A waste of time.

Yang Shubao's face turned green when he went out.

In addition, they were wasting a day's time on the return trip, but they did not find out the specific information about the tribe where the Timites were located.

People in the tribe have indeed met the Timites, and even both sides have greeted and exchanged some things. The Timites have exchanged food with them with modern items such as military kettles and multi-functional sabers.

But they just met in the wild and then exchanged materials, and did not communicate much.

Moreover, the place where they met was not near the tribe. They were those Timits who were hired by tourists to go deep into the grassland and encountered in the wild far away from the tribe.

Therefore, the Aiwap people couldn't even remember the specific direction they met the Timites. The only thing they could be sure of was that the place was not far from the Mogalaquina River, and the river was hundreds of kilometers long, and finally it stretched longer after converging with the Lin* River!

At the beginning, Kurutantan had already speculated that the Timit tribe was very close to the Lin** River and the Mogalaquina River, but they could not determine the location of the Timit tribe with two rivers, because the length of the Lin** River is 1,680 kilometers...

They left the Aiwapu tribe dejectedly and galloped all the way back to the camp.

Benson looked at them expectantly, and Yang Shubao spread his hands at him, Benson felt as if he was dead.

Kurutantan was open-minded and said, "How could it be easy to find a tribe in the wasteland? Let's be a little patient."

The convoy sets on the road.

This time, the Ivap tribe did not provide any information. At least one confirmed that the activity area of ​​the Timites is in the area of ​​the Mogalaquina River, and they are absolutely right to set out towards the big river.

When I traveled in the afternoon, the dirt road slowly came to an end. They entered the territory of a tribe in the evening.

This tribe is much smaller than the Aiwapu tribe, but it is very enthusiastic. I saw someone in the tribe behind the big bike exploring the way out with a kettle coming out to wave to them, and greeted them in broken English: "Tourists? Welcome."

Officer Benson got out of the car and smiled and took the kettle from their hands, poured a glass of clear water and poured it down. He turned around and said to Uncle Yang, "It's great. I can't stand it anymore. This water is really the source of life."

Uncle Yang was not thirsty, so he asked the water delivery person: "Can we stay here tonight?"

The man smiled generously and said, "Welcome, welcome."

Yang Shubao contacted Kurutantan on the walkie-talkie and asked them to drive over.

As a result, after the truck arrived, the people who greeted them in the tribe changed their attitude: "How many of you are?"

Yang Shubao said: "About twenty, but we don't have to need a house to entertain, you can..."

"There are too many people, we can't treat them." The leading black man interrupted him.

Yang Shubao explained: "We only need a piece of open space, if there are not enough houses..."

"You can't entertain, you can't, go." The black man interrupted his hand impatiently and said.

The truck stopped, and the little black people jumped down with their own sharpened spears and knives.

Seeing that the attitude of the people at the gate of the tribe behind them improved a little, they still firmly refused to entertain them.

Yang Shubao said: "We can give money."

Someone was moved, but the leading man said firmly: "No, we don't want money, and we won't treat you. Let's go, you can leave quickly, don't stay here!"

Others followed and drove people out, and some people ran out of the house. Yang Shubao saw that they had hunting rifles in their hands.

Seeing this, he was helpless and had to wave his hand to signal everyone to get in the car.

After returning to the big bike, Benson said, "Drive away from here quickly."

Yang Shubao asked: "Is there something wrong with this tribe?"

The performance of these people was too weird. Later, they were arrogant and respectful. When they thought they were only two of them, they enthusiastically invited them into the village. When they found that they had a large number of people, they firmly drove them away. It was hard not to think too much.

Benson nodded solemnly: "There must be ghosts inside. I guess they are a robber tribe. At first they thought we had only two people, and then they wanted to mess with us. Later, they found out that we had too many people and they didn't dare to do it..."

Uncle Yang asked, "Would you like to call the police?"

Benson said depressedly: "I am the police."

Yang Shubao changed his question: "Why should I deal with them? If they have any problems, you can take the opportunity to make contributions."

Benson shook his head: "This place has nothing to do with us, and who they are has nothing to do with us. Our mission is to find the Timit tribe and send these guys back, and nothing else has to do with us."

Yang Shubao looked at the police in South Africa with admiration. You should know that Benson is still an ambition and ambitious young policeman. He belongs to the young and strong sect who is still passionate and not cold. As a result, he wants to shirke him when encountering any incidents. So he should know what the situation in South Africa is.

Benson was smart and judged his thoughts from his expression, so he became annoyed: "Hey, do you think I am a coward? I don't want to manage things? No! Things are not that simple. These local tribes are difficult to manage. This is not my territory. When we encounter problems, we can only see them because we can't solve them!"

Uncle Yang said, "How do you know if you don't try it?"

Benson asked, “Can shit be eaten?”

"Of course not!"

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Yang Shubao smiled: "This is sophistry, because what you are asking is common sense."

"Tribes in remote areas cannot be managed, this is also common sense," he sighed.

The car was swaying for a while and he began to yawn: "I'm a little sleepy. I won't tell you more. Let's find a place to set up a tent in the wild. Well, you can drive it steadily and let me sleep for a while."

After he finished speaking, he began to doze off. In just one or two minutes, the snoring started.

Uncle Yang wanted to laugh at him, but then he felt something was wrong.

He stopped the car and pushed Benson. Benson still snored. He slapped hard. Benson did not respond and was still sleeping soundly.

Now Uncle Yang understood that this was not natural sleep. There was something wrong with the water Benson drank just now!

They didn't do anything today, and Benson kept resting. Under normal circumstances, he could not be so sleepy.

Yang Shubao looked back at the small tribe with only a shadow left, and his heart was chilling.

What he and Benson might have guessed was that they were a bit too gentle. Those people not only wanted to cheat while they were short of people, but probably wanted to kill and rob!

It is too simple to kill individuals in the wilderness tribes. To this day, such tribes still do not follow the laws of South Africa but use their own tribal legal system to manage them. The chiefs and elders hold the power of life and death, and the government cannot control them at all.

Kurutantan followed the tribe through the grassland for more than 30 years. He had experienced countless shady stories and had heard of them. After seeing Benson's situation, he also understood what was going on.
Chapter completed!