Who is calling out?

Basang seemed to see a blurry figure, and was reaching his hand towards the small flower. Suddenly, the leaves around the small flower, which were one meter long suddenly closed, clamping the three people standing in the front, and countless black spiders crawled out... Those people seemed to have been imposed on the detent technique, and they were still moving, saving them! Basang suddenly realized that what happened in his memory overlapped with what he had experienced at this moment, so he rushed up quickly.

Zhang Li was still taking a step forward and was closer to the cute little flower, but was pushed away by Basang and said coldly: "I don't want to die! It's a man-eating flower."

Zhang Li was like a basin of cold water poured from the beginning, and was shocked to sweat. When he looked again, wasn’t it?

Isn’t the petite and lovely flowers and the quiet fragrance of people the means by which the cannibal flowers seduce ignorant?

The one-meter-long pointed claw-like leaves and the man-eating spider hidden behind the leaves are the last culprits.

I was careless for a moment and almost blinded by one of the fatal temptations in South America. Fortunately, Basan reminded me in time.

However, no one has seen the real thing, and no photos of the real thing can be found on the Internet, so Basang can actually recognize it at a glance.

Zhuo Muqiangba and Yueyang both looked at Basang in surprise, and Zhang Li patted his chest and said, "It's so dangerous."

Brother Basang, fortunately, you reminded me, why did you recognize me at a glance?"

Looking at Zhang Li's inquiring gaze, Basang still explained coldly: "I have seen two of my teammates there who were killed by this thing."

While everyone was relieved, a trace of doubt appeared in Zhuo Muqiangba's heart.

Everyone knows the place Basang mentioned, but it is extremely high at an altitude, and it should be snowy and snowy. Why do this cannibal plant in the tropical jungle appear in the plateau forest?

Zhuo Muqiangba didn't even think deeply and said, "It seems that he has almost finished resting, so keep on rushing."

But he felt a little uneasy: "Strange, why do you feel like you are being peeped at?"

He looked far away and saw nothing except the big trees that covered the sky and the sun.

Shortly after Zhuo Muqiangba and the others left, the gray figure walked to Rilunhua and picked the small flower that emitted a unique fragrance without hesitation.

When touched, the Sunflower Flower immediately launched a counterattack. Their sunflower-like leaves suddenly contracted, like a mouse clamping to catch the person picking flowers. Unfortunately, the hand hid out the moment the Sunflower Flower packed the leaves.

Then, countless black spiders hidden under the flowers and leaves crawled out extremely quickly along the flowers and leaves. The special signs on the backs of those spiders can recognize them at a glance - the famous Black Widow.

The gray figure was fearless and like a magic trick, she opened a huge plastic bag in her hand, put the sunflower leaves and countless spiders in it, and then said like a disobedient child, "The meeting was held last night, why didn't you come to attend?

Don't try to argue, I counted the number of people, but I didn't find you."

Ten minutes later, another team of men came to this place.

When they saw the closed Sunflower, Veto sneered: "Hmph, they seem to have gotten into something they shouldn't have gotten into.

Someone must have been poisoned, so I can chase after me at full speed.”

The hunters who discovered traces of the enemy and the pioneers who were moving forward all the time were very different from each other.

Basang cut off a shrub next to him and frowned, "I feel something is wrong."

Basang felt right. Since they entered the jungle, there were no birds singing within twenty steps, but within twenty steps, there were birds singing and flowers singing.

Now the birds and beasts in the forest are silent, so quiet that they make people's heart beat. Obviously, something else that makes them silent is coming.

Zhuo Muqiangba thought: "Someone came, but it wasn't the feeling just now. Could it be that there were other people following us?

Who would that be?"

The effect of the special training was revealed. Once the situation was found to be wrong, the four of them immediately turned around and walked back, with an astonishing pace.

Yue Yang said: "What should I do now?

Are we going to go to war with them?”

Zhang Li raised the gun in his hand and said, "Of course, we are just forced to defend ourselves. Are we still standing here for them to fight?"

Unexpectedly, the imaginary hostile battle training that has been used for the first time was to fight against the Colombian guerrillas."

Yue Yang said worriedly: "It's not good.

Several of them died last time. If they continue to develop like this, their hatred towards us will only become deeper and deeper, and will not turn into an internationalization problem, right?"

"Bad!"

Basang grabbed Yueyang's collar and said viciously, "Now is not the time for you to express your compassion.

It’s because people want our lives. Will they still listen to your explanation?

You don’t know about this group of guerrillas. To put it bluntly, it is actually a militarized underworld.

There is nothing they dare not do in smuggling, drug trafficking, and government arms! As for the dead, are there fewer people who die every day in this jungle?

No one has ever asked you what you want to worry about!"

Basansong took his hand, pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet, and said, "If you have this mentality and go against those desperadoes, you will not be the only one who dies, you will kill everyone!"

After saying that, he also glared at Zhuo Muqiangba fiercely, expressing his dissatisfaction with Zhuo Muqiangba's behavior of letting the tiger go back to the mountain yesterday.

Yue Yang looked embarrassed, and Zhuo Muqiangba said, "Basan is right. You should not be ruthless to such an enemy.

We may not slaughter them, but we cannot reason with them.

They only believe in strength and want them to stop pursuing unless they realize that they do not have the strength to pursue us.

Come on, prepare for ambush!”

At this time, they were already a hundred steps away from the cut down shrubs, each scattering and hiding on the spot.

Zhang Libasang climbed the big tree next to him, Yueyang lurked in the bushes, and Zhuomuqiangba was attached behind a big tree.

In an instant, the footsteps of five or six people had already heard. First of all, the four of them felt much more settled.

Five gun-armed militants have entered the attack range of four.

The five militants walked for a while and suddenly found that there was no way out in front of them. One of them asked, "There is no way out in front of them, where are they?"

The gunshots have sounded.

Stair of Basan shot the enemy and the bullet exploded the man's skull. Blood in the brain splattered everywhere. Basan showed a rare smile, as if he had returned to his life of blood licking.

Although the remaining four militants were shocked, these drug dealers who had been active in the depths of the jungle all year round were not fuel-efficient lamps. The two rolled on the spot and flashed into the bush. The two spit out flames at the tree where Basang was hiding with guns, and then they scattered.

Basang's hiding position was very beneficial to the ambush. After turning around, he avoided the stray bullet, then raised his gun, aimed a little, and then another enemy lurking in the bushes.

A militant hid behind a tree. He looked in front of him vigilantly, but did not notice that Zhuo Mu Qiangba, who had been hiding there, was behind him. Zhuo Mu Qiangba hesitated for a moment and did not use a knife or a gun, followed him with a palm.

The militant fell to the ground without even snorting, confiscating the enemy's weapons. Zhuo Muqiangba looked at his palm, not knowing whether he should feel relieved or worried about the effectiveness of this special training.

Outstanding the encirclement

Zhang Li had also targeted a militant, but before he took action, he felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Zhang Li swept it with his eyes and saw that the branches as thick as his arms were moving slowly, and the uneven dead bark was also clearly angular, especially the dark gray and white gray stripes became more and more obvious.

Zhang Li finally couldn't help but feel frightened. He turned around and the triangular snake head spitted out the core, and his pair of snake eyes were staring at Zhang Li with malicious intentions.

When Zhang Li realized that this was the spearhead viper, one of the top ten poisons in the jungle of South America, he was so nervous that he almost even dropped his gun.

One person and one snake confronted each other, feeling deeply uneasy about the other party's sudden visit.

Finally recovered, Zhang Li pulled the trigger, but the M4 with good performance got stuck. When the hand moved here, the spearhead viper opened his mouth unceremoniously, and his two sharp and shiny poisonous fangs greeted Zhang Li's hand.

In the moment of life and death, Zhang Li poked the M4 in his hand towards the snake's head, and he didn't care much about it, and the gun and the snake fell down together.

The gun Yueyang held in his hand tightened and tightened. The gunman in front of him leaned his head and kept within his firepower range, but he couldn't do it.

He has always been known as an excellent scout, and has an extraordinary talent in trace tracking, but he is always difficult to relieve such an inexplicable battle.

Is this to save yourself, eliminate crime, eliminate violence and maintain good fortune?

He needs to find a reasonable reason for himself to shoot.

At this moment, something fell from the top of his head, and then Zhang Li shouted: "Do not, poisonous snake!"

Without any hesitation, Yue Yang picked up the gun and shot the guy who was twisting in front of him and couldn't move.

In this way, Zhang Li and Yue Yang exposed themselves at the same time, and the enemy's bullets followed without any sympathy.

Zhang Li flashed to the trunk, but the not-so-reliable quilt was swept through the bullet and it cracked. Zhang Li jumped down from a height of five or six meters at the first time, and his landing posture was very ugly.

Yueyang rolled down on the spot, dodging bullets in a mess.

Basang was so angry that he cursed: "You two! What are you doing!"

Steyer changed the point and fired a series of bullets, hitting a grenade on the waist of a militant, and bursting with a blast, and the shrapnel almost exploded to Basan himself.

The enemy seemed to realize that Basang was the strong main force of this group.

As soon as Basang leaned his head, he was forced back by several bullets, and then an American grenade landed accurately among the branches where he was hiding.

With the familiar gunshots and the familiar grenades, Basan's gaze suddenly blurred. When he tried hard to see the situation around him, he saw familiar faces, Ben Bu, Jitba, Mata... Yes, everyone was holding guns, retreating while firing back. What was it?

What is there?

What is catching up with us?

He saw his familiar teammates, who were also in the jungle, and everyone had a look of horror on their faces.

The trees there are taller, bigger, denser, and every plant has never been seen before. They are more terrifying and weirder in appearance, as if they are alive. They seem to be trapped in a jungle of cannibal plants.

The moment before the grenade exploded, Basan fell into hallucination again. In front of him, all this was so familiar. Everything that happened today was repeated by history.

When he shook his head violently and woke up, the grenade was close at hand.

Rather than saying that Basang jumped off the tree, he was knocked off the tree and fell into the bushes and disappeared.

The remaining militant leaned against the tree, the cat was in the grass, and the muzzle was aimed at Basang, who had fallen from a high place.
To be continued...