The leisurely countryside of the live broadcasting mountain master

Chapter 258 The Escape Plan
Huzi walked up to Doubi Killer, shook the gun in his hand, and shouted in a low voice: "You are a dick!"

This sentence means, what's the matter with you?

Based on cultural differences, ahem, mainly due to differences in education levels, rough people have a special way of speaking, and it is difficult for small people like Doubi Killer to understand.

But this does not hinder the communication between the two parties. After all, even if there is a language barrier, gestures can be made. This communication barrier can still be overcome.

So Doubi Killer groaned and said: "Brother, my stomach is uncomfortable, I want to relieve it."

Huzi's gun was always hung on his chest, and he was always vigilant.

Watching is no child's play, no one knows what dangers there will be in the mountains at night, especially their actions this time, they are both poachers and killers, very dangerous.

Who knows if there are any accomplices to rescue these people, if a thief raids the camp in the middle of the night, it will be a fatal event.

If there is a raider, the first target of the raider is the sentry post.

Therefore, as a sentry, the responsibility is very important, and it is also very dangerous.

But no matter whether you are in danger or not, the sentry must complete the task of warning, even if you burp, you must convey the information to your teammates.

Funny Bi Killer put forward a big explanation, which is obviously a situation.

We must be more vigilant in this situation, because accidents happen at this time in TV dramas.

Huzi doesn't want to be killed by others without saying a word, like the tricksters on TV.

He must at least make a huge noise before being killed, so that he can be regarded as a hero after all, and the death can be regarded as heroic.

He picked up the rifle vigilantly, with his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any time to warn his teammates.

Doubi Killer was taken aback: "Brother, don't be nervous, I just want to shit!"

"Hold on!"

Huzi replied without thinking.

More things are worse than less things, the shit that can hold back is good shit.

Doubi Killer was a little stunned, he really wanted to have a bowel movement, how could he hold back such a thing?
"Brother, do you know that people have three urgencies?"

Doubi Killer began to reason with Huzi.

Huzi really became interested: "Which level three?"

The funny killer said: "Poop and shit! How can you hold back this kind of thing!"

Huzi thought about it for a while, and retorted: "Why can't I hold it back anymore, those young girls never fart now!"

Doubi Killer was stunned, he found that the turtle in front of him was right, he could indeed hold his fart.

"Okay, let's not talk about this person's three urgent problems, I will just talk about my shit...how can I hold back my shit."

"Why can't I hold it anymore? I hold it sometimes, and it takes a whole day to pass. If I don't poop for two or three days, I won't die."

Huzi retorted plausibly, holding his gun at the same time, looked around vigilantly, and then said to Doubi Killer: "You just hold it back for me honestly, don't play tricks."

Doubi Killer was stunned, he had never tried to hold back a poop for two or three days.

The main reason is that he already has a desire to defecate, but after talking with Huzi about defecating, the urge to defecate becomes stronger and stronger.

"No, brother, I've been holding back all day today, I really can't hold back anymore, my stomach is uncomfortable, I have diarrhea..."

Doubi Killer rubbed vigorously on the ground a few times, and let out a loud fart.

Huzi frowned, this kid seemed to be really unable to hold back, even his fart sound was not so pure anymore.

He carefully observed the surroundings again. Those trees were still a certain distance from the water bank. Under the strong light of the drone, there seemed to be no hiding place for the trees on the edge.

There is no abnormality around, and the camp is safe for the time being.

Although Killer Doubt was tied up, the silver needles on his arms were still not pulled out, but after some tossing, those silver needles were almost bent.

Yu Yishan said that it doesn't have any effect, just don't worry about those silver needles.

Huzi thought for a while, and decided to untie the tied rope, and let this funny killer solve the excretion problem by himself.

He felt that Yu Yishan's silver needles could guarantee the safety of this excretion process.

Just relying on this killer whose hands have been disabled, without the reinforcements of his accomplices, he can't play any tricks in front of him.

I mainly have to be alert to the movement around me, to prevent this kid from having any accomplices hiding in the dark to spy on me, and just wait for this opportunity to make trouble...

I'm not easy to mess with!

Huzi slapped himself hard, and then untied the knot on the rope.

This process was a bit laborious, he could only put the gun behind his back, and squatted in front of Doubi Killer to complete this operation.

Yu Yishan had already noticed that the two were discussing the issue of excrement and fart, but he kept ignoring it.

There were no people hiding in the woods within a hundred meters, which could be detected by the little rabbit's thermal sensor, so he didn't have to worry about someone sneaking up on the temporary camp.

As for the funny killer, both arms are almost useless, if Huzi can't even look down on a crippled person... then he deserves to suffer a little and get a lesson.

Yu Yishan remained silent, pretending to be in a deep sleep, watching the performance of this funny killer, and pointed the camera of the drone at him.

Today's broadcast is relatively early, because everyone has to rest and there is nothing to broadcast live.

So now it's just after twelve o'clock, and many people in the live broadcast room have left, but there are also many people who are hanging up, occasionally come to take a look, and just happened to see this good show.

Huzi untied the knot of the rope, then took two steps back with the gun in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Get up by yourself... well, slow down and put your hands where I can see them."

This routine was learned by Huzi in the movies, and it is a routine often used by American police.

Huzi often sighs that the people of the United States live in such a dire and dangerous environment that even the police have to be so careful in enforcing the law.

It is conceivable that their people are always facing the threat of shooting, and even the police are not immune.

A small conflict can lead to a gunfight, because everyone has a gun, and everyone has a gun.

When they were angry and lost their minds, what they held were not kitchen knives, but various firearms.

No wonder those black nobles were shot by the police every time they moved, because they made too many small movements, and they had to dance with hands and feet when they said a word, as if they were rapping at any time.

Accidentally frightened the police, and then the police opened fire.

(End of this chapter)