Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

The camel caravan arrived on the No.15 day of the race.

At that time, the whole village was still immersed in silence. Jennifer and Nadia huddled together on the same kang, shoulder to shoulder and head to head. After talking all night, they fell into a deep sleep.

The night watchman of the village was the first to hear the camel bell and the noisy human voice. He rang the bucket hanging on the well, and the sound of metal knocking shattered the peace of the desert.

The camel team stepped into the oasis in the faint morning light and chose another high ground to station.

The leader of the caravan flicked a short whip and ordered the leading white camel to kneel down at the marked point, as if pushing a domino, and the camels behind it also knelt down one by one amidst the businessman's yelling.

After everything was settled, hundreds of dromedary and bactrian camels gathered by the oasis.They have been trained long ago not to make any strange noises, nor to be frightened and run around by strangers or some small animals. Now one or two are chewing leisurely, waiting for the owner to unload their food. Unload the goods that have been dropped, and reload the resources that need to be replenished.

It's a pity that keeping one's place and keeping one's own doesn't mean that it won't bring troubles to the environment.

The stench from the camels was indescribable. The smell of the animal itself was mixed with the smell of excrement, as well as the salty smell of fur and salt in the cargo. This made Jennifer, who had just gotten up and walked out of the shed, change her face, and she walked out of the shed. Turning around, yawning again, he walked back into the shed.

She was not the only victim. The children of the Tuareg tribe hid behind the fence and twisted their noses, as if they were not camels but hell, and even the waterfowl by the lake were smothered. He leaned back, wobbled and flew away towards the opposite bank in a piercing manner.

Nadia and Jennifer watched with cast awe as the matriarch marched up to the caravan.

"That's Manuel, he controls half of the caravans in the desert, he is almost a caliph on the yellow sand." Nadia whispered science, "They say that Manuel can fight with whales and giants in the sea The lions on the grasslands make deals, and even the stars in the sky will pluck off the corners and exchange them for gold coins from him."

"Sounds great." Jennifer said objectively.

Camel caravans have played an extremely important role in history. Whether it is the ancient Silk Road that sailed from Asia or the golden salt road across the entire Sahara, they were once very prosperous and made a lot of money for the operators. when full.

This grand occasion of caravans continued until the beginning of the [-]th century. With the development of modern means of transportation and the continuous colonization of Western countries, the number of camel caravans in the Sahara Desert dropped sharply. Today, there are only a few dozen teams. Still insist on walking through the desert.

Businessmen believe that there are places where airplanes cannot land, cars cannot drive deep into the desert, and only silent camels can carry goods across the yellow hell of North Africa year after year.

That's why camels are called "ships of the desert".

But even the ship of the desert is only a guest of the desert, not its master.They cannot stay in the depths of the Sahara for a long time. They can only carry merchants and goods and stop at one stop like a bus. They not only transport salt and mineral deposits to the destination, but also bring them to the nomadic peoples who have lived near the oasis for generations on the waterway. necessities.

The caravan that Manuel personally followed was the main salt caravan.They started north of Igil, passed through the Shesh Desert, Azelik, the Lake Chad region, and finally went to Sudan.

Nadia only knew that Jennifer needed to leave the Sahara, not that she was on a mission, so she couldn't understand why her eyes lit up when she heard "Lake Chad."

The Lake Chad region is an animal paradise, the wetlands are home to more than 150 species of fish, and the savannah inhabits more than 70 species of mammals, including flocks of birds and countless insects... For Jennifer This is simply sending charcoal in the snow, never crossing the boat, meeting the rain after a long drought, and giving pillows when drowsy.

When will you not go now?

The small calculations in her heart were already clattering, and now she couldn't help but show a little yearning look on her face.She narrowed her eyes and observed the "meeting" between the matriarch and the caravan owner for a while, then cleared her throat and asked, "Natia, do you know what you need to pay for following them?"

"We might need a few sheep if we're going, but you might be free if you're going." Nadia said confidently. "Mom said Manuel likes to make friends, especially big ones. It's not peaceful everywhere now." , and only Manuel, who has friends all over the world, dares to go into business."

Jennifer blinked: "But I have seen other rioters, and they don't look like they would stop and talk. Even if Manuel knows a lot of people, there will always be times when the gutter capsizes and is overturned by some squad, right? "

She felt a little regretful after saying this.

Nadia on the opposite side is still a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl. Why talk about gun violence and death with such a young girl?Might as well go out and ask the matriarch yourself or hook up with Manuel directly.

But just when she wanted to change the subject, this "little girl" shocked her with a serious expression that did not match her age.Nadia first looked around to make sure that no caravan members were near the hut, then pointed to a small group of people in the corner of the camel caravan with her fingers on her knees, and said in a low voice: "Manuel has him the jackal."

"Jackal?"

"Those are... killers, assassins, mercenaries, whatever you want to call them. Mom said that large caravans always hire people to escort them, and Manuel's people are called jackals. Jackals are the waterways The scavenger on the sky will wipe out all unstable factors."

The explanation was nice and powerful, but it confused Jennifer even more.

"If I understand correctly, jackals are bodyguards," she asked, "but facing a bunch of nomads with live ammunition, as long as one bullet hits the target, everything will be over. How can they guarantee the absolute safety of their employers? "

Nadia shrugged.

Judging from their understanding of each other after being together for several days, this action means "I don't know", "The teacher didn't teach", "My parents didn't tell me".

The little girl seemed very ashamed that she didn't know this, but before she could say anything, the matriarch had turned and led Manuel in this direction, and Qiqi entered the small hut.

Jennifer stood up with dignity.

The matriarch said, "This is—"

"No need to introduce." Manuel rolled his eyes ambiguously, "I know who she is." The preceding words were in French, but here they suddenly changed into English with a somewhat strange emphasis. "Miss Davis, I've known you for a long time. It's a pleasure to meet you in this big desert. I guess you are participating in "Wilderness Challenge"? My son really likes watching your show."

It's really talking about people when you see people, and talking about ghosts when you see ghosts.

But Jennifer couldn't deny that his friendliness had made her slightly less vigilant.She also smiled and reached out to shake him. "I've been well taken care of here, and the desert isn't so scary in the company of my friends. But as it happens, Monsieur Manuel, I heard you're going to Lake Chad..."

"We'd love to take you for a ride," Manuel said immediately.

Jennifer noticed that he and the matriarch exchanged a look, as if they were not surprised by the request.She kept her doubts in her heart, and immediately thanked the other party for her generosity, and made another request—to buy additional supplies from the caravan for the oasis tribe.

"I've been a guest here for a while," she said politely. "I don't know what I can do for the tribe, but I think you know what they need."

This is true.

No one knows what the Horde needs better than the caravan leader.

Jennifer doesn't like to be in debt, and she doesn't like to be in debt, and she never feels that anyone should help her unconditionally.So when she saw a chance of repayment, she immediately reached an agreement with the caravan without hesitation.

After the agreement was reached, not to mention Nadia who was overjoyed and the matriarch who was also beaming, even the villagers who heard the news were kind to her.There is no righteousness in the business, but now that the business is done, Manuel even personally led Jennifer to the camel caravan, and personally selected a camel for her that was said to be "walking very steadily".

After 10 minutes of staring at the friendly white camel, Jennifer finally looked away with the corners of her mouth twitching.

Coincidentally at this time, Unit 15 Buddy ended hibernation and turned on on the hour—[Day 77: The number of survivors is [-]. 】

The corners of Jennifer's mouth twitched even more.

***

Manuel's caravan set off on the evening of No. 16.

They only stayed in the oasis for one day to replenish some fresh water.The entire caravan consisted of twenty merchants. The tribe slaughtered a few sheep as a treat, and sent them out of the oasis the next day.

Jennifer's white camel is in the middle of the team, which is safer than the back section, which is at risk of falling behind at any time.After a few days of hiking before the race, she was content with the decadent capitalist enjoyment of camel riding, and this time around she didn't have to worry about being taken to some eccentric tribe to be shot.

There's just one thing that really bothers her.

The goods carried by the camels in front did not look like salt at all. The few bags of hard objects looked like boxes of something, and judging from the exposed traces, they were still boxes stuffed with shock-absorbing foam.

She thought of her last minutes in the oasis tribe.

At that time, the child Nadia cried into tears, but somehow still remembered to justify the predicament of not knowing the inside story, so she hiccupped and whispered in her ear:

"Mum told me they brought enough stuff and enough people. Mom also told me that Manuel used to only transport salt, and now everyone is relying on him to protect themselves."

These words gave Jennifer three important messages.

First, some of the things that these caravans are transporting now are not visible.

Second, the armed forces of the oasis tribe probably came from these things.

Thirdly, the jackals in the team are really hard to mess with. They are the kind that even the aggressive Tuareg people say they are hard to mess with.

Any of the above three points can make Interpol jump with excitement, but Jennifer keeps her eyes open and pretends that nothing happened, she doesn't see any abnormalities, and she doesn't know anything about the inside story. Hello everyone, good day All right, all right, all troubles gone.

But this meddling spirit was quickly broken by her keen intuition.

As I said before, Jennifer relied on this sense of crisis to save her own life in countless life-and-death moments, but at this moment, in a huge camel caravan, this feeling of hair standing on end struck again.

The source of the air-conditioning is at the back.

There were three jackals hanging far away at the end of the caravan. They were all so tightly wrapped that they couldn't even see their faces. They didn't say much along the way, and they only showed a little more when they stopped to drink water and eat. skin.

According to Nadia, these people are killers, assassins, and mercenaries.Jennifer has heard of such people in the past, and most of them have caused big troubles. In the end, they either hide their names, or join a pirate fleet or a desert caravan. Protect yourself too.

The Sahara Desert is a restricted area of ​​life for more than 90.00% of the people, but I have never heard of a policeman chasing him into the depths of the desert. Therefore, it is normal for desperadoes to gather near the salt mines and wait for work.It takes several months to take a trip. After a few months, who knows who is who?

However, this situation is normal, and it does not mean that everyone who meets this situation is normal.

Relying on her worldwide fame, her proficiency in Arabic, and her superb affinity performance, Jennifer finally got the information she wanted from a young businessman on the 18th day of the start.

"That's what happened." He said mysteriously, "See there, those are real blood-licking people. Abdullah has been with us for three years, and he can skin a man alive in a few minutes." Man...Zone's marksmanship is better than any olympic champion you've ever seen...Rackett is the most ferocious animal I've ever seen in my life...and that, they Call him Ukabi."

"Ukabi?" Jennifer also lowered her voice.

"Ukabi." The young businessman said with a sneer. "In the language of some ethnic groups, it means 'cold-blooded'. He came halfway. About eight or nine days ago, we ran into him in Ta'aza." .He got into a lot of trouble begging Manuel to take him into the desert for nothing."

"Eight or nine days ago." Jennifer repeated, with a faint guess in her heart.

Her eyes met the man in the brown turban from a long distance away.Those so-called blood-licking people couldn't be indifferent to her beauty, but this "Ukabi" never gave her a look, as if deliberately ignoring something—or, as if deliberately not wanting to attract her attention .

There must be a ghost in it.

Jennifer squinted her eyes, suppressed the conjecture in her heart, and prepared to find a chance to test it out.

***

She did not expect that the opportunity would come so quickly.

"Wilderness Challenge" stipulates that unless the players are active overnight, the camera crew will stop at night.On the night of the No. 19 start of the race, it was rare for the camel team to rest at night, and Jennifer lay in the tent and couldn't sleep.

The camp was full of men's snoring, except for the night watchman who was on guard, everyone else had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Jennifer thought about it, and there was nothing wrong with being idle, so she got up and fiddled with the camera.

Stark's products are all high-quality products. This camera still kills the audience in the night scene mode. Not only can you see the outline of the sand dunes in the distance, but it can even capture the fennec foxes and sand cats that come out to hunt in the middle of the night.

After looking in all directions for about half an hour, there was nothing new, so she prepared to put away the camera and go to rest.

It is at this moment that the abnormality occurs.

In the distance, from a place partially covered by a sand dune, a flash of fire suddenly jumped up!

There was no unusual sound, nothing harbinger of danger, just a fleeting flash of fire.It was too quick to be a lit fire; too violent to be the reflection of a beast's eye; and it was so distinct, so familiar, that it almost seemed—as though someone had fired a gun in the back of a dune.

Jennifer stood up abruptly, her heart beating wildly.

She waited at the door of the tent in the dark, picked up the camera and continued to watch in that direction.The shooter didn't know that there were still people who saw the flames, let alone that the camera issued by the program group could see it so clearly.

A few minutes later, a tall figure appeared on the camera screen.

The man walked slowly back to the camp from behind the dunes, and there was no inconvenience on his body.The animal he was trying to kill—or the person, whatever it was—caused him no trouble, caused him no harm.

Nobody wants to make a sudden move on a shooter.Jennifer put down the camera and drew back the curtains as he made a little noise as he walked past the tent.

"Ukabi." She called out the man's name in a very low voice but clearly, seeing him frozen in place, only a dark shadow remained in the darkness, seeing everything except the outline of the scarf and robe Not clear. "Where have you been?"

The man hesitated for a moment, then moved closer.

"Stay in your tent," he said for the first time in days.His emphasis was so odd that Jennifer had never heard it in any African population, in fact, she had never heard it in any population.

The damn desire to explore began to roll in my heart.

"I saw you shoot," she said cautiously. "Is there any threat out there?"

"You should go to sleep." Uka answered irrelevantly.He walked a little closer, and at this distance, Jennifer still couldn't see his appearance clearly, but she could see his trembling left hand and smell the creepy blood.

She was wrong!

No matter what Uka must have wanted to kill, it had caused him extremely serious damage.

"Who are you chasing?" She immediately decided to go straight to the point. "Or, who sent you? Someone told me that you joined this team ten days ago. Don't you think this node sounds familiar?"

A player disappeared in the desert, and a mercenary just happened to be placed in a nearby caravan. What idiot would believe such a coincidence?Is it Luthor's handwriting, Stark's handwriting, or... someone's handwriting?

Jennifer was lost in thought.

Ukabi moved uneasily in place, seemed to be hesitant, and finally said: "You'd better go back to sleep now, we will reach Lake Chad in three weeks, and then you can complete the task."

This sentence basically confirmed her guess from the side.

Jennifer's attitude became friendly. "Come in. Don't get me wrong, I just want to talk to you." Although there is a distance between the tents, there is no guarantee that the wind will transmit the content of the words to the ears of others. "It's probably not Luthor who hired you." She said after they were both sitting in the tent.

"No." Ukabi admitted straightforwardly.

"I think so." Jennifer breathed out through her nose, "If it was Luthor now, after making sure that I was unharmed and followed Manuel, you wouldn't need to show up at all, and you wouldn't mention me at all. Task."

The program team only needs to ensure that there are no international political incidents. The oasis tribe is good, and there will be the guarantee of the Manuel caravan in the follow-up. For the mercenaries, the task is considered complete, so why bother to follow for a long time to Lake Chad.

That's what she guessed, but she didn't expect the other party to be taken aback for a moment, then shook her head.

"Not entirely true." Ukabi said quietly, "The one who appeared tonight should be someone hired by Lex Luthor. He arrived at the oasis on the night you disappeared, if he hadn't been stopped by... , he might slaughter the entire tribe."

Jennifer's face changed: "What does this mean? Who is he?"

"I'm not sure," Ukabi admitted. "He got pissed off after he got stopped. I probably know four or five people who could do this, but it's a lot of money to hire them, and it's up to you It’s too much talent for a single person.”

It means that this mercenary came to the desert not only to save her, but also to have other tasks.

Jennifer tapped her fingers on the ground.

What does Lex Luthor want to do?

Is it possible that this mercenary is related to the reptile potion?

A mess of thoughts flew through her mind, and various conjectures floated up one by one, and were rejected one by one.Jennifer and Wukabi sat opposite each other in silence, and finally asked: "If he is also here to protect me, and you are also here to protect me, why did you fight?"

Ukabi didn't speak.

Jennifer chuckled: "It seems that you know this hired person. I will not ask how you knew that he was going to slaughter the oasis tribe in Ta'aza ten days ago, and I will not ask whether you followed the camel caravan Is it for me or has other intentions, just one point, the farther you and this man's entanglement with me, the better, and this kind of fighting near the camp should not happen again."

Wuka must be suffocating, but still did not speak.

Jennifer knew she had to play a little trickier.

"I don't intend to intervene in the fight between police and gangsters." She threw a straight ball at the opponent in her most objective and indifferent tone, "Don't look at me like this-I know you are looking at me, and I can guess what you are now Eyes. I'm not saying you're a rookie, but you don't look like a mercenary at all, you know what I mean? Boy, you look like a secret policeman."

These words made the other party's breathing quicken immediately.

"No matter who Luthor hired, and how much you want to make a contribution after seeing this person, you'd better not interfere with my game." Jennifer chased after the victory, "I don't care who you are, except man-made Guns, I don't need anyone's protection in the desert."

"This is not the way we do things." Ukabi retorted with difficulty, "Your man hired me, and I must take care of your safety. Private fighting will never happen again, I promise."

Jennifer's eyebrows were going up, if anyone could see.

"If Bruce actually hired you," she said, "I'm pretty sure he wouldn't ask you to 'protect' me or let you interfere with my mission, and you'd better think about what he's talking about."

"The original words were 'deal with those guns'." Ukabi admitted reluctantly.

"Then I'll trouble you to take care of those guns, and I wish you the best of luck." Jennifer concluded the conversation.She got up and was about to open the curtain of the tent, but she didn't take two steps, but she heard a faint question from behind - "You really don't need my help?"

She turns around. "Are you a native of the Sahara?"

Ukabi clicked his tongue: "I am - I am not."

"That's the end of it." Jennifer pulled up the curtain, "You may be an African, but not all Africans understand the Sahara. This is a blatant stereotype, just like not all Asians know how to box. In the original Except for the fights that should be handled by the program group, you are cheating if you help me, and I don't want to. Take a step back and say that even if I am willing, you may not be able to help me."

Wuka must be choked. "And you think you know more than me?" he asked defiantly.

"Hellyes." Jennifer shook the curtain calmly.

In the wilderness, she kills everyone.

Probably never seen such a shameless person, the "mercenary" who might be the secret police, when he left the tent, he was so sloppy and shocked, he looked like a drunken colt.

The night watchman was disturbed by the noise, so he couldn't help but took two steps towards this place, then made a guttural sound of sudden realization as if he had glimpsed some secret, and walked back to his post silently.

Jennifer watched them both leave, and turned her gaze to the empty desert at this time.Whoever Uka must have been chasing—probably someone of disrepute—was completely gone from the desert now.

She just wanted to play well, and sincerely hoped that Luthor hadn't found any serious trouble.

If it is trouble, it is better to trouble others.

If you are going to trouble others, it is better to trouble someone far away.

God bless.