Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

Wuka must be a man who "does what he says".

From the second day on, he really followed the other jackals obediently, and no longer tried to sneak out to fight against another mercenary, but those eyes were always staring at Jennifer, like a ghost behind the scenes, which made people feel cold upright.

Regarding this, the young businessman said: "I didn't expect that he is usually silent, but he is also secretly in love with you."

Jennifer: "Huh."

The caravan walked steadily for a week. During this week, all the audience saw was the endless yellow sand and the daily life of the camel caravan. Later, they were so bored that they even decided to name each camel.

The other contestants in Jiugonggeli are all living a tense and exciting life, and only the grid in the middle is very leisurely.But after losing contact, the audience now has very low requirements for Jennifer, just don't kill anyone.

In the first three weeks of the race, some players died unfortunately.

Some of them died in the hospital from too bad a heat stroke, and others were so unlucky that they encountered a death stalker who was poisoned by venom—Kevin Wilson, for example.

It happened so strangely that many viewers were shocked when they heard the news of his death.

Kevin Wilson is the No. [-] star of the Jiugongge. He was still a timid little player in the second round, but in the third round, he "suspected to awaken his superpowers", showing strength and agility far superior to ordinary people.

At the beginning, the audience was deeply dissatisfied with his behavior similar to cheating, but probably because they liked to see the protagonist's smooth sailing mentality, they also saw it after watching it. Instead, they discussed with great interest Wilson's possible talents.

Unexpectedly, not long after the heat came up, the data of the ring of life showed the poison attack late one night, and the emergency antidote injection could not turn the tide. The next day, the whole world saw his dead figure on the ground.

To be honest, this is too fake.

A contestant who can sense danger by smelling the wind, a contestant who can climb cliffs with one hand, run barefoot in the sand, and a contestant who can go without drinking water for days and nights without any abnormality, was unexpectedly killed by a small poisonous beast. The scorpion took the life.

Netizens have opened their minds——

[RIP, it seems that the ability will also fail from time to time, obviously I avoided the poisonous scorpion a few days ago. 】

【RIP, did you really die?Will the show crew bring him back?Will it be taken away by other mysterious organizations for dissection? 】

[RIP, I think there must be something wrong inside. You can see his nails, which seem to be scraped off from baking paint. Thinking carefully, could it be that he was murdered by some super villain organization because he was too high-profile on the live broadcast? 】

For a while, conspiracy theories were rampant.

In response to the overwhelming questioning, the program team quickly slapped the audience in the face with the autopsy report.The report proved that Kevin Wilson did die from the poison of the death stalker, and the red substance in the nails was just a kind of lizard blood, not the paint scraped off during the struggle. The most important thing is that there was almost nothing on the dead body. scars.

After the official announcement, the circumstances of other players changed again and again, attracting the audience's attention.People are forgetful, and within a few days, except for some insiders and diehards, no one in the world paid attention to the suspicion of Wilson's death.

Jennifer naturally didn't know the current situation of the other contestants.

In the center of the Sahara, even if she knew about it, she could only scold Luther in her heart for not doing good things. However, at this moment, there were far more important things to deal with than scolding Luther.

The weather ahead of the caravan has changed.

At first, Jennifer just felt that the wind blowing on her body was stronger, but soon she found that the sand surface under the camel's feet was churning violently in the opposite direction.The sand skink that was still swimming on the surface seemed to be being chased by ghosts and swam deeper and further away. Several huge snapping birds flew from afar, and their long chirping sounds were like hooks, hooking her His mind hangs upwards.

Jennifer squinted at the horizon, and there seemed to be something moving there that couldn't be seen clearly.

The camera in the backpack was the only thing that could not help. She reached out to unzip the zipper, only to see a commotion in the camel caravan.

The camels at the front refused to leave no matter what they said. Some young camels even grabbed the ground and fought against the bridle, trying to back up. Snoring.

Jennifer raised her camera and looked towards the horizon, wondering what was making the camels so flustered.

A few seconds later, her pupils constricted——

It's a sandstorm!

The extremely violent wind lifted the yellow sand from the ground, wrapped it high up, condensed into a deadly breath of death, and pressed forward like an overturning sea.Unlike sandstorms on the borders of cities, the Black Death in the desert can be replenished anytime and anywhere. The further you move forward, the higher the sand content in the wind and the greater the damage.

From this angle, the sky has clearly turned into a deep black, and the sandstorm is in a line, raging towards here!

"Black Death!" cried Manuel, "It's Black Death!"

A series of curses soared from the mouths of the fellow travelers.

The merchants all jumped off the camels and began to gather the entire camel team with swift hands and feet.Those who can follow Manuel's "war in the south and north" are all experts in desert survival. They know that in the face of such natural disasters, compared with fragile humans, only strong camels can protect the entire caravan.

But animals are animals after all, not tools like arms, nor rigid robots.

Nature has given each creature a unique gift. Although they do not have the intelligence of humans, animals have their own set of sensing systems for disasters.They sensed earthquakes and tsunamis earlier than humans, and smelled strong winds and rainstorms more keenly than humans.Fish in the water will jump out of the water because of anxiety, birds in the sky will fly close to the ground because of vigilance, and camels on the ground will naturally not continue to walk silently.

With the roaring and snorting one after another, panic began to spread in the caravan, and this emotion even spread to the other end of the screen.

"The situation is not good." Rice called up the cloud map as soon as the caravan stopped, "I'm afraid this will be a huge sandstorm, and it will last for a long time."

"Are there any other players within range of the sandstorm?" Bell asked.

"There are two more." Les shrugged.

They both knew that Jennifer Davis might have a chance with a caravan of more than 100 camels, but the two naked competitors were almost certain to retire.

The program team is similar to their speculation, because not everyone can realize the sandstorm is coming, and the fully enclosed rescue aircraft has been sent before the players send out the signal to retire.

Pity the viewers in this live broadcast room, it's like riding a roller coaster all day long, and they have to worry about the lives of the players before relaxing for a few days.

[Since watching this crappy program, I have learned to read various weather maps without a teacher. 】

[Since watching this broken program, I have learned to identify Suxiao Jiuxin Pills without a teacher. 】

[Since watching this crappy program, I have learned to hack weather satellites and official website systems without a teacher. 】

...seems like something weird got mixed in.

Yet Bell and Rice both saw it and acted like they didn't, as they were fully engrossed in the coming storm.Since Jennifer only opened the No. [-] aircraft, they had to switch the screen to the perspective of the fully enclosed rescue aircraft, and only then did they see the whole picture of the sandstorm.

The yellow sand covered the sky and the sun, taller than the skyscrapers.The entire wind wall is relentlessly advancing forward. Compared with it, the towering sand dunes are like insignificant pebbles, while the huge camel caravan is like an ant colony among the pebbles. The picture is so depressing that people can't breathe.

In the shot of camera No. [-], Jennifer nimbly jumped to the ground and comforted her camel with one hand.

The leader of the caravan, Manuel, yelled at his subordinates. He held the whip in one hand and firmly pulled the reins of the leader's camel with the other, hoping to stabilize all the camels by stabilizing the leader's camel.

This action had little effect.

The camels living in Central Asia have been pierced with nose sticks since they were young. The nose sticks passing through the middle of the nostrils will cause severe pain when punched in. Even if the wounds heal, pulling them hard will cause unbearable pain. They even tore off the end of their noses. In the long run, the camels would not dare to disobey their master's orders.

The camels in the Sahara lack the restraint of the nose stick, and their obedience to the noose is also greatly reduced.Individuals with older training years may reflexively submit to the demonstrative whipping of short whips and clubs, but younger individuals are easily driven out of their minds.

A pike can disturb the whole fish pond, and a crazy camel can also push the whole caravan to the brink of danger.

The two-humped camels that were in front of and behind the white camels were completely panicked, their life-saving instinct overwhelmed the training of obeying orders, they jumped up and down in the noose like rabbits, trying to shake off all the load, and fled in the opposite direction .

The noose is not easy to break free, but the mad camel can't control that much.They only know that the things on their backs prevent them from escaping. Based on this knowledge, they will increase the strength and movements of their struggles, trying desperately again and again.

Jennifer and the white camel were squeezed in the middle, and she had to dodge left and right, so as not to be kicked by the hind hooves that were suddenly lifted from all directions-as a result, the camels kicked each other, and the pain even made them fight harder fierce.

There was no time to hesitate.

She pulled out her outdoor knife and rushed towards the nearest crazy camel.

This kind of behemoth has extremely strong limbs, which can break human bones with one kick; they also have extremely terrifying bite force, which can crush human skulls alive.Normally, herdsmen need many people to work together when slaughtering them, and tie up a front leg in advance, and then tie the headgear, but now they don't have so much time.

The camel in front of me had its feet bound by a noose, and its movements were full of flaws. Humans could stab a knife into its heart from the middle of the end of its forelimb.But the sharp blade deflected slightly at the last second and cut the noose quickly.

Jennifer watched it run off into the distance, turning to three nearby camels.

One of the largest Bactrian camels has become completely manic, kicking and kicking its limbs, shaking its long neck from side to side, biting its companions.The noose on his body pulled several camels back and forth, and the sound made the white camel snort uncomfortably.If this end is free, I am afraid that they are not fleeing for their lives, but going to fight in the center of the caravan.

It looked hopeless.

Jennifer didn't give it a chance to escape.

She cautiously dodged to the side to avoid the kicking long legs. With a wrong step, she forcefully rolled onto the camel's back, clamped her legs tightly, and pulled its rein with one hand, forcing it to raise its neck high. pierced its throat.

The shrill cry pierced the darkened sky.

The knife is like a stick. The fear in front of him briefly overcomes the fear in the sky. The camel under his crotch is struggling wildly, but the two or three camels nearby are huddled together in a daze. The young businessman sternly stopped him and knelt down slowly. fell to the ground.

Jennifer stepped on the dead camel's body before it toppled over, balancing on it in a gymnast-like position, before jumping to the ground to avoid being crushed by the weight of the body.

As the tip of the knife was pulled out, blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, and the people who were not in a good position were instantly poured all over their faces.

Ukabi who came to help: "..."

audience:"......"

[WTF! 】

【ah!my eyes! 】

【Fuck!What the hell!What the hell! 】

Even Bell, who "kills people without blinking an eye", and Rice, who is used to strong winds and waves, fell into a weird silence.

Ukabi resisted the urge to rub his eyes, his respect for Bruce Wayne spontaneously arose.

"I think Manuel should hire me to be a jackal." Jennifer swiped the knife and wiped off the blood, "Don't just stand there and help the merchants. The restless camels will be let go first, and the safe ones will gather together. together, and hide behind them."

"What about the goods?" Uka asked.

"Are you still thinking about managing the goods?" Jennifer rolled her eyes angrily, "Manuel should be thankful for such a big sandstorm, as long as people and camels don't lose too much. Hurry up, they too busy."

Manuel was indeed too busy to lose his hair.

The herd of camels near the white camels were so frightened that they knelt down, but the other small groups of camels were still rioting.The caravan has not encountered a large-scale sandstorm for many years, and it has added some "newcomers" in the past two years, and it seems a bit overwhelming at the moment.

Fortunately, there were a lot of manpower, and there were jackals to help. The crazy camel who was disobedient for a while was either let go or killed on the spot.

After the situation stabilized, Manuel and his men drove most of the active people to the windward slope and knelt down. People and goods were piled up behind the camel wall, and they hurriedly distributed the face towels around.A tense atmosphere enveloped the entire temporary camp, no one spoke, and everyone grabbed their face towels and water bags.

Jennifer and the white camel were close together.

She hugged the white camel's neck tightly, pulled its bridle, and prayed that the big guy would not lose its chain when the wind came.The No. [-] unit following by the side had a premonition of the storm crisis, and automatically ended the live broadcast after taking the last few pictures, and shrank obediently into the checkered bag on the side of the backpack.

The crowd waited silently, waiting for the approaching Black Death.

"The caravan made the right choice." Bell finally said in the live broadcast room, "Many people think that the back slope of the dune can block the storm, and it does at the beginning, but slowly, the wind will blow the windward side of the dune. The slope becomes more and more inclined, and a large amount of sand and dust accumulates on the slope, which will finally lock the people on the back slope to death like a closed coffin lid."

"Yes," Rice echoed, "the best way to survive a sandstorm in the desert is to rely on a camel. You can't run around, and you can't ride a camel and think you can escape from the sandstorm. Sandstorms are often in a line. Overwhelming, the Sharon Roller can prevent lateral running away early."

Sand, water, foam...everything that flows is mostly [-]-year-olds. It can protect you one second, and become a deadly trap the next second.

The commentators didn't say a few words before the signal was cut off.They used the images taken by the rescue machine to replace the live broadcast of several players. Unfortunately, as the sandstorm progressed, the rescue machine was also covered by the yellow sand in the sky, so they couldn't capture any specific content.

On the ground under the rolling yellow sand, Jennifer held the rein with one hand and the scarf with the other, covering her mouth and nose.The wind continued to penetrate through the hole, almost blowing the entire long scarf away.The exposed ankle was constantly bitten by the fast-flying sand and stones, causing intense pain, forcing her to sit in a difficult cross-legged position, burying her legs under her body.

It turned out that Manuel had indeed chosen a good camel for her.

The giant white beast knelt down firmly behind its back, firmly protecting the humans, and let the strong wind beat against its side.Its neck arched back, its mane fluttered in the wind, and its limbs looked amputated.

Jennifer looked enviously at this monster with eyelashes against the sky. It can even open its eyes in a sandstorm, but her eyes were dim, and it was impossible to distinguish the north, south, east, west, and only the raging yellow sand.

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly felt something unusual.

It seems like something is moving in the wind.

Will it be the beast?Or the camel that ran away just now?

Jennifer turned around carefully, covering the back of the hunchback with her hand.

This action exposed her to the sandstorm, and the sand blowing head-on passed through her fingers, through the holes in her scarf, and through her long eyelashes, causing physiological tears to flow from the corners of her eyes.

But she didn't have time to care about the pain in her eyes, all her mind was occupied by the shadow in the strong wind.

That's one person!

A man with nothing to hide!

He stood silently in the raging storm, letting sand and rocks flying all over the sky hit the thick battle armor, and the two straps on his back flew around like snakes in the strong wind.The natural disaster that could overturn half of the desert seemed insignificant in front of him. The man didn't even move his body, only his helmet moved slightly.

Jennifer couldn't see his eyes, but she guessed he was looking for something.

Just at this moment, a panicked camel ran past him.I didn't see how the man moved, I didn't see him draw the knife, and he didn't put the knife back into the sheath. I only saw that the camel's thick neck was neatly broken in two from the middle, and after the head fell to the ground, the blood began to spurt crazily.

Jennifer let go of the rein and took the knife instead.

The helmet turned slowly—turned—and suddenly the man took two steps forward.

"!"

Jennifer took a sharp breath.

Just before her heart beat faster, Ukabi appeared in his path.

This unknown secret policeman also stood in the wind, with a blue-purple transparent full-length shield in front of him, blocking all the wind and sand for him.The light shield appears to be emanating from the middle, and Jennifer zooms in with the camera to barely make out a pair of beaded bracelets on Ukabi's wrist.

This bracelet style somehow looks familiar.

The man in the battle armor was stunned for a moment, then pulled out a long knife from behind his back and waved it lazily in the air.His actions must have put great pressure on Ukabi, and the secret police immediately pulled out a square gun from his back. The muzzle was different from any known gun, and it was emitting blue fluorescence.

Jennifer: "..."

When she was attacked by bursts of speechlessness, the two men had already started fighting.

Ukabi was obviously not the opponent of the opponent, and was kicked far away as soon as he met him, but his bracelet and various weapons on his body were made of unknown materials, and they could actually assist him and the opponent. Barely a tie.

After a few breaths, the man knocked Ukabi down with a fist, and the long knife in his hand slashed dangerously close to his face.The secret police broke into a cold sweat from the blow, and subconsciously raised their arms to block it.His armguard was more delicate than a gun, and he broke the mysterious man's sword in half effortlessly.

The man threw the broken knife on the sand, raised one arm, and took out a gauntlet longsword.And he turned his other hand to his waist and pulled out a personal defense weapon, which was an MP7 submachine gun.

Now the scene is a bit ridiculous.

They are in the Sahara Desert of Africa, a place that couldn't be more primitive, and she, Miss Davis, hid behind a camel in a primitive way, watching two strange men holding a very modern Weapons are fighting against each other.

Later, the jackals surrounding him were all shot by the mysterious man. He pressed on every step of the way, and Uka would retreat steadily. The post-modern weapons all over his body could not turn him into victory. In the end, he was even blown away to the vicinity of the white camel. , bringing out a long bloodstain.

The mysterious man crossed the white camel stepping on the wind and sand.

He looked down, she looked up.

In a thousandth of a second, Jennifer was facing his strange-colored visor and the blue eyes exposed from the gap in the visor.

Heck, people in outlandish clothes don't even have to squint to blow sand in their faces these days.

"Stay away from her!" Wukabi was furious.

"Very good, you are still alive." The mysterious man nodded to Jennifer, then he turned around slowly, and slowly untied one of the two big guns on his back. "And you won't be alive anytime soon, kitten."

Jennifer: "..."

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, she would almost laugh out loud.

This appellation is obviously an insulting name that both parties can understand, because Ukabi immediately sank his face, and also took out two dangerous-looking gloves from his body—as if the two of them They are all adult versions of Doraemon with weapons all over their bodies.

The two men confronted each other in the sandstorm. The protectors of the caravan were slaughtered, while ordinary businessmen covered their heads and trembled. Even Manuel dared not speak easily.

What direction will things go for Jennifer? Until half a minute later, a voice suddenly sounded——

"Stand back, Deathstroke."

The mysterious man let out a sneer and turned the gun; Ukabi looked ashamed and angry; and Jennifer——Jennifer suddenly looked in the direction of the sound.

In this third direction, stands the third person who is not afraid of wind and sand.

A man in a strange costume, all in black, with cat ears.

Good guy, she thought faintly, these days not only mercenaries are produced in wholesale, but even cat ear controls in black are produced in wholesale.