Chapter 5301: the rules of jungle

"Thank you, but we don't want to cause trouble to you." Zhao Jianfei nodded and saluted the other party.
Isaac can only nod, "Then you should be careful, and if there is anything, try to inform us."
Lin Rui nodded.
Isaac picked up the scimitar on the ground, and the man wearing him left.
"It seems that this place is more chaotic than we thought. The refugees can only form gangs in order to survive, and the Orumi Federal Army does not care about these people's life or death." The magician smiled.
"These are not our business. Our goal is to contact the investigators of the International Atomic Energy Agency." Zhao Jianfei replied.
"I agree." Lin Rui whispered, "It seems we have to stay here for several days. The problem is that we don't even have a tent.
We didn't come in through regular channels at all. Are we going to find the Orumi Federal Forces who are responsible for the supply of refugee camps? "
"Since this is a place of lawlessness, relying only on fists. Then everything is much simpler." Zhao Jianfei stood up. "Let's go find those and compare them with whose fists are harder."
"Will this be too ostentatious?" the magician asked.
Lin Rui sneered, "In this place, I don't know how many fights a day. As long as no lives are killed, the problem is not big. Even if the lives are really killed, do you think those Orumi Federation forces will take care of it?"
There are several tents not far from the camp, and the black people are gathering together.
"Who are those newcomers?" the black leader asked in a low voice, "are you in the same group with those Berbers?"
"It should not be. I haven't seen them before. Maybe they came from other places in the camp.
But those Berbers are very united, and we better provoke them less. "The other black man whispered.
"So what? Although there are a lot of them, this is our territory." The black leader said gruffly, "If they come here to make trouble, I..."
Before he finished speaking, the tent was lifted. Lin Rui, Zhao Jianfei and others walked in.
"You guys, get out of here." Zhao Jianfei waved his fingers.
"It's you again! How dare you come here?" The black leader was furious.
"This tent is now ours. Let me roll as far as you can go." Lin Rui sat down and pointed to the food piled up in the corner of the tent, "Leave all these, you go."
The black leader winked, and all of his hands took out weapons.
These black people are all from the same tribe, and they all carry spears for tribal hunting.
Of course, in order to cover people's eyes, all these spears have their spear shafts removed from their backs, and the remaining spear heads are quite sharp.
"Don't think that those Berbers are protecting you, so you can be unscrupulous. This is our territory." The black leader shouted sternly with a dagger in his hand.
As soon as his voice fell, the two black men rushed up together. These black people are also quite cunning. Their target is neither Lin Rui nor Zhao Jianfei, but the magician next to them.
Because the magician looks older and has a thinner body.
Generally those Berbers who operate in Africa follow the customs of the Arabs and respect the elders.
So in the eyes of those black people, it seems that the older magician is their best target.
As long as you control this elder, others should be obedient.
So the two black men came up to the magician. Two spearheads, like daggers, stab the magician separately.
But they didn't expect that even this thin-looking old man would not be a waiter.
The magician is a senior spy. Although he is better at disguising and spying on intelligence, he is absolutely unambiguous when he really starts.
Seeing that the black man stabbed at him with a knife, the magician turned his body slightly, raised his hand as an uppercut, and hit the black man's armpit severely.
When fighting, few people think of hitting this part. But in fact, there is a thick nerve under the armpit, which is very unbeatable.
After being hit, the pain ranged from severe pain to short-term partial paralysis.
After the black man was hit, he curled up in pain instinctively and hid to the side. And the knife stabbed by his companion, impartially, happened to stabbed him.
Before the black man could pull the knife out, the magician stretched out his palms and hit the black man's chins both sides.
Use the bases of the palms on both sides to hit the chin and neck hard. This is almost a classic action in the fighting technique of the US military.
The black man was knocked to the ground at once, clutching his neck, rolling on the ground in pain.
The black leaders looked stupid. He had never seen an old man capable of such a fast speed and knocked down two strong men holding weapons at the same time.
In fact, he didn't know who a magician was. Spies like them are best at the deadliest attack method here.
Because of the peculiarities of their spying work, their fighting skills also strive to be precise, specifically attacking the opponent's vitals.
In order to end the battle as soon as possible, because the spy’s identity is usually sensitive and must not be exposed, it must not be too entangled with the other party.
The brutality of people like them is even better than ordinary military combat.
The black leader was just a dazed effort, Zhao Jianfei stepped forward to take a shot and snatched his dagger.
The black man was very nervous and stretched out his hand to try to retrieve the dagger. But Zhao Jianfei squeezed one of his fingers with his backhand and pressed hard.
The black man screamed and knelt on the ground. He never thought that someone could grab one of his fingers and force himself to be immobile.
Zhao Jianfei grabbed the opponent's finger and slowly led it down, forcing the opponent to kneel to the ground. Then he flew and kicked the black leader to the ground.
The power of this foot was so great that after being kicked down by this foot, the black leader never got up again.
According to Lin Rui's conservative estimate, this guy has at least several ribs broken.
The remaining black people were all frightened and stupefied.
Although they are rampant in the refugee camp, they are at best frightening other refugees.
When they just wanted to rush out of the tent, Lin Rui had already stood in front of them.
"Take your companions away, remember that this tent now belongs to us." Lin Rui pointed to several black people on the ground.
The black people looked at them in fear, and immediately followed his request, helping the injured companions and all ran out of the tent.
These blacks are just like that. In their culture, whoever is stronger can give orders.
Because this is the rule of the tribe, the rule of the jungle.
The more you show off in front of the weak, the more humble and succumbed you will be after seeing the strong.