The devastated eyes were full of devastation. This was the first impression Zhou Ming and his friends had after returning to Tukant. The air here was filled with the smell of smoke, just like what they had asked in Iraq. Several houses not far away turned into broken walls, scattered with gravel rubble all over the ground, and the flames buried under the gravel and unwilling to be extinguished, a curling of smoke emerged.

More than a dozen Indians were cleaning up the rubble, and several Indians were crying and wailing at several corpses. Some Indians were wandering in a daze, like walking corpses, and a sense of despair came to their faces.

Damn we only walked for a long time, what happened here

This was Zhou Ming and their first thought after seeing this scene. The Indian guide beside them ran over with a scream, as if there was his home in the bombed house over there.

Suddenly, a group of Indians walked out of the tribe and wanted to carry away the remaining bodies in front of them. The leader Zhou Ming knew him. He was Flegg's younger brother and he could speak Spanish, so Zhou Ming immediately went over and asked the hyena to ask him what was going on.

Today we defended ourselves with our own hands, but the enemies were very powerful. They had magic bullets with black tails. One magic bullet collapsed several of our houses. The explosion was so loud that it could deaf people. That was terrible, like the end of the world in the prophecy.

Flegg's younger brother said loudly incoherently. He was very excited. After talking and gestured for a long time, Zhou Ming and the others understood the causes and consequences of today's events.

Simply put, when Zhou Ming and his friends left Tucante in the morning, Flag and the Great Shaman made the decision to attack the trading company after inquiring about the will of the gods.

In the morning, Flag set out with dozens of strong Indians. The attack was very smooth. They burned the trading company at a trading point near Tucante in less than an hour. But when they returned triumphantly and were about to hold a celebration banquet at noon, the trading company's revenge came. Several Jefferson's private soldiers carried the RPG rocket launcher and blew up several houses.

What are you doing? You know that they have their own private army, but why do you still have such a conflict with them? Zhou Ming asked incomprehensiblely.

Isn’t this what Mr. Zhou Ming told us, is we have to rely on ourselves to settle all this? His answer was blankly.

I asked you to change by yourself, but Zhou Ming was surprised, but then Zhou Ming calmed down and asked again, "Okay, what about your brother Chief Flegg, I'll go and agree to him."

Flegg's younger brother told Zhou Ming that he was injured in this attack to protect the tribe and is now receiving treatment from a shaman.

After receiving this news, Zhou Ming took them to find Flegg without saying a word. He was in the tribe square at this time, with hundreds of Indians sitting in the square, and Flegg's family kept begging for heaven. The tribe's shaman was burning fire and grilling the blades on his hands, then digging out the bullets from Flegg's body, and applying their special herbs.

Tell Zhou Ming that although the Indians were backward in their culture, they were at least correct in the way they deal with gunshot wounds.

It was only later that they realized that this was because they often had conflicts with Mexican military and police in the past, and they had been dealt with gunshot wounds for hundreds of years. After so long, they naturally knew what to do.

But after everything was handled, it was a bit unnecessary for these Indians to pray for God's blessing.

Zhou Ming and Zhou Ming looked at all this quietly. After their ceremony was over and Flag was helped back to his room, Zhou Ming and the others followed him.

Chief Flegg, I don’t understand why you are attacking the trading company? In the morning, didn’t you know that the other party had weapons in his hands? And I said that you would wait for me to come back? I have already gone to Pansas City to find a signal to help you contact and help. Why can’t you wait for me? Zhou Ming asked him.

Faced with the questions raised by Zhou Ming, Flegg smiled and told him: I think Mr. Zhou Ming, you are right. Our business is that we should solve it with our own hands. As for the trading company, since they bully us, why can't we teach them a lesson?

Mr. Chief, don’t tell me that you are so generous and just to vent your anger. Zhou Ming asked.

Before Flegg could answer this time, his younger brother said first: Those damn guys, they actually treat us as slaves, and they want to enslave us through their seeds, and we must teach them a lesson

Flegg also clenched his fists and said: We are for our women and children, we want to tell them that we Indians are not easy to mess with.

After listening to their answers, Zhou Ming suddenly felt that he was really defeated by their innocence.

However, Zhou Ming had no time to say anything, and suddenly another Indian came in to report to Fleig. Zhou Ming couldn't understand their Indian language, but judging from their expressions and the fact that Fleig went out immediately without caring about his injuries, Zhou Ming knew that something great must have happened.

So Zhou Ming followed Flegg out to the main entrance of the tribe. Now there are many people surrounding here. Flegg's arrival made them all make a way. When they walked ahead, they knew what was going on.

That was a shocking scene

On the ground in front of them, several terrible corpses were randomly thrown there. From the appearance of these corpses, they were all Indian children from Tukant. One of them, Zhou Ming, still had the impression that they were the little girl who toasted him yesterday and taught him to sing Indian songs. However, this little girl has now become a bloody corpse.

Her eyes were dug out, and her tongue fell abnormally outside her mouth. There was only one tongue tendon connected. She had just developed so that her chest was cut off, leaving only two blood holes, and her belly was cut open. Her green intestines were just flowing outside, and two wooden sticks were inserted underneath. Her legs were twisted unnaturally, and her bones and joints were obviously broken. Seeing her tragic situation of being tortured, her scalp was numb.

The situation of the other children is not better than that of this little girl. There are even two children who are in a worse condition. They are cut into several sections, making it hard to know how to splice his head and his body.

Zhou Ming felt like something was blocked. Although he knew from the Internet that drug dealers and evil forces in Mexico would abuse and kill civilians, it was a very distant country after all. Zhou Ming just looked at it as a curiosity article, but now when these things are right in front of him, the shock to people is unparalleled.

These are still a few children. They were still alive last night. They were still singing and dancing beside them, but now they have become the most cruel and cruel souls to death.

This was just thrown here by them. They said that this is the result of our daring to provoke them. They also said that because of our provocative actions, our interest will double this year. If we don't pay the interest again next week, they will come back and kill all the men in our tribe and capture all the women.

When they came to attack the tribe, the children disappeared. They should have taken the opportunity to take advantage of the chaos and then killed them in the nearby forest.

These Indians reported to Flegg one by one. Zhou Ming saw tears flowing from the corners of Flegg's eyes, but he quickly wiped the tears away, and then ordered his brother: Don't say anything, put away these children first, and wait until the great shaman prays for them, and then buried them in the Cachell Forest with other dead compatriots.

Fleger's younger brother silently took the order, and then called others to bring a rag to wrap the children and take them away.

Flegg said at this time: Mr. Zhou Ming, I feel very sorry for letting you see such a scene, so I have some things to deal with. Please go back to the room first and I will deal with it before going to find you.

In fact, even if Flegg didn't say anything, Zhou Ming didn't plan to say anything else. After all, things have developed to this point now. Zhou Ming wanted to tell them that he did not ask them to take revenge. What he wanted to say was to let them learn knowledge, that was that his mind was squeezed by the door. So in the end, Zhou Ming and the others went back to their room without saying anything.

I really didn't expect things to develop to this point. It seems that the conflict between these Indians and Jefferson's big capitalists is more complicated than we imagined. I also understand where Jefferson's private army came from. Zhou Ming said.

Mr. Zhou Ming, it seems that what you thought about before was that Indians would not work. At least in this situation, it is impossible to say anything to calm them down.

Their conflict has always been complicated. In fact, it is not the first time I know about such things. Carlos also said.

Hyena said even more indignantly: Those damn capitalists, shit trading companies, they actually did such a thing, they should go to hell, and ask me to tell me that we should go to fuck him, and fight that trading company to the sky

The hyena just finished speaking, but she was not angry and slapped him: Why did you do this happen this time? It was the result of their blind attack on the trading company today. Now the private army of the trading company is still there. If you ask these Indians to go again, isn’t this kind of tragedy happening again? Is there anything else in your head besides doing it?

But Zhou Ming said: No, this time I agree with Hyena's words, they just want to fuck him

Zhou Ming's words surprised everyone. Zhou Ming continued: Do you know that I haven't been as angry as I am now in the past few years. Whether it was Brighton's targeted by the Brooke and the Adams family, or later going to San Francisco to see the shameless struggles of the Down family, but now when I see those miscellaneous people treating a few children like this, I'm angry.

I think it shouldn't be me. Anyone who still has a passion should be angry, endure humiliation, swallow the front teeth, and use commercial means to retaliate against them. All of these are all terrible. I just want to slap them back. If they dare to abuse and kill these children, we will use violence to kill them and kill their whole family
Chapter completed!