In the evening, Zhang Jing returned to the Holiday Inn.
Candela, who has no meat on her body, is waiting in the restaurant on the second floor.
"Barry and Wesker were in the market today seeing people from the Met."
Kandela didn't know that Zhang Jing had a wonderful life one day, so he recalled his life and introduced: "They purchased a lot of supplies, and it seems they plan to go far away."
"So you're going to follow them?"
"Of course," Candela said confidently, "There is no clue about the whereabouts of the diamond. The only clue has been cut off by others. Tracking others is the only way."
"When to set off?"
"Barry and Wesker are following them," Candela chatted, "They will probably leave at any time."
Zhang Ding nodded, quickly finished his dinner, and then went back to his room to catch up on his sleep. He was woken up by Candela at one o'clock at midnight.
"We are ready to go." Candela changed out of her long skirt and wore loose canvas trousers and a long-sleeved thin shirt. She still smelled of insect repellent. "The car and supplies are ready."
Zhang nodded and picked up the backpack placed next to the bedside table.
After leaving the hotel, Zhang Jing drove the Mitsubishi SUV, while Candela took the passenger seat and followed Barry and Wesker using shared positioning.
Barry and Wesker used drones to follow the people at the Metropolitan Museum from a distance.
Because of the popularity of drones, remote tracking has become convenient and civilian.
Zhang Jing didn't know that he and Candela were following others, and others were following him.
Driving all the way west, we stopped in the wilderness at five o'clock in the morning to meet Barry and Wesker.
The stocky Wesker held the drone operating tablet and introduced to Candela, "They stopped five kilometers ahead, and one kilometer ahead was an indigenous tribe." 33
"What's the name of the tribe?" Candela asked the employee. "Are they bringing a lot of supplies in exchange for something?"
Wesker shook his head to express his ignorance.
"Could it be a right of way?" Looking at the screen, Zhang Jing reminded, "This tribe seems to be guarding the entrance to a special terrain."
The sun has not yet risen, but it has already dyed the clouds in the eastern sky red, so the drone lens can indeed see that the terrain behind the tribe is quite special.
"It should be a right of way," Candela said firmly, "I hope the locals won't be fooled."
At six o'clock in the morning, people from the Metropolitan Museum knocked on the tribe's door with supplies.
The drone couldn't hear the exchange, but it could tell that the people from the Met were being denied access to the tribe's interior.
This is very interesting!
"What is their purpose?" Candela looked confused, "Is it a diamond?"
Zhang Jing doesn’t know, but it must be profitable, otherwise the people at the Metropolitan Museum would not disguise themselves as philanthropists.
This is like a weasel giving New Year greetings to a rooster, it's all comedy.
"Huh!"
Wesker, who controlled the drone, made a surprised sound, "Why are there white people in the tribe?"
Zhang Jing and Candela looked at the screen again. Through the drone lens, Zhang Jing actually saw - Noleta!
I thought I saw it wrong, so I checked carefully to confirm that it was her.
Candela also knew the geologist and said with certainty: "There is something fishy about this tribe!"
"The question is how to get in?" Zhang Jing asked Candela, "Do you have any idea?"
Candela smiled confidently, opened the trunk of the Mitsubishi car, and found two sets of medical white coats and a medical medicine box inside.
"From now on," Candela smiled, "please call me Dr. Candela."
Zhang Jing was stunned, why hadn't he thought of this before? This equipment was indeed very intimidating.
At the same time, Candela opened up a new idea for Zhang Jing. In the future, he will not only prepare medical uniforms, but also prepare security police uniforms, firefighter uniforms, military uniforms, officer uniforms, fake police badges, fake military ID cards, and fake military uniforms from various countries. Passport etc.
Barry and Wesker found a place to rest nearby, while Zhang Jing and Candela drove around the Metropolitan Museum queue and arrived at the gate of the strange tribe.
There is a row of thick wooden fences at the entrance of the tribe. They are not very high, only about two meters.
A gap is left in the middle of the fence, which is the main entrance, guarded by two tribal men holding wooden spears.
"Hello," Candela greeted with a bright smile, "We are Doctors Without Borders. We passed by your tribe and came to send our love."
Two tribal men wearing grass skirts and bare feet looked at each other silently.
They don't understand English, but they know that a white coat represents a doctor. The problem is...
Soon, Zhang Jing and Candela met the tribal chief.
A chief with a feather in his head, a belly as big as eight months, and a shiny body asked in English, "Are you a doctor from México Sans Frontières?"
Candela's heart skipped a beat. The natives could speak English, which meant there were many people out there, and it also meant they were hard to deceive.
"What a coincidence," the fat chief said to himself, "I still have 11 of your colleagues from Sans Frontières here."
Zhang Jing and Candela were both speechless. It turned out that Noleta had already used this trick.
"Obviously," said the fat chief, "someone among you is lying."
The fat chief's expression suddenly became stern, "God said, those who lie will die!"
"Wait a minute," Candela interrupted the fat chief, "We are not lying, we know that a colleague is in your tribe, her name is Noleta!"
The fat chief looked puzzled for a second. Just when he was wondering whether he had wronged a good man, a tribesman armed with a spear walked in to report.
The speech was naturally in aboriginal language, which Zhang Jing and Noleta could not understand.
The fat chief was fine one second, and then got angry the next and shouted out the door: "@#~*&..."
Then four tribesmen rushed in and tied up the two fake doctors.
Neither Zhang Jing nor Candela understood the reason until they saw Harrison Jones, who also played Doctors Without Borders, working for the Silky Country.
It’s so shitty, everyone seems to only play doctor.
"Mr. Harlinson," Candela asked angrily, "why are you here?"
"That's right," Harrison, who was in his fifties and didn't know what shame meant, confessed, "I'm following you."
Soon, Zhang Jing, Candela and Harrison saw Noleta, Thomas and other eleven people in the open space in the middle of the tribe, similar to the 'Tribal Square'.
They were also tied up with five flowers.
Suddenly seeing Zhang Jing and the others, Noleta and Thomas had wonderful expressions.
After a few short conversations, Noleta and Thomas understood the reason for their sudden arrest.
It turns out that Zhang Jing and Candela also played Doctors Without Borders, as did Harrison Jones.
The three waves of people are all Doctors Without Borders. They are obviously fake. No wonder they were arrested.
"I know what you want." When speaking, the fat chief changed his previous confusion and his eyes were full of wisdom. "Give up now and I will let you go."
Thomas immediately asked, "What if we don't give up?"
"I will also open the way for you to meet - God."
Everyone, including Zhang Jing, looked at each other in confusion. There must be a monster when things go wrong. Some things may not be as good as imagined.
Judging from the expression on the fat black chief's face, it was clear that he knew a lot and had bad intentions.
Not willing to remain ignorant, Zhang Jing tentatively reminded, "Miss Candela is the youngest daughter of the founder of Second Software. If something happens to her, someone will tear down your tribe."
Everyone, including Candela, looked at Zhang Jing. From the bottom of their hearts, everyone thought this reminder was really good.
As expected, the black fat chief hesitated.
When Candela's identity was confirmed, Chief Black Fat's attitude changed 180 degrees and everyone was kicked out of the Bayado tribe.
Some people died, but not completely...
