4 p.m.
An eight-person team was moving forward in a corner of the jungle.
However, their furtive, furtive glances around didn't suggest they were in a hurry; rather, they seemed to be searching for something.
The eight people all had gray-brown skin and were native to the Shuar tribe.
The man in the lead carried a wooden bow on his back. It was half modern and half primitive, and it looked better than a homemade one, but it wasn't particularly exquisite.
He was wearing a dirty black short-sleeved shirt that looked like it was about to catch fire.
Despite looking quite young, he sported a receding hairline.
This man, named Basorang, was also a bounty hunter and was part of the vanguard force that Dato had mentioned.
The Shuar bounty hunters have a habit.
That is, every time they went deep into the Amazon to capture women, they would send a small team ahead to scout the way.
Along the way, they would leave marks to guide the main force behind them.
When a target is spotted, they will notify the other party using a satellite phone.
This allows tactics to be formulated based on the number of people, weapons, and geographical location of the target.
In modern military terms, they would be considered an advance reconnaissance team.
But five days ago, just as they were about to enter the heart of the territory, they were intercepted by Chou Chou.
Like Dato, Ugly didn't harm them; he just confiscated their satellite phones.
The group was completely bewildered, but thankfully their lives were spared.
They left marks along the way, so they weren't worried about Dato's main force not being able to find them.
They had been wandering in the jungle for the past few days, first going to the former camp of the Baija tribe.
But when they arrived there, they found that the Baija tribe had already moved away.
With no other option, the group could only search the jungle for the totem markings of the Baija tribe in hopes of finding their new camp.
But the jungle was too big, and they only had eight people...
They couldn't find the totem of the Baijia tribe, but they found the totem of their own tribe.
Furthermore, the markings are very new, indicating that they were left not long ago.
Basolang was initially puzzled, not understanding which tribesmen were still in the jungle.
But he soon remembered that more than half a month ago, the chief had sent a team of about twenty men to hunt down Salra’s five escaped women.
Because there had been no news for a long time, that's why they were mobilized.
So, following the totem, the eight people of Basolang found this place.
"Hey! Bro! I found it!"
A short, indigenous man holding a wooden spear stood in front of a large tree and suddenly shouted.
The other seven people immediately ran over...
Sure enough, on the trunk of a camphor tree, there was a pattern resembling a spear.
If you don't look closely, it looks a bit like a slanted "一" (one).
This is one of the totems of their Shuar tribe.
"Well done, Bajimu, let's go!"
With a wave of his hand, Basolang sent the eight men jogging toward the direction the spear was pointing.
Following the totem's guidance, the group walked for about 20 minutes before finally spotting two figures on a small earthen slope.
They were barely clothed and clearly primitive indigenous people, sitting under a tree with their eyes closed.
When Basolang and the others got closer, they discovered that one of them was ashen-faced and had no heartbeat.
The other person was also extremely weak, pale-faced, and spoke in a feeble voice.
"Help...help me."
The weak native, his eyes half-closed, saw Basorang as if he were a savior and cried out for help repeatedly...
Basolang carefully examined his injuries and found two small holes bleeding from the other man's left leg.
There's no doubt about it; she was bitten by snakes. And two at that...
Such poisoning wounds in the jungle are practically a death sentence; there's no hope of recovery...
"What exactly happened? Weren't you chasing after those Baija women? How did things turn out like this?"
The native's lips moved slightly, the sound extremely faint; Basolang could only barely hear it by putting his ear close to the man's mouth.
"We... had already caught them, but... suddenly nine strange people appeared."
They...they are not white, and...they are not black.
Muhammad and Gipton are dead; he poisoned us.
They rescued Lia...and then...and then...."
At this point, the indigenous man began to breathe rapidly, and his chest began to heave violently.
"Hey! What happened next?! Hey! Finish your sentence before you die!"
"Well!..."
The indigenous man's body began to tremble, and white foam and blood slowly flowed from his mouth.
A short while later, his head lolled to the side and he lost his life.
These two were the same Shuar tribesmen who had been given laxatives by Tang Weiwei and then ambushed by Ye Feng and his group, forcing them to flee in a sorry state.
They were pure indigenous people, without any modern equipment, not even decent clothes, pants, or shoes. They were still wearing grass skirts and straw sandals.
Even though she managed to escape at the time, she suffered from diarrhea for several days because she had been given laxatives.
Even though the two grew up in this jungle, the prolonged diarrhea caused them to become severely dehydrated, and they could barely walk.
However, the indigenous people were physically strong and had experience in finding herbs, so they eventually managed to pull through.
He intended to return to his tribe to find the main force, but unexpectedly he was bitten by venomous snakes, and not just one.
However, Basolang was unaware of these things; he only understood that his fellow tribesmen had been ambushed and wiped out.
He was very confused at the moment, feeling that the CPU was about to burn down.
"Neither white nor black? And poisoned? Could it be someone of another race?"
Even though the indigenous language was so clear, Basolang, with his semi-modern intelligence, still couldn't place it on the yellow race.
Because they had never seen a yellow-skinned person on this land.
Who do you think it could be?
Basolang looked at the seven people, including Bajimu, but they shook their heads repeatedly.
Just as everyone was puzzled, a cold female voice came from not far away beside them.
“I know who killed them.”
The sudden sound immediately startled the group.
Apart from Basolang, who was in charge, none of the others could understand English or what the other person meant.
He immediately grabbed his weapon, stared intently at the source of the sound, and shouted in Shuar:
"Who?! Show yourself!"
Before long, two figures slowly emerged from the woods...
When they saw the two people's faces, everyone was stunned. Their eyes widened in bewilderment...
The newcomers were a man and a woman, dressed in completely different clothes, and even their hair, appearance, and skin color were distinctly different from theirs.
It was Bai Ying and Zhang Tiannan.
Although they had never seen people of Asian descent in real life, they knew that on the other side of the world... there was a kind of human being with yellow skin.
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