The Boer guy looked at each other, suspecting that there was something wrong with his ear just now.

The kidnapped guy is asking them to borrow money?

Either there was something wrong with their own ears, or the kidnapped guy was frightened and insane.

Generally speaking, the latter is more likely.

"I'll let him be sober and understand what's going on now."

A young man was ready to rub his hands and showed a warm smile on his face.

He wanted the foreigner to know what the enthusiastic hospitality of the Rainbow Country is, for example, beating his yellow skin is darker than the black one.

"hu!" imitating the tone of the hand-to-hand combat master in the movie, he kicked the black Tibetan in the stomach.

If this kick is solid, not to mention serious injury and bleeding, an ordinary person would definitely curl up in pain.

But the young Boer man stopped just as his feet touched the belly of the Hei Tibetan. Not only did he move his legs, but he even showed a painful expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that the situation of his companion was wrong, the young man beside him looked over with concern.

No matter how many things they do that are harmful to nature, these guys at least retain human instincts in some aspects, such as sociality.

But he just patted his companion on the shoulder with his hand, and things suddenly became strange.

This tall man, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, the first thug in a small group, and who had won many battles with other small groups, actually fell into the seat with a thump.

"Hey! Why did he faint? What does he have..."

The black Tibetan man covered his head with a bag, and his voice was a little strange when he spoke: "No need to try it, I promise as my doctor that he is dead."

The few people's attention was already focused on their fallen companions, and when they heard the words of the Black Tibetans, they turned their heads.

Can you know that a person is dead even if you are covered?

I'm afraid this is not a doctor, but a witch doctor from the primitive tribe.

"Believe me, I'm professional because I killed him."

The hemp ropes on the hands and feet of the black worms suddenly untied. This was done by the loyal black worms. Not to mention the small hemp rope, even the dam can be bitten open bit by bit.

He took off the bag of his head and held the crooked glasses firmly and straightened them.

What appeared in front of us were several white young men. Although they had been separated for hundreds of years, they still had not changed much from their old relatives in Europa.

Jihei smashed his mouth: "You don't look like black people at all. Can you say that after staying in the African continent for a long time, even your race will change?"

Several people don’t quite understand the humor of the black humor, or the current situation is not enough for them to think about the humor in it.

This man has such a lot of strength to actually break the hemp rope. In reality, even a strong man can't do it. This is the normal first reaction.

How could there be such a strong force in a dry and thin figure? I was absolutely not thinking about this level normally, and the look of looking at Mihei Tibetan with a little cleverness became wrong.

"I just said the situation was wrong, I just said the situation was wrong! It was true!" A thinnest and even somewhat malnourished blond young man shouted. If the roof of the van was too short to stand up straight, he would probably jump up.

"He is extraordinary, an oriental with mysterious power!" He felt that he should be a detective, but the detective is now facing a life-and-death crisis.

The black Tibetan glanced at the blond young man. He was familiar with the voice. When he was covered in a bag, he only stood up and said a word or two.

Moreover, the cleverness of his head turned reminded the Mihei Tibetan of his assistant when he was in Sendai. Unfortunately, after he entered the base, the assistant was sent to where he was sent. He also hoped that he could let his assistant enjoy his happiness with him.

However, it is a good thing not to go, otherwise you will be slapped to death by the evil monk.

“The answer is correct, but there is no reward.”

The black Tibetan patted his shoulder and snapped his right hand.

Several kidnappers in the back row fell to the ground, and only one person in the front row was still driving survived.

Before the young man driving understood what was going on, he couldn't help but look back: "What's wrong, what happened?!"

The picture is completely frozen when you look back.

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“Hmph~”

The Tibetans walked in front, humming a little tune in their hometown, which was a bit desolate in the evening.

Not to mention that it is the hot season in the southern hemisphere, and he is still wearing an inappropriate windbreaker.

The blonde Van der Fate followed the man behind the Michihiro Tibetan, like a small follower who was following the big man in modern times. Moreover, he looked thin and cringing, but he did have the miserable miserability of a small character.

Too scary, too scary.

When he thought of the horrifying scene just now, Van der Fate was sweating all over his body, and easily killed the entire car without any effort. He never thought that killing someone was such a simple thing. In this understatement of East Asia, it can be seen that this was the number of times he killed someone.

Perhaps murder is just a long and boring little thing for this East Asian.

And under the control of a bunch of bugs, the van's accelerator accelerated and rushed into the desolate lake.

Only those who fish occasionally will go to that lake, and there will be no large and good goods.

Mysterious Jack.

Jack.

With an extremely earthy name, Van der Fate certainly doesn't believe that the native name of an East Asian person would be Jack, but Jack asked him to call him like this, and what else could he do besides nodding and nodding.

Van der Fate was extremely grateful for his soft-hearted words at the beginning, otherwise he would have gone to hell like a few companions.

Since there are angels in the world, there should be demons and hell.

"Have you arrived at your house yet?" The black Tibetan man happily stepped out. He was wearing a black windbreaker and a clean and neat killing. He would be as casual as he would be.

"It's here, it's right in front." Van der Fate nodded like a rice pecking at the rice, shaking ropes under his shoulders.

It is said to be a home, but it is actually a broken car and a brick and stone shanty townhouse selling ice cream. The house built by containers. Even the wheels have disappeared. The wind and sun are covered in scars, and the rust is yellow.

"It's not bad, it's very cinematic."

"Sense of movie..." Van der Fate laughed self-deprecatingly, but he still didn't express his complaints in his heart.

The sense of movies in your eyes is the daily life I experience every day. If anyone envys this movie, then let him replace his role.

"I'm disturbing." The black Tibetan man slapped his clothes and confirmed that he looked like a good person now.

"I forgot to ask, what should I call you if I see your parents now?"

"They've left long ago."

"Oh, life and death are separation. I have seen this kind of thing a lot when I was a doctor. It will be better if you get used to it more in the future."

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South Africa is renamed "Rainbow Country" in the book.
Chapter completed!