Chapter 321 Crocodile Killer "Shhh." Without even turning his head, Old Jack lowered his voice, tied his belt into a knot, and approached cautiously. After getting close, it suddenly accelerated and pounced on the crocodile the moment it raised its head. Its hands were like iron pliers, tightly grasping the pig dragon's neck and pressing it down. He stepped on the crocodile's head, pulled it hard, tied its mouth tightly with a belt, and then pulled it out of the mud like a string of grass carps, holding its neck and belly facing the sky. The crocodile flapped its limbs and tried to do a death roll, but it could not do anything with its mouth muzzled. Old Jack didn't waste any time talking to it. He just picked up the military shovel and, with skillful movements, found the right opportunity and hit it on the forehead with a bang more than a dozen times! The sharp engineer shovel was like an axe, it directly split the hole and made it dizzy! Old Jack casually threw the unconscious crocodile on the swamp bank, wiped the mud off his face, and grinned, "It's okay, it's not big, it's easy to deal with. When I was fleeing with my friends on the Northwest Road, I slept in the wilderness at night and had a lot of dealings with these guys. Sometimes I would hunt a few to try because I haven't eaten them for a long time." "..." The chief gang leader was also stunned when he saw the old bandit kill a young crocodile in no time.
She looked at him deeply and sighed, "You are a real tiger! How dare you do this?" What a fierce general. The chief still underestimated you. "If it was an adult crocodile, I would definitely not dare to do it." Old Jack said unhappily, "After all, I'm not stupid. I can't kill a several-meter-long crocodile even if I hit it. As for this newly-adult crocodile, an adult with some skills can deal with it. Now that we have dealt with it, we can explore the surrounding area with peace of mind." "Forget it. If you want to go down, go down by yourself." Zhang Ailun immediately gave up the idea of playing in the mud. Who knows how many crocodiles there are here? A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. The chief leader has no interest in competing with the crocodile in a battle of wits and courage, as it would be easy to fail. It would be better to burn it in fire when the time comes! "What a pity." Old Jack sighed, walked out of the mud, and went to the puddle next to him to wash his face. Seeing the crocodile waking up, he shoveled it down with two more shovels without saying a word, sending it to the west. He even started peeling the skin on the spot, and his technique was very sophisticated! It was obvious that he had peeled the skin many times before! The chief leader really didn't expect that old Jack had such a skill to survive in the wilderness. It can only be said that people are old and knowledgeable, and they can take out everything in the skill column. But he is not very good at controlling the gun! Old Jack quickly chopped the crocodile into several pieces and put them into the bag. Then he asked, "Isn't hunting illegal on their island?" "How would I know? But it shouldn't be illegal. This isn't an animal sanctuary," said Zhang Ailun. After Old Jack finished getting his spoils, the chief took a photo, noted the location, and the two of them turned around and went to the next place. It took some time to visit and take photos in more than a dozen places, including plateau areas, reefs and rocky beaches far away from tidal areas. Some places were also prohibited areas with warning signs and barbed wire, and were guarded by armed guerrillas of the Colombian Armed Forces, who said that large wild animals were roaming there. We don’t know where all the wild animals come from on this remote island. It is clearly an isolated reef island with a history of only two hundred years at most, but there are so many mammals and oviparous animals. In addition to a part of them who were migrated here artificially, the others are likely to have appeared accidentally due to natural disasters, such as the unlucky people blown here by tsunamis and hurricanes, and the one in a million chance of cattle and horses falling from the sky. Once, monsoon rains caused floods in Nepal. A young female one-horned rhino was accidentally swept to India by the floods, making the cross-border journey. She was discovered by local people and taken home. But the chief leader was actually more concerned about whether the chastity of the female one-horned rhino was preserved. After finishing the inspection on the island, Zhang Ailun decided to call it a day with Old Jack and go home. After leaving the rainforest area and coming outside, I saw Bailey sitting on a sun lounger on the beach, basking in the sun and drinking juice. Hearing the chief's call, Bailey turned around and saw the two of them, and immediately got up and rushed over.
"Boss, what happened to you? Did you fall into the swamp?" Bailey was curious when he saw Old Jack, who was disheveled and covered in mud. "Go and exchange these silver coins for money, then we'll be leaving." Zhang Ailun handed the silver coins to Bailey and said. "Leaving now? I feel like I haven't had much fun yet." Bailey was a little reluctant and glanced at the beach volleyball activity not far away. Zhang Ailun followed his gaze and when he saw a group of hot Latino beauties wearing bikinis or even nothing at all, he immediately understood what good thing he was thinking. He said unhappily: "You can stay if you want. No one is stopping you. It's not impossible for us to go back by ourselves." "Boss, without me flying a private plane, you will have to charter a plane to go back." Bailey said angrily, "There is nothing good about this island. It is only a little lively now. At night, there will be no one. I don't want to live in a simple tent and feed mosquitoes." He took the iron box containing silver coins and the black bag handed over by Old Jack. "What's in this?" Bailey felt something heavy in his hand, and he opened it and took a look. When he saw the crocodile's head and the body that had been chopped into pieces, he was completely stunned. "Why is there a crocodile here?" Old Jack said with a wry smile, "It's nothing. We just happened to run into this guy in the swamp of the rain forest. It was unlucky for it to run into us." "Then it is really unlucky... I'll go exchange it for silver coins now." Bailey swallowed his saliva. He didn't dare to talk back to the bandit and ran over happily. Old Jack ran to the beach, dived in, and washed the mud off his body with sea water. Zhang Ailun bought two coconuts from the Gewu guerrillas next to him, each costing $10. They really know how to do business! Sitting on the beach chair, wearing sunglasses, drinking coconut juice, and admiring the Latin American beauties playing volleyball games. When Old Jack came back from swimming, Zhang Allen handed him the coconut. The two of them went to see the beautiful scenery together. This island was the only good thing about it! By the time Bailey cashed the silver coins and returned to give the money to the chief, it was only a little over two hundred dollars, which was considered to have earned back the money for the detection equipment. As for the tickets, that would have to be discussed next time. Today I paid you $2400 for the ticket. Next time you come, you can't charge me any more money. This is called "even theft has its own code of conduct." Otherwise, the leader will bombard Silver Island. After returning to the airport on the island, Zhang Ailun asked Bailey to return the detection equipment. While waiting, he unexpectedly saw someone encountering difficulties and started arguing with him. A gentle-looking young white man wearing black glasses started an argument with the staff. He was unconvinced when the FARC guerrillas held his hands. The staff took out a few silver coins from his pocket and said, "Sir, we have a rule that the silver coins excavated from the island can only be recycled and not taken out!" "These are the silver coins I brought with me, just to compare with the Spanish silver coins excavated on this island. Why do you want to deduct them? And we didn't deliberately damage your detection equipment! It was your detector that was out of repair and damaged itself." The man started shouting loudly, attracting a lot of people's attention. "Sir, forget it this time. You just need to pay for our equipment." The staff saw that the argument here attracted the attention of many tourists and were also worried that the island's reputation would be damaged. After confirming that the Spanish silver coins belonged to the other party, they chose to return the Spanish silver coins to the other party and only asked the other party to pay for the equipment. "I don't have money to pay you. It's because your equipment is not easy to use. I brought the equipment myself, but you didn't let me use it. Are you worried that I will find more silver coin treasures and make you lose money? You are deceiving the consumer group!" The man with glasses questioned and accused the other party. Seeing that the two sides were arguing endlessly, the guerrillas next to them were almost losing their patience and staring at him with a fierce look. Zhang Ailun also sighed that this guy was not afraid of death. Do you think the thing in his hand is a toy? He immediately called out to stop, "Okay, we're in a hurry. How much is his instrument? I'll pay for him!" "Sir, the cost of the damaged instrument is $500," the staff member said. "Ok." Without saying a word, Zhang Ailun directly took out 500 US dollars and handed it to the other party, and then returned the instrument to the other party. For the sake of the money, the staff's attitude became very respectful and improved a lot. After all, a tourist island is also a service industry, and he is not a guerrilla fighter, but just an ordinary employee.
"Thank you for helping me out, but you don't have to pay compensation, sir. I can reason with them and they won't dare to shoot." The man thanked him. Zhang Ailun was also amused, and solemnly warned him, "There is no need for you to argue with them, because you will be the only one who suffers. Don't you know what the Gewu guerrillas do?" Their main business in the last century was human trafficking, organ transplantation, drug trafficking, kidnapping, murder, and anti-government activities. The situation may be a little better now. The conflict with the Colombian government has eased a bit, and many guerrillas have been pacified. But it is not that good because there are still many guerrillas engaged in these industries. You've driven people crazy over this little bit of money, so they really don't tolerate you. "I'm a geologist and archaeologist. I've carefully studied the history of this island and the sunken ship that was looted by pirates. I believe there are actually a lot of silver and gold coins on this island." The man said, "My friend and I came here to verify this fact, but I didn't expect them to not let me use the instruments I brought with me. I basically didn't gain anything, and they blackmailed me when I wanted to leave." "Then I suggest you give up. You have seen their attitude. If there really are silver and gold coins here, they would have blocked the island and made a fortune secretly long ago." When the chief leader heard that he was a colleague, he immediately advised him not to get involved in this muddy water. The man also nodded and said regretfully: "Then I can only wait until the next opportunity to come again." "Good luck to you then, mate." After chatting for a few more words, Zhang Ailun waved goodbye to him, turned and walked to the tarmac, boarded the private plane with Old Jack, sat in the cabin and fastened his seat belts. Bailey adjusted the electronic equipment, started the plane, and sprinted down the airport runway into the sky. Watching the Silver Island gradually shrinking through the window, Zhang Ailun took out his mobile phone and took a photo. Then he browsed through the photos he took on the island, selected the treasure locations, and saved them in an encrypted album. Start to close your eyes and relax. Two hours later, the private plane landed at an airport in Mexico, asked the staff to refuel it, then restarted it and headed for Los Angeles. Zhang Ailun also received messages from General Electric Company and Qibatu. General Electric Boat Company: Hello, Mr. Jin, the Spruance-class destroyer you ordered yesterday has been transported to the sea area of Yehovah Island you specified and will stay in the harbor area. Are you on the island? If the inspection is correct, please pay the balance of the order for this destroyer. Zhang Ailun: I am not on the private island at the moment, but I will be back soon. You can transfer the money to the account you want to receive the money from, and I will transfer the money to you after I confirm the situation with my people. General Electric Company soon provided the relevant accounts. Zhang Ailun also took a look at the message sent by Qibatu. Qibatu: Boss, General Electric has sent the destroyer here. I have also recruited some reliable retired navy soldiers and an old friend, who will definitely help you train reliable talents! When will you come to meet them? Zhang Ailun: I am still in Mexico and will be back soon. You can take someone to check the destroyer's condition. Once you have confirmed that everything is correct, send me a message so that I can settle the bill with the General Electric Company. Qibatu: OK. After a while, Qibatu sent another message to inform the commander-in-chief that the destroyer had confirmed the result. Zhang Ailun replied that he knew, and then transferred the money through the Hamburg Foundation according to the account sent by General Electric Company. The other party also received the receipt notification soon and sent greetings. General Electric Boat Company: Hello, Mr. Jin, we have received your remittance. Thank you for your strong support to General Electric Boat Company. If you have any products you like, you can make an appointment and place an order in advance. We will give old customers a favorable discount price. Zhang Ailun: It’s a pleasure to work with you. I believe there will be this opportunity. He put away his phone, told Bailey that he didn't need to go to Los Angeles, and went directly to the private island. He sent him detailed location information and continued to close his eyes and rest. Half an hour later, Bailey took the initiative to remind him, "Boss, we have already flown over the Mexican mainland and are heading to the junction of the territorial waters of the Gulf of California and the waters controlled by Mexico." "Got it. Call me when we get to Jehovah's Island." Zhang Ailun said without even raising his eyelids.
"OK." Bailey nodded in response. Less than 20 minutes later, Bailey reminded again: "Boss, we have arrived at the private island." He also said in surprise: "There are two huge warships below! One in the north and one in the south!" Zhang Allen stretched and asked, "Already there?" Through the window, I also saw the familiar shape of the island, as well as the warships in the north and south bay ports, a littoral combat ship, and a Spruance-class destroyer. He immediately chewed a piece of gum to refresh himself and woke up old Jack next to him. He ordered: "Then go to the eastern airport to land and contact the tower to ask them not to stop us." "OK!" Bailey nodded, directly controlled the plane to turn around, contacted the mercenaries in the island tower, reported the situation, dived down, and finally landed smoothly at the airport. (End of this chapter)