Zhang Jing didn't know that two silly girls were treating their lives as toys outside.
While accompanying Liang Jieyang, I received Facebook text messages and several pictures from the adventurer Candela.
There are three pictures in total. The first picture is of a crocodile trapped in a metal cage.
The second picture is of half a human being.
The third picture is a blood-stained and eerie indoor corridor.
'The Queensland Research Institute was brutally massacred. More than 20 researchers and security guards were killed. Three kilometers around the research institute have been sealed off. The yamen are hiring excellent hunters from all over the world with high salaries. '
After scanning the information at a glance, Zhang Jing saw that the captured crocodile was No. 17.
Feeling that things are not that simple, I made an appointment with Candela, said goodbye to Liang Jieyang, left Istanbul, and flew to Brisbane, a city in the east of Tu'ao.
After landing, I bought a car first, a second-hand black Camouflage, and waited for Candela, Barry, and Wesker in half a day.
Barry and Wesker are Candela's treasure-hunting assistants. They are just assistants and do not 'go to the grave'.
"Let's form a team," shouted Kandra, who looked exactly like the protagonist in Tomb Raider, at the exit of the airport, "We will definitely earn commissions from the local government for catching crocodiles!"
Zhang Jing understood that what Candela valued was not the 'commission', but the adventure process.
"Let's go," Zhang Jing patted the second-hand Kamoula he bought, "The Queensland Research Institute is still 900 kilometers away from here."
"No need to drive," Candela introduced, "Barry and Wesker have already contacted the small plane."
The car is left in the parking lot for next time.
Ninety minutes later, a group of four people took a small cargo plane to a small city called Cairns with a population of only about 5,000.
It is such a small city, but in its suburbs, there is a research institute built in the mountains.
Barry and Wesker were responsible for finding cars, buying equipment, and reporting to the government.
Zhang Jing and Candela rested in the hotel to catch up on jet lag. They took a five-hour nap in the afternoon and went to a nearby tavern in the evening.
The soil and water support the people, and with just one glance, Zhang Jing could tell that most of the people in the tavern were outsiders.
"Look," a bearded man sang, holding a beer mug high, "there's a new adventurer coming!"
Candela chuckled, walked to the bar and asked the boss, "Two glasses of rock beer."
The tavern owner was a little old man. He took out two large glasses of about 800 ml and poured a 500 ml glass of rock beer into each.
Taking a swig of beer, Candela readily praised, "It's such a good thing, I can never get enough of it."
"It's just that the price is relatively expensive," a strong man in his forties with fair skin immediately answered, "7.9 Australian dollars a bottle."
Candela looked at the stranger, "You are also a bounty hunter, right?"
"Yes, I have a team of four."
"Sounds very powerful," Candela inquired and asked, "Has anyone lost their lives in the last one to three days?"
"There is a three-person team from South Africa that has been missing for two days," the forty-year-old white-skinned man laughed. "They actually left at midnight."
Candela asked back, "Sounds like trouble?"
"It's more trouble than it actually is. They occupy the institute now," said a burly man in his forties with fair skin. "Otherwise we wouldn't be drinking here."
Candela probably understood the difficulty of the task.
To sum up: it’s hard to make money, but the risk of losing one’s life is high.
Zhang Jing listened confused and occupied the research institute?
Does the crocodile also want to live in a villa?
At noon the next day, as the sun was blazing, Zhang Jing and Candela were stopped by four security police on their way to the institute in the mountains.
Only those who have registered with the Yamen can pass.
Barry and Swick had completed the reporting process yesterday afternoon.
After verifying Zhang Jing and Candela's IDs, the security police handed over a stun gun and a net gun, reminding them: "They are more cunning than hunters, and many people have been killed."
"I suddenly regretted taking this trip," Candela said in a worried tone after returning to the car, "Everyone was telling me it was dangerous."
"The weird thing is," Candela sat in the passenger seat and looked sideways at Zhang Jing who was driving, "You have always been very careful, why didn't you persuade me to go back this time?"
Zhang Jing had a bright smile on his face, "Because I think crocodiles don't eat rich people."
Candela's expression was dark, this joke was not funny.
After driving forward three kilometers, the car arrived at the outskirts of the institute and stopped outside the electric gate.
Worried that he would not be able to escape quickly enough, Zhang Jing pointed the front of the car in the direction from which he came.
It makes sense that there are not only Zhang Jing and Candela here, but also five other white people and three yellow people.
"The research institute is very large," the white team that arrived first said, "We have three teams, each entering the main building from one place."
Zhang Jing looked at the non-lethal weapons in their hands with wonderful expressions, and couldn't help but asked curiously, "So many people have died, why doesn't the Yamen allow the use of automatic rifles?"
“Because some people don’t want them to die,” the leader of the three yellow men’s team put it to the point, “alive crocodiles are more valuable than dead ones;
This is why the local government employs foreigners like us, because the cost of death is low. "
Zhang Jing was speechless, as expected it was all the money's fault.
An agreement was reached, and then the drawing of lots began, and five white people were drawn to enter the main building from the underground garage.
Three Asian men entered the main building by searching the buildings on the left.
Zhang Jing and Candela were drawn to search the building complex on the right and enter the main building.
"OK," the middle-aged man who led the team of five white men shouted in encouragement, "God bless us - make us rich!"
Zhang Jing saw in their eyes a strong desire to make money, and even looked down upon life and death.
After simple preparation, Zhang Jing entered the research institute with everyone with a Taser stun gun in his hand.
According to the pre-distribution method, the three teams went separately.
After passing the entrance green area, Zhang Jing and Candela arrived outside the glass door of a building similar to an exhibition room.
The glass has been broken, and there is a lot of dried blood on the ground, all of which portends ominous!
"I really admire those idiots in the Yamen," Candela said as he conjured a 9mm pistol from his waist. "Fortunately, I brought a real guy with me!"
Zhang Jing saw that Candela had other weapons early on, so he didn't care and carefully looked at the situation in front of him.
The exhibition room is relatively empty, and at a glance, there is no danger. 33
Then we searched the next door, which was obviously a security room. There were a lot of scattered uniforms and helmets on the ground, and there were also a lot of dried bloodstains here.
Holding guns in both hands, Candela was alert while chatting, "It feels a bit like the set of 'The Walking Dead'."
"Think too much," Zhang Jing warned, "They may be a little scarier than the walking dead."
Candela carefully avoided the broken glass, "You know?"
"You guessed it," Zhang Jing explained, "Crocodiles are wild animals. They are guarding the research institute, which makes people confused. They must have some agenda. This shows that they are very smart."
Before Candela could speak, there was a faint scream coming from the direction of the underground garage.
Some people died, but not completely...
