, if you spare us, our tribe will obey you from now on. Spare our lives, and you might need us in the future."
Everyone is equal before death, and the two men kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, hoping to gain a glimmer of hope.
Ye Feng immediately asked, "I'm asking you, who told you the location of the Baijia clan?"
This was a question Ye Feng had wanted to know for a long time. At first, he thought it might just be a coincidence.
After all, the cannibals had fought the Baija tribe more than once, and Tatis had also said that the cannibals had been hunting them.
However, Ye Feng didn't believe that a mere hundred-odd people could accurately locate the Baijia tribe's camp in this land area of over 100,000 square kilometers.
Upon hearing this question, Chamuji seemed to remember something and quickly explained, "That's right! This isn't our fault. It was that modern man named Simpson at the trade fair who told us to go and catch him. If you want to blame someone, blame him."
"Simpson?" Ye Feng murmured the name; he had naturally never heard of it before.
However, he knew that the trade fair was located on the outskirts of the jungle, at least 100 kilometers away.
How could modern people possibly know the location of the Baija people?
"Speak! Tell me everything clearly, when did you meet that Simpson, and what did he say to you?!"
"If you dare tell even one lie, I'll kill you on the spot!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Chamuji and the other person nodded repeatedly and began to tell their story, one after the other, before they finished speaking.
It turns out that this happened nearly four months ago, in August of last year.
Chamuji’s tribe had just raided the Baija tribe, taking some of their women and supplies, which is why Tatis led his people on a long migration into the heart of the Amazon.
While Chamuji and his men were selling the looted supplies and women at the market, they encountered an old black man named Simpson.
It was November when Simpson told Chamugi that one of his expeditions had encountered Baija women deep in the jungle, about 600 miles southeast of the market town.
He also promised Chamuji that if he captured all these women at once, he would not only buy them all, but also introduce Chamuji to a batch of cheap weapons.
Driven by strong profits, Chamuji and his accomplices immediately set off to begin the arrest operation after returning from the market.
However, due to the numerous dangers lurking in the jungle, many of his men perished along the way, leaving only 106 of the original 130 men.
In addition, the area was rich in vegetation and had complex terrain. They only knew the approximate distance and direction, so it took them more than two months of wandering in the jungle to finally find the Baijia tribe.
After hearing this, Ye Feng remained silent for a long time, seemingly lost in thought.
It turns out that all of this was orchestrated by modern people. It seems that this jungle is gradually becoming a graveyard for money and interests.
He slowly raised his gun and aimed it at Chamuji and the other man... "Since you've been so honest, I'll leave you with a complete corpse."
"Bang! Bang!" Before the two could react, two gunshots rang out.
Both men were shot in the head and died instantly...
This entire scene was recorded by a drone dozens of meters behind them.
Then, the drone slowly took off and left the area.
In a mountain valley 20 kilometers to the west—
A three-story wooden house stands in the center of the dense forest, and the surrounding trees seem to grow around the house.
This wooden building is exquisitely crafted, with each plank being a high-quality, glossy wood. The neat arrangement of these planks creates a modern architectural style that clashes sharply with the surrounding pristine rainforest landscape.
At the entrance to the wooden building on the first floor, two clowns with heavy makeup and purple noses were wearing drone-specific target displays, holding remote control handles, and slightly manipulating the joysticks with their fingers.
About 20 minutes later, two drones, each carrying four cameras, landed in front of the two people.
They picked up the drone and quickly ran back into the small wooden house...
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