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Not long after entering the jungle.

Liu Wei heard the shouting and listened carefully. It came from the crowd.

It is common for people to appear in the jungle. It is a paradise for wild animals and is naturally a frequent place for poachers.

It can be said that heaven and death coexist.

Liu Wei walked forward carefully. After all, he was in a foreign country. He should avoid it as much as possible to avoid causing trouble and avoid being targeted.

He walked up and saw seven or eight thinly dressed black men, who were similar in stature to local residents and were as thin as firewood. Four of them had guns in their hands, and a few others were carrying dead wild boars. It seemed that today's harvest was not bad.

In this country where few people come forward to manage, the situation before us should be considered a common occurrence.

Brothers, let's take a look and leave. These people don't look very friendly! Liu Wei whispered.

When he was about to turn around and leave, the group of people in front of him started to make noise again, and everyone stepped back in panic.

Liu Wei squatted sideways and saw their actions, guessing that they must have encountered some difficult opponents.

A pair of banana-shaped curved horns emerged from the bamboo forest, and then a strong white-legged bison walked over.

The scientific name of the white-legged gaur is the Indian gaur. It is also called the white-legged gaur because of the white fur below the joints of its limbs.

The bison didn't look friendly to people at all. Its eyes were so wide that when photographed from a distance, they seemed to be as big as Liu Wei's fist.

After it walked out from the bamboo forest, it stood there and looked directly at the people holding guns in front of it.

Poachers, who often come into contact with the wild animals, seemed to feel the wrath of the white-legged bison.

Sensing danger approaching, they began to spread out to distract the bison.

Although they have guns in their hands, they know that it is difficult for the shotguns in their hands to kill such a big beast in a short time. Once it rushes in with anger and gunshot wounds, their lives may be lost.

Liu Wei could see from the panicked eyes of the poachers that they did not seem to want to attack the bison, but just wanted to carry the wild boar out of the jungle.

You, go that way!

Take the wild boar out first!

Whoever has a gun in your hand, follow me.

If it comes, shoot a warning shot!

Liu Wei heard them setting up tactics.

The solitary white-limbed bison started to move. It took a few steps, stopped, and looked at the crowd. It seemed that it was also testing the gangsters in front of it.

One of the people was about to go around to the right side of the bison, but unexpectedly, the sound of stepping on branches on the ground attracted the bison's attention.

The hearing and sense of smell of white-legged bison are very sensitive. The black man may be in trouble! Liu Wei analyzed the situation in front of him.

You deserve it, these people are really hateful!

Kill him, kill each one, I don't know how many wild animals were killed!

I'll take the seat of the white-limbed bison!

Judging from the barrage in the live broadcast room, the audience still hates their hunting behavior.

In front of him, the white-limbed bison turned its huge body to face the black man who was trying to circle it.

In panic, the black man raised his gun and pointed it at the bison. His companion who was about to leave turned around and yelled, N!

His companions expressed anger at his behavior at this time.

Sure enough, when the white-limbed bison saw the black man raising his gun, it became even more angry. Without saying a word, it started running. Although it was big, it ran extremely fast.

The white-limbed bison rushed towards the black man with the gun at full strength. Several cages of bamboo were directly broken by the bison's body, and the weeds and small piles of trees were ruthlessly crushed. Nothing could stop it.

The black man fell into extreme panic and fear. He fired a shot, but because he was too nervous and his arm was shaking, he missed.

As the gunfire echoed through the forest, the bison became even more angry and accelerated its attack.

The black man had no chance to shoot. He wanted to save his life and started running in the direction of his companions. His facial expression and posture were really ugly.

Ha ha ha ha!

Brother Niu, you did a great job, you killed his stupid son!

Grandma's, relieve your anger!

There was a pile of grass in front of the black man. He had no time to find a suitable way to escape and threw himself directly into the grass.

The grass was undoubtedly peaceful for the bison's body, so it stepped directly over it.

The black man rolled and staggered until he fell to the ground. The bison caught up with him, lowered his head and used its horns to sled him over several times.

The black man turned over and looked at the bison, making a surrender gesture, and slowly crawled back with his feet still kicking on the ground. His lips turned a little white, and he opened a box as if he was in fear of death.

The white-legged bison stared at the black man on the ground with very firm eyes.

H,,~ the black man's companion kept yelling.

The black man crawling on the ground is also asking for help from his companions.

The companion first fired a shot into the sky in an attempt to scare off the bison. The bison paused when he heard the sound of the gunshot and raised his head like other black men.

The blacks saw no intention of retreating from the buffalo's eyes.

They now only have two choices, either to shoot collectively and attack the bison with shotguns at the same time to see if they can knock it down. If not, the bison may trample its companions to death in a rage.

The other option is to leave quickly, abandoning your companions and wishing you better luck.

However, judging from their choices, it seems that they have no intention of giving up their companions. The leader said: When we shoot, run!

Yes, they choose to gamble!

After all, it is a friendship that has carried guns together.

When Liu Wei heard this, his brows tightened.

He had no sympathy for the life of the black man lying on the ground, but he was very likely to see a strong white-legged bison killed. Even if the bullet did not kill it on the spot, the wound would be seriously infected and eventually it would be killed. It's hard to survive.

Liu Wei suddenly thought that he might do something to protect the bison.

Brothers, it seems we can't watch the fun anymore! Liu Wei stood up and said.

What do you want to do?

Awei, don't get excited, they have guns!

I can't help it. Ah Wei should go and save that black man!

Bah~, even if a black man is trampled to death, he deserves it!

Don't you see it? What Ah Wei wants to save is the bison!

Hey! Friends, calm down! Liu Wei popped up and smiled at the black men holding guns.

Who are you

who

The black people had question marks on their faces, and their eyes were attracted by the sudden appearance of the stranger.

The guns in their hands were pointed at Liu Wei, and it could be seen that they were still a little nervous at this moment.

They began to speculate wildly about Liu Wei's identity.

Don't be excited, friends! Liu Wei still kept smiling and said in fluent English: I'm just passing by!

!t! The leading black man cursed Liu Wei and told him to get out.

Liu Weidao: Don't you want to save your companions?

The black men looked back at each other, then looked at their companion who was so frightened by the bison that he was about to pee his pants, and asked Liu Wei, You have a way?

Liu Weidao: I can make a deal with you!

What deal? said the leading black man.

Liu Wei said: You put away your guns and leave here, I will ensure the safety of your companions!