Chapter 353 The Wounded Snake "Ugh—!"
"Snake! There's a snake!!"
The piercing screams instantly mingled with the buzzing of wasps and terrified cries, creating quite a spectacle!
Some were stung so badly by the bees that their faces were unrecognizable; some were bitten in vital areas by venomous snakes and collapsed to the ground convulsing; and some were tripped by their companions who suddenly fell, struggling desperately in the mud...
These drug traffickers, who ran rampant in lawless areas and treated human life like dirt, were now thrown into a boiling cauldron of hellish oil, causing them to explode completely!
Their weapons, which they relied on to wreak havoc, were almost rendered ineffective in the face of close-quarters combat and the wrath of nature; discipline and formation had long since vanished.
Only the most primal fear and will to survive drove them to wander aimlessly like headless flies.
The once arrogant and domineering outlaws have, in the blink of an eye, become lambs to the slaughter, howling and collapsing under the stings of bees and the bites of snakes.
Just when the drug dealers were overwhelmed and crying out in despair by the swarms of bees and venomous snakes, the "weapons seizure squad" was dispatched from the treetop!
It's a gibbon!
It wasn't just one or two, it was a whole flock! They usually live on their own hilltops and don't bother each other, but this time it's different.
Each family had siblings who were captured by these bastards and used as "live targets," some tortured to death, some maimed, leaving behind a trail of bloodshed.
Now, with our enemy right in front of us and everything in chaos, if we don't act now, when will we?
Xia Zhining had already communicated with them: ignore everything else for now, just focus on snatching that most deadly "iron rod" from their hands!
"squeak--!!"
With a whistle from the lead gibbon, dozens of shadows swung down from the heights like pebbles shot from a slingshot!
The drug dealers were busy swatting bees off their faces and dodging snakes at their feet; they had no time to care about what was above them.
I felt a lightness around my waist and back, and my hands suddenly felt empty—
"Where's my gun?!"
"Damn it! Monkey! The monkey stole the gun!!"
The gibbon's long arms are incredibly useful at this time. It hooks and snatches things with ease, then throws them into the bushes in the distance or hangs them on the highest tree branch so that they can't reach them!
Not satisfied with just robbing them, some hot-tempered guys swung their arms as they passed by and delivered a solid "ape-style slap" to the head of the drug dealers who were running away with their heads in their hands!
Cool!
They used to be tied to trees as targets, squeaking in fear at the sound of gunfire, while the demons below laughed heartily.
Today, the guns are in their hands (though they don't know how to use them), and the slaps have been returned to the devil's face!
We've gotten our revenge!
The weapons were swiftly confiscated by the gibbons, and now it's time for the heavyweight "jungle tanks" to make their appearance!
Several drug dealers who still wanted to resist or try to escape were brutally rammed by a giant forest boar the size of a small car, and were sent flying like broken sacks, crashing heavily into trees.
Just as I was coughing up blood and trying to get up, a shadow loomed over me—
The Asiatic black bear's massive paw slammed down with a whoosh, instantly breaking bones and leaving people covered in blood and gore.
The most desperate were those who were driven to the edge of the pool, just as they were about to wade through the water to escape, when the murky surface of the water suddenly split open.
The saltwater crocodile's massive jaws, filled with sharp teeth, opened right before his eyes, and before he could even scream, he was dragged into the abyss.
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