I am a professional at killing time travelers

Zheng Qiu was even more confused. Since they had such technology, why not let these little savages evolve into modern society? Why should they use these things to deceive these little savages?

At this moment, a roaring car stopped outside the tribe. The man had skin as white as snow, deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and his hair was golden yellow.

The man walked into the tribe in a carefree manner. When he passed by beautiful young girls, he whistled at them and patted the women's buttocks with his hands.

However, the woman from this primitive tribe still didn't know what being subtle was. She lifted up her skirt and openly displayed her beauty. She reached out her hand and held the white man's hand, her eyes full of desire.

A flash of golden light appeared on Zheng Qiu's forehead, and he saw roughly the man's life. At the same time, he also understood why the white people would not let these little primitive people leave the primitive society.

It turns out that the white man's name is Jack Watson. Twenty years ago, geologists from the Watson Company discovered rich gold resources under this plain. In order to develop the gold mine, they chose to use some common things to trick this group of simple primitive people out of the gold mining area.

The reason why these primitive people were not massacred was thanks to the newly introduced World Animal Protection Act, which required all countries to protect wild animals and maintain the ecological environment, so they could not massacre wild animals at will. At this time, some smart people discovered the business opportunity.

Since this group of people who have formed a national system cannot be slaughtered, what about the primitive people who make a living by hunting? The Animal Protection Association did not say it explicitly, but simply tacitly accepted the habits and customs of the primitive people's lives. Because it is difficult to control and educate them, they chose to turn a deaf ear to it.

Those who want wild animals for various purposes will use some means to buy these things from Jack's company. The reason why Jack does not kill them is not because he is kind, but because these primitive people are useful to him. For this purpose, he even constantly deifies his own things and exchanges precious animal resources for low-cost industrial products.

In order to control these tribes, Jack added some strange things into the items he sent to make people addicted. Once this group of simple little primitive people became addicted, all the people in the tribe would become his sheep, and they would be able to eat meat whenever they wanted.

Jack was slightly startled when he saw Zheng Qiu, and said in the not-so-fluent Xia dialect: "Daxia people?"

Zheng Qiu already knew what Daxia meant from his memory. It was a place that was highly similar to the world of immortal cultivation civilization. Not only did it have a long history, but it also had yellow skin and brown pupils like Zheng Qiu.

"Ah hello."

Jack put away his dissolute posture, stretched out his right hand and put on a professional fake smile on his face: "Hello! My name is Jack Watson, and my friends call me Jack."

Zheng Qiu also extended his hand with a smile on his face: "Zheng Qiu, nice to meet you!"

Jack's eyes lit up when he found that Zheng Qiu could communicate in fluent English: "Oh! My dear Qiu! I am so happy to meet you. Daxia is a magical country. I really want to go there!"

It was obvious that Village Chief Shi Tou didn't understand English. He just looked at Zheng Qiu in confusion. Zheng Qiu waved his hand slightly and Village Chief Shi Tou quickly retreated, leaving only Zheng Qiu and Jack talking by the campfire.

Zheng Qiu smiled and said, "Jack! I'm not a person who likes to beat around the bush. I have some questions that I hope you can answer."

Jack seemed very heroic: "Oh! My dear Qiu! When I saw you, I wanted to be friends with you. Frankness is the basis of becoming friends, isn't it?"

Zheng Qiu nodded and asked directly: "Since there is an animal protection organization in your country, you must know the importance of animal resources to the entire ecology. Then why do you still want to do such a business? I heard that you even have the mining rights of gold mines, so I don’t think your company is short of money!"

Jack was slightly stunned, but soon adjusted his state. His expression became solemn, and his palm unconsciously touched the lower back: "Oh! My God! Why do you say that? I am a law-abiding citizen and will not do anything illegal. I just used the daily necessities they need most to exchange with them for some meat they can't finish eating!"

In Jack's memory, Zheng Qiu already knew the power of the pistol. Now he is like a fairy, and even a nuclear bomb can't do anything to him, let alone bullets.

"I don't want to cause any trouble. I just have some doubts. And the thing behind you may not be of any use!"

As Zheng Qiu spoke, he picked up a stone from the ground, applied a little force with two fingers, and the stone turned into powder.

Jack's pupils suddenly shrank, and a flattering smile appeared on his face again: "Oh! My dear Qiu! This must be your mysterious Kung Fu! I am very yearning for your culture!"

Zheng Qiu nodded: "So can you help me solve this puzzle?"

Jack chuckled, took out two blood scabs from his jacket pocket, bit off the head of the cigar roughly, and handed one to Zheng Qiu: "Good stuff! Would you like to try it?"

Zheng Qiu shook his head and looked at the primitive people singing and dancing around him. Jack immediately understood and said quickly: "Oh! You bad guy, you must have seen those cigarettes! Did you smell something magical too!"

Zheng Qiu smiled slightly: "You should tell me my doubts first!"

Jack was a little embarrassed: "Why do you have to know all this? Shouldn't you introduce yourself to me first? Maybe you are from an animal protection organization?"

Zheng Qiuyi reached out and grabbed the little hyena, and just looked at Jack with a smile: "My patience is running out! If you can't tell me your thoughts, then there is no need for you to live!"

Jack instantly pulled out a pistol from his waist, pointed it at Zheng Qiu, and pulled the trigger. He was fast, but Zheng Qiu was even faster. Zheng Qiu directly grabbed the barrel of the gun and exerted a little force with his fingers. The bullet was stuck in the barrel of the revolver. The gunpowder exploded instantly, and the eggshell splashed out, leaving a burnt mark on Jack's face.

Jack's expression was full of horror: "Are you a devil?"

Zheng Qiu looked at Jack disapprovingly, easily took the revolver from Jack's hand, and with a little force with both hands, he squeezed the pure steel revolver into an iron ball.

"This is my last chance to give you. If you can't tell me what I want to know, then you'll never speak again!"