The deeper I went to the jungle, the more I felt that the animals and plants in front of me were even more weird and huge. The towering trees, huge and bright flowers, like birds butterflies, and a row of black ants made me involuntarily raise my feet to make way for them. A golden snake more than six meters long coiled between the trees, and the red fuse kept swallowing and spitting, making a "hissing" sound.

"It's so beautiful!" I stopped and pointed to the big snake covered with golden patterns and said involuntarily.

"That's a golden python, raised by the captain since he was a child. He is a friend. Don't be afraid, it is very docile!" Maunawen heard the strange sound of my voice and said with a smile.

"Are you sure?" I could not see any sign of meekness. Looking at his scarlet fuse and the unique eyes of cold-blooded animals, I could not activate my feet.

"Don't worry, the old man worships it as a god, because it will bless us!" Maunawen explained to me that although it is awkward in Chinese, the look can earn enough trust from you.

"It's so beautiful, lonely wolf, this golden python is very difficult to encounter. It should be a variant of the Burmese python. Because it lost its protective color, most of them died in childhood. What's more serious is that it is said that only two golden pythons met by chance and mating were able to give birth to the golden python again. Think about it, how difficult it is!" The mouse lowered his voice so that only I could hear it, because this guy had directly devalued the god in the other party's heart into a bastard.

"I don't care whether it's difficult, as long as it doesn't touch me, otherwise I will let one of their few populations be smaller." I pulled out my pistol and held it in my hand, because the boy's path was just under the big snake.

"Haha, let it go!" said the mouse.

The little guy running through the jungle in front of him was light feet, sometimes alert, sometimes laughing, as if he was playing in his own garden. Looking at the more and more man-made traces around him, I knew we were not far from the base.

"It's almost here?" Mouse asked first.

"You and they are both amazing, they are friends in the jungle!" The little guy gave a thumbs up at the mouse.

"They? Who are they? Are there anyone else coming here?" The mouse stepped forward and grabbed the little guy's collar, lifting his whole body up.

"Yes, they are Japanese, so many!" The child was obviously startled by the sudden move of the mouse, and he said the information we wanted without even thinking about it.

"Where are they now?" asked the mouse.

This time he was obviously alert and turned his eyes and said, "I don't know, you have to ask the captain!"

"I just want to ask if they are at your base!" Mouse said with a kind smile.

"No!" Seeing that the mouse had no intention of letting go, he strengthened his sentence: "I promise!"

"How did it happen?" The child's unintentional words shocked both the mouse and I. In other words, the inside line we and the Japanese were looking for were the same person, what should we do with this tmd Nighthawk!

Not long after we walked, we saw more and more Burmese people. In my eyes, they all looked similar, with dark skin, thin skin, but very refined.

"Super the weapon!" said one of the guards standing guard habitually.

"We never hand over our weapons unless we die!" I completely distrust them. Since they can receive the Japanese, they may betray us.

"Crash!" There was a sound of pulling the bush. There were people on and under the trees. These guys who thought they were hiding cleverly had actually been discovered by us. Half an hour ago, the mouse and I discovered their secret whistle, but we didn't catch him.

"We'll talk to your captain!" said the mouse loudly.

"Haha, come in, my friend, a guy who is obviously one head taller than the others, walked out of the crowd with a smile. It seemed that he was deliberately giving us a warning, but he didn't understand his own weight.

After entering the base, we realized that the so-called base was a cave with air leakage on all sides. However, the cave was indeed not small, and there was a small ammunition depot behind it. After a brief greeting with us, the captain left the cave and left a thin old guy to negotiate with us.

"Your business is good lately!" Mouse asked insincerely.

"Hahaha, hahahahaha!" The guy laughed loudly, but did not face the answer to mouse's question directly, and said in a roundabout way: "We are just neutral and do not favor any friend."

"The Japanese are also friends?" I stood up on the stone table, deliberately pretending to be angry, and pressed my whole body to the side where he was. I was putting pressure on him, and people would resist under pressure, and at this time they would say something they didn't want to say. This is the reason why ordinary people often say angry words.

"Except for the British, whether it is Japanese, Chinese, or Indian, they are all friends to us." This guy still maintained a gentle attitude, as if we were not on the same level at all, and the tone of both sides made people unable to tell that it was in a conversation.

"Neutral? Completely neutral?" The mouse continued to pressurize.

"certainly!"

"But you pointed out the direction for us and revealed the location of your previous employer." The mouse grabbed the handle and pointed it straight at the gate of life.

"The contract with them does not have a clause like conserving their whereabouts to the Chinese, so I did not betray my friends!" The guy said with a smile.

"Haha, your friends must not be the same as our friends!" I said while sitting on the stool. He is also called a friend, and at most he is a customer.

"Does our contract have the terms of conserving our whereabouts?" asked Mouse.

"Sorry, no!" the guy spread his hands and said.

"Then you'd better add it, we'll pay as much as you want!" I said

“No problem.”

"You make money so easy!" I said gritting my teeth as I looked at the face of a profiteer.

"People always look at others making money easily. Who doesn't know that what we are taking is just a drop in your bucket!"

"Haha, this is reasonable, I'm very happy to work with you. Of course, if you don't follow the terms of the contract..." Mouse eased the atmosphere and added the final warning. Sometimes it's more effective to say something but stop it than to threaten it directly.

"Don't worry, we are honest!" The guy raised his right hand and patted his chest and said.

"The devils... how many Japanese people came, what weapons!" asked the mouse.

"You have to pay extra for this!" Seeing us nodding in agreement, the old guy said greedily: "There are less than fifty people, including a unit of more than thirty people. They are fully armed and have weapons that we have never seen before. The gun is very short and it should be a submachine gun. Your spear will not be able to turn around in the jungle. The others are not soldiers. This is a gift."
Chapter completed!