Chapter 231 (1/2)

Early the next morning, Chu Lingfeng changed into new clothes, wore Jungle Boots, and carried a shotgun to the door of the hotel. A Land Rover had already stopped at the door of the hotel. The black manager respectfully handed the key to Chu Lingfeng and said, ”Sir, the car is over there. I also equipped you with a map, a guide and a translator.”

After that, the manager waved to a black child in a doorman's uniform, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old. He politely said to Chu Lingfeng in English, ”good morning, sir.”

The manager said to Chu Lingfeng, ”Sir, this is little Peter, the Xia people. I've made clear that the place you are going to is just the gathering place of the kasha people. I think it will be very useful to take him.”

Chu Lingfeng nodded to the manager and said, ”thank you very much, Mr. manager. I'm just a little curious. What kind of people are you?”

The manager showed a kind smile on his face and said, ”I'm a Zandala, but what's the difference?”

Chu Lingfeng smiles. He looks at the manager's elegant suit. The golden key on the collar is shining. For people with a high degree of Westernization, ethnic group is really not so important.

Chu Lingfeng didn't say much. He took out his wallet and gave the manager a large tip, then drove away.

He drives Land Rover and rushes to the streets of damoya. Little Peter is very excited. He jumps and grins on the co pilot and guides Chu Lingfeng forward.

The streets of damoya are still peaceful. Apart from the soldiers who patrol from time to time, there is no big difference between other places and Chinese towns.

After driving for tens of kilometers, the road began to become difficult to walk, and there were fallen bodies on the roadside. Looking at the clothes, they should be soldiers. The classic four-color camouflage clothes were soaked with blood, and the bodies were swollen. The flies were lying on the bodies. When the car was speeding by, they also flew up like a black fog.

The roads in the jungle are muddy. If it wasn't for Land Rover's superior performance, it would have been rotten in the mud.

When Chu Lingfeng was struggling, he suddenly found that there was a checkpoint in front of the muddy road. The red and white railings were just across the middle of the road, and some guys in camouflage clothes waved to Chu Lingfeng.

Chu Lingfeng stopped the car, but did not turn off, but did not expect that those black soldiers rushed over on the spot, with automatic rifles aimed at Chu Lingfeng's head, yelling out in vernacular.

One side of the little Peter trembled all over, to Chu Lingfeng said: ”Sir, they let you out of the car.”

Chu Lingfeng slowly stepped out of the car and raised his hands. Facing the black muzzle and the uncertain situation, he didn't act rashly. He let the soldiers press him on the hood and searched his pocket. He didn't look at his passport at all. He only took out a lot of Chinese currency and dollars from his wallet and laughed.

Other soldiers found some pure water, cans and biscuits from Chu Lingfeng's car, and immediately said, ”what do you want to do with these things? Do you want to support the rebels? ”

Chu Ling Feng sighed, shook his head and said, ”I'm just a doctor. I don't know any rebels.”

Little Peter translated it, but he didn't expect that the black people didn't believe it, especially when the shotgun came out of the car. He immediately changed his face and took Chu Lingfeng and little Peter into a small dark room.

There were three people in this small dark room, and two Asian people with yellow skin and black hair. Chu Lingfeng moved in his heart and asked, ”Chinese people?”