Even if Chou Chou is the host of the show, doesn't she have time to answer a phone call?
Just as he was about to dial again, a text message suddenly came through with a "ding".
Upon opening it, I saw a string of English text: "I'm not available right now, I'll get back to you later."
"Hiss?" Ye Feng scratched his head, feeling even more confused. This satellite phone was bought by Liu Sisi, who had never mentioned it to anyone.
Judging from Chou Chou's words, it seems like he already knows it's me calling him.
A few minutes later, Ye Feng's phone rang, and the caller ID showed it was Chou Chou's number.
Ye Feng answered the call without thinking, and a clown-like voice immediately came from the other end.
This time, however, his voice wasn't as sharp and playful as before; instead, it was a soft, low-pitched male voice, spoken very quietly, as if... afraid of being discovered.
“Mr. Ye Feng, I knew you would come to the Amazon again.”
Ye Feng was slightly startled. Sure enough, this guy already knew it was him. "How did you know it was me?"
Ugly chuckled softly... "It's very simple. I only told you this number. Alright, you're here to find those Baijia tribe women, right?"
I'll send you the coordinates right away, but it's probably too late for you to go now.
"What do you mean!?" Ye Feng frowned, the unease that had been lingering in his heart reaching its peak at this moment.
He knew that the cannibalistic army he had seen that day, and what Ugly had said at the airport, must be connected in some way.
That's why he was in such a hurry to return to the Amazon.
However, Chou Chou didn't give him an answer right away... "You should go see for yourself. Next time, it's best to send a message instead of making a phone call."
Okay... that's all for now.
As he spoke, he seemed about to hang up...
"Wait!" Ye Feng immediately called out to him, asking the question he had wanted to ask for a long time. "What did you mean by what you said that day? Why did you help me?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone, with only Chou Chou's slightly rapid breathing audible...
Ye Feng wasn't in a hurry; he just waited silently, as he didn't trust this person.
To be honest, they weren't even friends; Ye Feng just wanted to figure out why...
Because good things never fall from the sky, and new friends never appear out of nowhere.
A moment later, a voice filled with emotion came from the other end.
"Perhaps it's because... I was once Chinese."
After he finished speaking, the dial tone went dead, leaving Ye Feng, bewildered and puzzled, holding the phone and deep in thought.
Chou Chou, was she once a Chinese citizen?
This was unexpected by Ye Feng, because Chou Chou's face was always covered with heavy greasepaint, so his facial features were completely obscured.
Unexpectedly, he was of Asian descent?
Although Ye Feng still wouldn't completely trust him, he couldn't think about that too much right now.
He turned and walked up to Liu Sisi, who was still negotiating with the leasing company manager, and asked, "How's it going?"
Liu Sisi crossed her arms in anger, glanced sideways at the bald manager named Hans, and replied in Chinese:
"Don't even mention it. That bald guy, seeing that we were Asian, clearly wanted to rip us off."
Renting a helicopter costs $3,000 a hour, and the price goes up after 10 hours.
This is practically flying around and devouring people; they won't give an inch.
"Forget it, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. Three thousand it is, we're not short of money." Ye Feng waved his hand and turned to look at the manager who was wearing a fake smile...
"Hehe, Manager Hans, we'll rent the helicopter, but you'll have to do me another favor."
When the bald manager named Hans heard this, he grinned from ear to ear.
Clearly, Liu Sisi guessed correctly; he was determined to rip Ye Feng off.
"Hehe~ Sir, just give me your orders. As long as it's within my power, I will do it."
Ye Feng pointed to Zhan Pengwu and the others who were watching the show from the side and made an "eight" gesture with his hand.
"Give each of us a gun. It's reasonable to have some weapons for self-defense when we're out and about, right?"
Ugly's words made him a little more alert. He clearly remembered that Dato and the others had brought guns during the game, but Ugly had taken them away halfway through.
Even the natives have guns, but if they have no weapons at all, they'll be left with no choice but to wait to die if they encounter danger.
So, just to be on the safe side, it's better to have one on hand.
Hans smiled confidently. If the other party could afford to rent a helicopter for 3,000 a hour, then they must be people who are not short of money.
"We can take this opportunity to rip you off again," he said, patting his muscular chest.
"I thought it was something else. In Brazil, I can't speak for everything else, but guns are something you can't do without."
As long as you have the money, I can get you a rocket launcher.
Okay...you guys stay here for one night, and tomorrow I'll get you all sorts of things like AKs, MP5s, P90s, and Uzis.
Is one box enough? Want some more grenades? They're all German-made, guaranteed brand new...
"Okay, okay! I want a Barrett!" Before Ye Feng could speak, Tang Weiwei, who was usually quiet, suddenly became excited, her face full of a fangirl smile.
Ye Feng turned to look at him. To be honest, this was the first time he had ever seen Tang Weiwei so excited in all this time.
"David, don't you play rock music? Why are you more excited about guns than guitars?"
"Hmph..." Tang Weiwei curled her smug lips. "Besides rock and roll, can't I like military stuff? That Barrett is awesome!"
Oh my god... I've been dreaming of playing this game!
Ye Feng shook his head... "What a joke, that thing is incredibly heavy, weighing dozens of kilograms. We're buying guns for self-defense, not for assassination."
As he spoke, Ye Feng looked at Hans again... "Just give each of us a pistol, and if you have any grenades, give us two too."
But not tomorrow, we're leaving right now.
Upon hearing this, Hans touched his shiny bald head with a hint of annoyance, glanced at his watch, and shook his head blankly...
"Sir, if you want a new gun, it might be difficult to arrange today. It's already past 2 o'clock. Even if I have a friend deliver it, it will be at least evening. You'll still have to stay overnight."
However, if you need a second-hand gun, I can get one within an hour.
"Second-hand gun?" Ye Feng was clearly disgusted. The name sounded unpleasant. Although he didn't know much about guns, he did know some common sense.
Every gun has a lifespan; they are disposable products. After prolonged use, the gun's accuracy, range, and stability will be affected.
If you're unlucky, it might explode, endangering your life.
Ye Feng shook his head and suddenly shifted his gaze to behind Manager Hans.
They are all now in the airport open space, where all kinds of planes are parked everywhere, and there is a factory on the edge of the airport.
At the factory gate, there were seven or eight burly men wearing sunglasses and fully armed, looking like bodyguards.
Hans had mentioned when they came in that they were all security guards for the company...
Ye Feng suddenly smiled and pointed at them... "Manager Hans, those guys have guns on them, right? They shouldn't be using secondhand guns, right? Can we sell them?"
Hans raised an eyebrow and turned around to look. His expression showed surprise for only a moment before he revealed his cunning businessman nature.
"Uh... this..." He deliberately feigned a troubled look, as if he was very conflicted.
Ye Feng didn't want to waste words with him and directly asked him to name his price.
Hans stroked his beard, thought for a moment, and then said, "Oh, Mr. Ye Feng, the firearms carried by our company's bodyguards are all genuine products."
I wasn't originally going to sell it, but considering you're a celebrity, I won't ask for more and will offer a sincere price...
"Take 80,000 yuan, and all their equipment will be yours."
"What!?" Liu Sisi's eyes widened. As someone who immigrated to Merrick since childhood, she naturally knew a lot about gun prices and immediately pointed an angry finger at Hans.
"You're really ripping us off. Do you think we don't know the market price? Those bodyguards are carrying Glock pistols, which cost around $500 each, and their grenades are just average-powered M1s, worth at most $400 each."
The only thing worth anything about them is their bulletproof vest. I'd give you 4,000 at most, right? That's the price in Merrick. It'll be cheaper here. I already checked.
We need eight sets now, which would only cost 40,000 yuan in total. You want 80,000 yuan from us? Are you really trying to rip us off like an idiot?
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