C62

How did this black frame eye that could be seen everywhere on the streets of a civilized society appear here? If it was the kind of glasses without lenses that the post-90 MM liked to wear, Lao Hei would most likely not have noticed it just now. However, the person in front of him had a pair of glasses, and it seemed like he had left them there not long ago. Otherwise, he would have long since been covered by a thick layer of plants.

Looking at his glasses and the messy ground, he thought back to the sounds of the animals fighting last night. I guessed that it must have fallen out of my stomach when the giant lizard was torn apart yesterday.

The other three expressed their concern. The next problem was how the glasses got into the giant lizard's stomach. It is impossible to go out of the jungle to look for food, and very few people come into the Wild Man's mountain, except for people like us, who have a special purpose or have a bad brain.

"Search it?" This type of giant lizard is very lazy and doesn't have a very large range of movement. " I suggested.

Lao Hei and the Manager Qian had always listened to my words, and Sanmei had also agreed, thus the four of us started to search in four different directions. Dispersing in the jungle was very dangerous, because the plants were too dense. You walked around and got lost before long. When you thought you were walking in a straight line, you had already started to walk in circles.

The solution was not difficult as he used his military knife to cut open a few thick vines. I told them to tie one end to themselves, the other end trailing behind them like a tail. After walking for a few meters, he would turn around to check if the vines were pulled into a straight line so that he could ensure that he wouldn't miss his target.

As the four of them were in four different directions this time, my machete was taken away by the Manager Qian. Sanmei had lent me her twin blades, and told me not to let them break. This was not a short blade she used to make flying knives, but a relatively long Wing Chun Eight Severing Blade.

The blade was narrow and only a few inches below the edge of the blade. It was sharp and sharp. There was an L-shaped grip on the blade and the handle. It was an L-shaped knife that specialized in dealing with spear type weapons. The blade was lighter, and with the semicircle shaped gauntlet, it was quite comfortable to hold, except that the grip was a little small. It must have been specially designed according to the size of the user's hand. There was a small "beard" on the handle, and he held the handle with the black silk tied around it. It felt like he was holding the knife's owner's delicate hand. But when he thought about how many people and vampires he had killed with his hands, he felt that the knife was a bit awkward.

As I was cutting through the dense vegetation with my knife, leaving no trace on the ground, the owner of the knife suddenly called to us over the radio. Along the way, he cut open countless plants and trees, and came to where Hu Sanmei was.

This place was also a tall banyan tree. Under the huge treetop was a small clearing that was supposed to be filled with all sorts of plants, but someone had cleaned it out. There were traces of a fire under the newly grown grass. Some bones were scattered on the ground, and Sanmei pointed to a pile of bones for us to see.

According to the direction she was pointing, I recognized half of the human skull. Lao Hei picked up a few bones that were wrapped in grass and looked at them, then nodded towards us, indicating that they were all human bones.

Carefully, I picked up half of the skull and examined the skull and the entire face, though the flesh and soft tissue had long since been eaten away by ants. I examined the dead man's teeth and said to the other three, "The teeth have been fixed, not native."

Lao Hei threw the thick and long leg bone in his hand onto the ground, then casually picked up something from the ground and waved it at me.

The paper was carefully wrapped in two pieces of black plastic. When Lao Hei opened the package, I discovered that these two pieces of black plastic were the cover of a book.

Holding the piece of paper that was ripped off from the diary, Lao Hei read the contents written on it to us. It was extremely shocking and shocking.

"Anyone who sees this letter, please pass it on to the Italian or Vatican embassy, or to the clergy of any Catholic church.

I am Father Moreno, with some clergy and nuns from St. Mark's Church, who entered the jungle five days ago. We are well-prepared, with food and medicine and experienced experts, to bring the gospel of God to the last barbarous corner of the world.

The day after we entered the jungle, however, we were attacked by the natives, who captured most of us alive with anesthetic blowing arrows. And, like the devil, he devoured a few of the volunteers who rebelled and were killed as food. Just when I was despairing that they were going to eat us all up, they held a strange ceremony around the few of us who were left. Then they drove us in one direction. I didn't know where they were going. If anyone died along the way, they would be eaten by them. Those who were still alive would be driven away. I took advantage of their rest to write this letter. Savage had made them terrible, and at the same time made them not understand the meaning of the letter. That was why I had the chance to finish it.

I will hold on to my faith until the very last moment, when I believe that I will return my soul to heaven. However, if you can, please send someone to save the volunteers and the nuns. If none of us can make it back alive this time, please let the Army of God protect the congregation that will follow. God be with you, Amen.

I bless you in the Kingdom of Heaven. "

At the bottom were signatures and dates, from which it was inferred that they had been arrested for six days.

The arms of God? Is it a metaphor? May God help him? I asked, puzzled.

Lao Hei replied, "No, God's Equipment is a special group of mercenaries, I have only heard of them before. They were very good, and they didn't take orders. All the members were Catholics. On the African side, different armed forces often attacked churches, or medical teams sent by the church. "God's armed forces serve the Church. They serve as their bodyguards. They save people's lives. Occasionally, they even kill a few rebel leaders to avenge the priests who were killed."

What priest's bones are these? Manager Qian pointed to the ground and asked.

"She's called Father Moreno, she looks like an Italian from her name," Sanmei said as she bent down to pick up her beautiful butt and started rummaging through her bones.

After searching for a while, he picked up a large piece and said, "This isn't Moreno's, it should be some unfortunate nun." He showed us a pelvic cavity with distinctive female characteristics.

The Manager Qian's life is currently like a little white-collar worker who calculates his vacation and goes on a tour. After a day, he would cross out a day on his calendar, and after another 20 or so strokes, his life would come to an end. I had noticed that his hardening was getting worse and worse, that the cuticle of his skin was getting thicker and thicker, and that he must have affected the other organs as well, but he was still clenching his teeth for the last glimmer of hope.

But at the same time, Sanmei, who was in a hurry to find a Buddha Head to save her mother, raised a different view. "I think we should go take a look."

Lao Hei and I asked her why, but she only said "a woman's intuition".

Alright, at her insistence, we changed our route and began to search for the traces of this bunch of people with captive clerics and nuns.

It's fine if I lost a person yesterday, but if I can't find any traces of them in such a large group of people today, I would have directly jumped off the building. Fortunately, Savage Mountain didn't have a building for me to jump into, and I managed to find the direction they were heading in. We found that the group of natives were following a canyon downwards, as if they were about to reach the bottom of the canyon. Lao Hei wanted to use the Satellite Phone to inform the Catholic headquarters of the Vatican about the discovery of Father Moreno and the GPS coordinates.

He followed them for two days, occasionally picking up a suicide note from Moreno. Each time a different package was changed, and sometimes a rag wrapped around a piece of clothing hung from a branch of a tree. Sometimes it was in someone's shoe, and sometimes it was in a condom. Looking at the shocked Manager Qian, I explained that it was normal to bring these things along in the rainforest. This thing could store 1 litre of water at a time, could make bags to cool down and prevent sunstroke, and could also bring drinking water.

By noon of the third day, I was able to find fresh, broken plants on the road, which meant that they had been gone less than two hours. After speeding up their march for a while, they finally caught up with the group of natives and captive moderns by a river.

They were resting at the moment, counting through their binoculars. There were more than 20 local people, including four nuns, a volunteer worker, and a priest whose robe was badly damaged. He was probably Moreno.

What makes me curious is when I rest. Those natives were serving water to Moreno and the others. Others touched their foreheads, one by one, to gauge their temperature and physical condition. If it weren't for the fact that Moreno and the others were tied up and their clothes were as tattered as a beggar's, it would have felt like a local tour guide taking care of foreign tourists.

"They want to take the Priest and the rest somewhere alive," Sanmei, who was lying beside me and also holding a telescope said.

They had expected to continue their march, for it was still a few hours before dark, but after a few words between the soil, which had been checked for captivity, and the land that looked like a chief, they began to light a fire and make a bed for the night. I knew that they must have found the prisoners to their limits, and that if they went on any further, they might die again.

They caught fish, they set fire to the fire, and a few others went into the jungle to find something edible. Through the binoculars I saw them eating raw insects, big white worms the size of thumbs were thrown into their mouths and eating very sweetly. Releasing one of the captives' hands, they gestured for Moreno and the others to eat a few more. I saw that the priest and the others were all about to throw up and refused to eat, but each of them only ate some wild fruit to satisfy their hunger.

However, we quietly retreated to a place where they couldn't see us and made a bed to rest. They wouldn't dare to start a fire even if they were seen, but Lao Hei's new mosquito repellent and ultrasonic transmitter was actually useful. Not to mention that the effect was really effective, no mosquitoes wouldn't be able to bite it. As soon as the ultrasonic thing started working, all the mice in a radius of ten meters ran away from home in a hurry. He had no choice but to accept the power of technology.

When we had settled in, we continued our surveillance, only to see that after dark they had built a bonfire and danced around it in a circle, without the slightest beauty in body language, and the scene was evil and ugly. Let me and Lao Hei be more beautiful than them in the past, the entire group of demons dancing together.

But before they could jump a few times and enjoy themselves, they were interrupted by Father Moreno. He shot up from the ground, and a few of the natives around him grabbed their spears and surrounded him. However, Moreno did not move forward. Instead, he held a tattered Bible and spoke loudly and passionately.

Seeing this, we were ready to swim to the other side in the dark. Manager Qian was as heavy as iron. It was difficult for him to even swim right now, so if he did not go, Lao Hei said that he would stay behind to guard the camp. Given our current firepower, just two random people with sophisticated and high speed modern weapons, we could easily kill these local people and save all of Moreno.

It's just that we haven't figured out where the local people are, so we can't make a move yet. Thus, Sanmei and I took off our backpacks, changed our breathing apparatus and quietly swam to a place not far away from the shore. Perhaps because of his anger, Father Moreno's voice was exceptionally loud, and he could clearly hear everything from far away.

But after listening carefully, I was dismayed to find that he was speaking Italian and could not understand a word of it. When I turned my head around, I saw that Sanmei was still listening intently. I covered my mouth with my hand and asked quietly, "You know Italian?"

"Well, I spent a few years in Italy trying to find my father. I attacked a few vampire bases." She signaled to me to be quiet, listened to Moreno's grand speech, and then translated it to me in a low voice.

Ignorant barbarians, give up your thirst for slaughter and your worship of the devil. Otherwise, your souls will begin to rot and eventually be irredeemable. Please open your arms to meet the glory of God and throw yourself into his arms. Wash your sins and let your soul ascend to heaven before the bell of judgment rings. God created the world and will eventually save it. Barbarians in the wilderness, you have forgotten God, but God has never forgotten you.

I admire these religious clergy as I listen to them. Let's not talk about whether he believes you or not, but that he doesn't understand Italian at all. If you want to communicate, you have to at least let them know what you're talking about.

Perhaps the native cannibals thought the same as I did, and the leader snatched up the Bible and threw it into the fire without looking at it for fuel. Then he pushed Moreno onto the ground, and two local people came up and tied him up as firmly as Wu Fang Zongzi. Finally, he casually grabbed some grass and stuffed the Priest's mouth tightly. A few of the nuns and volunteers, afraid that the natives would hurt the priest further, used their bodies to block him. But the natives did not do so, and each began to rest.