Big Monster

As the only harvest in two months, this black anaconda can't die.

Besides Potter, no one wanted to guard the black anaconda.

Not because of fear, but because even if they guard the anaconda and send the anaconda safely out of Borneo, there will be no reward.

But what if the black anaconda died?

Hehe, I don't know what the boss behind the mercenary team said, but Harry will definitely skin that guy!

As for why Potter, and not someone else?

There were only two mutants in the team. Whether it was to avoid suspicion or to better complete the tasks Harry ordered, Potter was the best choice.

Potter wasn't annoyed, or rather he knew it was useless to be annoyed.

Looking at the vegetables, fruits, and various canned meats on the table, Potter swallowed, but in the end he only took a dry and hard baguette.

A peaceful day began. Although the sun had just risen, the temperature in Borneo rose at a speed visible to the naked eye. Potter bit the baguette with a dull expression, and took a sip of cold water from time to time to send the baguette into his stomach.

After about ten minutes, the baguette in his hand was swallowed by Potter.

Half squatting on the ground, leaning back against the wall, curled up, looking at eating at the dining table, apparently having no time to take care of your "companions"?

Potter carefully took out his favorite branch.

What puzzled Potter was that today's black anaconda didn't plead and neigh like in the past, which made him frown involuntarily.

The branch poked on the black scales, and the motionless anaconda made Potter panic. He remembered what Harry said to himself yesterday.

He didn't care if the snake died, but Potter knew he didn't want to.

Following the bullet hole in the python's tail, Potter ruthlessly stabbed the branch in. Seeing the black anaconda's body twitching suddenly because of the pain, Potter let out a long sigh of relief.

Immediately, for some reason, a look of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

The branch just pulled out pierced the anaconda's body again.

While stabbing, while holding it in his mouth:

"Stab you to death, stab you to death, let you bully me, stab you to death..."

It stands to reason that the black anaconda should neigh in pain under its own torture.

But today, for some reason, half of the branch was stained red with blood, but apart from the initial twitching, Potter found nothing, which made his eyes confused.

Without the resistance and neighing of the black anaconda, everything seemed so dull to Potter.Just the moment when he and the black anaconda looked at each other?

For some reason, Potter shivered subconsciously.

Chapter 409 Rainstorm

Delusion?

Potter looked suspiciously at the black anaconda in front of him, trying to see something in the other's eyes, but after looking at it for a long time, he found nothing in the end.

The muddy snake pupils are still so lifeless, like a walking dead.

But for some unknown reason, Potter, who squatted down, never touched the black anaconda with the branch in his hand, as if a voice was warning him that something terrible would happen if he did so!

But can he really hold back?

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the weather in Borneo during the rainy season was capricious.

The sky was still clear in the morning, and a cloud drifted past at noon. In just over half an hour, the river channel ushered in a downpour.

The ferry boat broke down, and the water level caused by the rain soared, turning the already dangerous Borneo River into a desperate situation full of murderous opportunities.

"Boom"

A bolt of lightning flashed across the top of his head, as if sticking to his scalp.

Looking at the dark clouds that have not dissipated over the river for a long time, these mercenaries in the cabin have a bit of lingering fear on their faces.

After all, this is the mighty force of nature, a terrifying force that cannot be resisted by human beings.

I don't know if it was because of the loud raindrops outside the window, or because of the thunder just now. Harry, who was sleeping on the second floor, came down rubbing the scabs at the corners of his eyes. He took out his wallet from the small leather bag hanging on his belt Silver flagon.

The hot liquor entered his throat, and the burning sensation shocked him.

Looking at the gloomy sky outside, Harry spit out irritably: "Shet, this damn weather!"

The deputy captain, Malfoy, took Harry's flagon with great insight and filled it up with high-strength alcohol: "Boss, I stopped the boat. It is too dangerous to sail in this weather. You were sleeping at the time, so it's embarrassing." wake you up."

Harry waved his hand. Although he is a mutant, Malfoy is not Potter. As his vice-captain, Malfoy is trustworthy in terms of ability and character.

Besides, Malfoy was his vice-captain, so it was impossible for him to reprimand him like he scolded his grandson.

So he waved his hand: "It's okay, I don't worry about your work."

Malfoy smiled. Although Harry didn't say anything, he still took out a glass jar: "Boss, would you like some pickles to go with the wine? I found it in the kitchen just now."

Harry is of mixed race, his mother is from America and his father is from bear country.However, considering that there are not many pure bloods in the United States, Harry should be regarded as a mixed blood among mixed bloods.

But his father is a standard big man in the country of bears. As a rugby player, although he is not well-known, he is also close to two meters tall. This may be why Harry hates people who are much taller than himself.

Because during the years when he was growing up, his father often showed disappointing eyes to him because of his height.

Of course, while Harry's relationship with his family is average, there are some things he inherited from his father, such as Harry's heavy drinking and Russian pickles, which are loved by all men in Bear Country.

A sip of pickled cucumber and a sip of vodka, Harry squinted his eyes comfortably, and even dissipated a lot of the waking up due to lack of sleep, just looking at the pouring rain outside.

Seeming to have thought of something, Harry asked, "What happened to that snake?"

Malfoy sat on the chair, took out a piece of dried meat from his arms, and tore it into his mouth one by one: "I let Potter take care of it."

Harry rolled his eyes, and kicked the leg of the chair under Malfoy's butt angrily: "Aren't you afraid that that kid Potter will kill the snake?"

Don't look at Harry who is drinking or sleeping all day long, but everything that happened on the boat can't be hidden from his eyes. For example, the seemingly honest and honest Potter is actually a pervert who likes to cruelty to animals.

Not only Harry knows this, but Malfoy, the vice-captain, also knows this. However, facing Harry's rhetorical question, he waved his hands disapprovingly:

"It's okay. Although that kid is a pervert, he has very little courage. He doesn't dare to do too much."

Bean-sized rainwater fell on the window, making a crackling sound.

After taking a sip of the high spirits, Harry asked thoughtfully, "How long has it been raining?"

Looking at the two-finger-wide jerky in his hand, Malfoy, who was too lazy to continue tearing it off, threw the jerky into his mouth, and then patted the seasoning stuck in his hand: