The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

With Old Muto leading the way, they arrived at Olduvai Gorge just after 3 a.m., and now it was still some time before 4 a.m., the darkest moment before dawn, and the time when most people were soundly asleep.

Since the camp gate had not been installed yet, the people inside just pulled up two chevaux de frise stakes to block the gate. That thing couldn't even stop monkeys, let alone humans.

The unattended campfire was almost extinguished, and the boundary between light and darkness was gradually approaching the center of the circle formed by the tents. Two old black men sitting by the campfire lowered their heads and watered the grass on the ground in front of them with their saliva.

"Well!"

One of the guards, A, felt someone covering his mouth and nose and was suddenly awakened by a feeling of suffocation. However, before he could struggle, he felt a slight pain in his neck and lost consciousness again.

At the same time, Guard B, who was standing across the campfire from him, had fallen limply to the ground. Jack pulled the dagger back from the old black man's armpit and showed his big white teeth, which were as shiny as his own, to the stunned white man beside him.

Clay released his fingers from guard A's carotid artery and eased his limp body back slightly. Jack stepped over the dying campfire and grabbed his feet.

The two men worked together to carry the unconscious Old Black out of the camp, and behind them, Old MUTO's younger brother Yi Mobai took off his shirt and sat in the original position of Guard A.

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When someone who has lived in the city for a long time is in the wilderness of a wild place, it is hard not to feel panic.

The unpolluted starlight is beautiful, but if you look at it for too long you will have the illusion of falling into it. When it is not a full moon, that little bit of moonlight can hardly dispel the darkness around you.

Guard A was very scared at this time, even though he was not from the city.

But if anyone wakes up with a knife on his neck and surrounded by guys who are eyeing him covetously, the first thing he would feel is definitely not a sense of security.

Old Mutos exerted a little force with his arms and pushed the three-edged spike in his hand upwards. Guard A's body stiffened instantly and he couldn't help but hold his breath, so there was no need to continue struggling.

The bayonet slowly pierced the skin on the guard's chin, and blood slowly flowed down the blade of the three-edged bayonet. Old Mutos then released his rough big hands that were covering the other's mouth and nose and began to ask questions in the local dialect.

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"Bang!" A crisp gunshot rang beside his ears. Elijah, who was sleeping on the only bed in the entire camp, subconsciously reached under the pillow, but found nothing.

Then he felt a pain in his ankle, and then he was hit by a strange force that he could not resist, and he flew out.

"Oh!"

Although Jack prefers to use skills to defeat the enemy most of the time, it still feels good to use brute force occasionally.

He slightly copied the way the Hulk threw Loki, but he still used a little bit of skill at the last moment, otherwise Elijah would most likely have his brain burst and died on the spot.

Holding the little boy Nicholas who was still wiping his tears, Hannah stepped directly between Elijah's legs, stepped over his body and walked out of the chapel. Elijah, who had just been knocked unconscious, let out an inhuman scream and woke up immediately.

Jack's gunshot was the signal for action. When he dragged the half-dead Elijah and Hannah outside, the place was already in chaos.

According to Guard A's instructions just now, except for Elijah who is qualified to live in the chapel, everyone else can only live in tents temporarily until the wooden houses in the camp are built.

Jack was still a little confused at the time. He could see the situation in the camp at a glance. There were only eight tents built around the campfire, and they were all small double tents. He didn't know how these guys squeezed in.

Now the answer is revealed, it is just a simple squeeze, regardless of the number of people or even gender.

After Old Muto learned the situation in the camp from Guard A, they left a militia member to guard the prisoners, and the others sneaked into the camp.

Two people were serving each tent and had cut the mooring ropes with a knife in advance. When gunshots were heard in the chapel, everyone opened the tents at the same time and shone the strong flashlights on the disgusting flesh worms on the ground.

8 tents, more than 30 people, men and women, men and women, men and women, men and women, black and white, white and black, white and black, white and black.

A variety of combinations, a variety of matches, and varying quantities are available.

This job was easier than imagined, but also more disgusting than imagined. The butt of the rifle hit down hard again and again, and the militia boys of Old Muto were extremely ruthless. Anyway, regardless of right or wrong, it was right to beat the men.

Ten minutes later, everyone was gathered around the campfire. As a few new pieces of firewood were thrown in, the fire flickered slightly before burning brightly again.

"Put on all your clothes!" Old Muto ordered two of his militiamen to throw a pile of clothes in front of them and repeated the order in English, Swahili and several local dialects.

Most of the people woke up and put on their clothes tremblingly. The rest were still immersed in sleep or hallucinations, unconsciously making all kinds of ugly gestures. Most of them were the women who were abducted.

"These were found in the tent." Aubrey handed a few bags to Jack. He opened them and saw that some of them were bighead carp and the rest were various kinds of dried mushrooms.

After feeding them water and inducing vomiting, it was already dawn. All the male believers in the camp had their hands and feet tied, and the women who had been abducted had basically regained consciousness.

Elijah, who had several ribs broken by Jack, finally recovered with a groan, and spoke in a tone of a charlatan.

"Whether you are the CIA or Interpol, this place is not under your jurisdiction. Everyone here has gathered together and come to this sacred place out of free will."

Is the FBI so shameless? Jack kicked him on the butt with a little dissatisfaction, kicked him down beside the bonfire, and almost let him be burned at the stake.

"I'm FBI Special Agent in Charge Jubal Valentine. Stop playing Elijah. You're under arrest for the kidnapping of 22 American citizens and the murder of one of them."

Jubal was quick-witted and pulled him back, and gave him a pair of beautiful silver bracelets.

"Nonsense, no one has been kidnapped here, everyone is safe here. Only in this sacred place can you escape the crisis of your soul and work together to build our utopia, away from the devil and darkness!"

"Pa!" A woman staggered forward, slapped Elijah in the face with all her strength, and then rushed towards the little boy Nicholas in Hannah's arms, crying.

"Oh my God, what have you done to my baby?"