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Chapter 186

Not only Hua Han, but even the well-informed Shirley Yang was shocked.

Shirley Yang looked at Hu Bayi in confusion: "How did you combine these two things?"

Hua Han made a "tsk tsk" sound: "No wonder this damn bald guy insisted on saying the second sentence, it turns out that the first sentence is not good enough."

Anderson showed a look of disgust: "Come on, I can't say it even if it's me."

The bald man clasped his fists towards everyone: "Since you are Mr. Jin's friend, then follow me."

Everyone followed the bald man into his secret base.

There were straws piled everywhere here, and it looked like an abandoned warehouse.

But people with sharp noses could smell the faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

The bald man pulled the straw apart: "You can choose whatever you want, take as much as you want."

Upon hearing this, Wang Kaixuan praised him generously, and then began to pull the straw consciously to find his favorite gun.

Before long, several people got their favorite guns in their hands.

Since they were disguised as botanists catching butterflies this time, they naturally carried several large bags and filled them with bullets.

After the guns were ready, the group continued on their journey.

Not long after, several people got on a large truck heading to Zhalong Mountain.

In this remote area, a large truck is equivalent to a bus, but the bus carries people, and the large truck carries people and goods. The car looks at least seven or eight years old, and it is very bumpy. From time to time, the sound of ping-pong always makes several people feel that the car will fall apart in the next second.

The driver also drives like a ruthless person. Less than one meter away from the wheel is the turbulent Lancang River, and next to the river is the rocky riverbed.

Some of the rocks are long and sharp. If you accidentally fall down, you will definitely be pierced by the rocks.

Even if you are lucky enough to fall into the river, you will be immediately washed away by the turbulent Lancang River, and the survival rate is only 5%.

It is better to be killed by these stones than to drown in the water.

In addition to Huo Jilin and his companions, there are more than 20 people dressed in ethnic minority clothes on the bus.

They are wearing all kinds of clothes. Perhaps due to years of hard work and lack of water, their clothes are a little dirty and a little worn. It is hard to tell which ethnic group they are from. They chat with each other and seem to be familiar with each other.

There are also several chickens and ducks on the bus. With the smell of sweat and feet, it is so stinking that people can hardly open their eyes.

Wang Kaixuan covered his nose, his face flushed: "Old Hu, Master Huo, I'm afraid I can't make it. Let's change the car. If we continue to sit here, I'm afraid I will die before we reach the destination. If you bury me on the spot, I will become a wandering ghost. But if you take me back, I don't know how much trouble it will cause you along the way. So, in summary, changing the car is the best."

The man with his hair tied up with a towel approached them enthusiastically, talking a lot, saying words they couldn't understand at all.

Shirley Yang said softly: "I'm sorry, we don't understand your dialect. Can you speak Mandarin?"

The man with the towel paused and began to ask several people in poor Mandarin: "I heard you talk like you don't seem to be from here. What are you doing here?"

As early as the day before, everyone had prepared their lines and answered such questions fluently: "We are from the Beijing Insect Research Association. We heard that you have rare big butterflies here, so we came to see if we can catch a few to do research."

The man with the towel said "Oh": We are short of everything here, including food, water and women, but we are not short of big butterflies and spiders. We often saw researchers coming here before. "

Wang Kaixuan asked quickly: "Old comrade, are there any other cars to go to Zhalong Mountain?"

The man with the towel shook his head: "We are in a remote and poor area here. Let alone other cars, there is only this truck, and it only runs once a day. If you are not lucky, you will not be able to catch this bus."

Wang Kaixuan felt like crying but had no tears. He vomited into the plastic bag unbearably.

When Wang Kaixuan raised his head, the smell of vomit mixed with the smell in the car almost sent Wang Kaixuan to the west.

Hu Bayi sat very straight, clenching his fists: "Fatty, the revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades must work hard, think about how others survived the Long March, compared to the difficulties you are facing now, your difficulties are nothing, bear it, don't vomit anymore, if you vomit again, I will vomit too."

Shirley Yang was also very uncomfortable, squinting at Huo Jilin, but seeing Huo Jilin sitting upright with a blank expression, she couldn't help but admire him: "Mr. Huo"Mr. Wang, how did you stay so calm? Share the plan, we are almost exhausted."

Huo Jilin closed his eyes and spoke slowly: "The soul has been pulled out, don't ask, the soul will come back if you ask again. I will never allow it to come back before getting off the car."

The man with the cloth towel looked at Wang Kaixuan who was in great pain: "You man, you look so big, how can your physical fitness be so poor, look at me, I don't look big, but my body is much better than yours."

Wang Kaixuan couldn't help vomiting again, and the motion sickness almost pulled Wang Kaixuan's soul out of his body; "I'm not in poor health, I just feel very motion sick."

The man with the cloth towel shook his head: "You guys look young, it's probably your first time to go out far, I tell you, our mountain road is rugged, next time you must get some motion sickness medicine, otherwise you will be shaken apart when you go back."

Wang Kaixuan looked at the chickens and ducks on the ground: "Forget it... Vomit! ”

Hu Bayi saw that the man with the cloth towel looked like a local man, so he tried to get close to him: "Comrade, let me ask you, if we go to Zhalong Mountain, how far is it from here? I see that this car doesn't have any instructions, where do we get off?"

The man with the cloth towel stretched his head out of the window and looked: "It's not far. At this speed, we will arrive in an hour. I will remind you then."

When Wang Kaixuan heard that he would have to suffer for another hour, two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes: "My God, what does this mean? Do you really want my fat man's life? Woo woo woo, now it's good, I originally wanted to pick up girls, but now I can't pick up girls, I'm going to let formalin soak me!"

The man with the cloth towel comforted: "Not that, not that, man, you take a nap, and you will be at Zhalong Mountain when you wake up."

Wang Kaixuan wiped his tears; "Damn, this car is really broken, change it quickly if something happens! Save everyone from suffering together!"

"Bang!"