A Panda's Martial Arts

"Of course you stay here to watch the car, and keep an eye on this kid by the way."

Archer White put on his cloak, and pointed at the boy who was tied to the ground.

"Don't let him run out to call the police, and prevent others from coming to see... What this kid said just now, he also has a grandfather who hasn't come back after leaving the house. If his grandfather comes back, you will kill him together."

While talking, White had already followed in the footsteps of the blond Bill, and the two rushed directly into the forest with their weapons on their shoulders.

Only Aziz was left holding the machete, staring blankly at the direction in which the two of them were heading away.

"This...don't trust me?"

After standing there for a while, Aziz shook his head helplessly.

This is normal, after all, he messed things up by forcefully wanting to hunt with a knife before, and now he didn't prepare any long-range weapons, but bought a machete to bring over, and the two teammates would naturally have doubts about him—— But this time he won't underestimate the enemy like last time, as for excluding him?

But it's not wrong to leave one person alone. After all, it's a bit stupid to leave the empty car where it is in the wild.

What's more, the kid they caught had a grandfather. If the old man came back and called the police directly, it would be meaningless for them to hunt pandas.

"Fortunately, there is something interesting..."

Picking up the red tasseled gun that was thrown on the ground, Aziz looked at it carefully.

It was an antique weapon, and it looked like a weapon that had participated in battles. Although the shape of the weapon was not exquisite, he didn't like exquisite weapons as he liked cold weapons. This kind of actual combat weapon could win his favor even more.

"There are still traces of use. Someone should be practicing with this long gun."

Recalling the posture of the young man holding the long gun just now, Aziz shook his head, then turned the gun head upside down, poked the young man tied to the ground with the barrel of the gun, and asked a question in broken Chinese.

"Hey, boy, has your grandfather practiced martial arts?"

"Uh..." The boy trapped on the ground did not respond, but spat at Aziz——

This action caused the boy to be directly pulled by the gun, but it also forced Aziz to find a piece of cloth to cover the boy's mouth.

It's not the time to kill, at least not now.Since the old man who is about to return may have practiced martial arts, he must have a hostage in his hands to ensure victory.

He has already made the mistake of underestimating the enemy once, and even lost that extremely important saber because of it, so he will not make it again.

It is his job now to kill all the old and the young in a steady manner.

He has always been serious about his work.

"Boy, don't blame me, blame yourself if you want to."

Aziz sighed after cutting a few pieces of rags from the quilt in the main room.

"If you just told us where the panda is, you wouldn't die... huh?"

Before walking out of the main room, Aziz froze at the door.

And in front of him, beside the young man who fell on the ground, a big wolf with white hair on his forehead also froze in place, staring blankly at Aziz who was holding a machete.

Four eyes facing each other...

The big white-haired wolf opened its mouth wide in shock.

"Dang--"

The sound of the sharp blade falling to the ground was clear and sweet, and Aziz's eyes were instantly attracted by the steel knife falling from the mouth of the big white-haired wolf.

The lines on the blade are like clouds in the sky, which is a unique feature of Damascus steel.

"Ow?"

The big white-haired wolf crouched down in horror, with a humanized and flattering look on its wolf face, and even slightly pushed the steel knife in Aziz's direction.

"brute!"

Aziz was so angry that his head was dizzy, the wolf not only dropped his precious knife on the ground, but even let the knife get saliva!

"I'm going to peel your skin off!"

Aziz swung the machete and threw it, the whistling machete brought a black light.

This kind of jungle machete produced by an Ontario company was widely used by the U.S. Army as a path knife during the Vietnam War. The thick blade can easily split small banana trees—even if it is used as a throwing knife at the moment, this machete also shows its application. power.

"Oh!"

With just one blow, the big white-haired wolf was hacked to the point of bleeding, and bones could be seen faintly between the wounds.

"Ow!"

The machete fell to the ground, and the white-haired wolf let out a miserable howl.

Blood trickled from its head, staining its face red.

He should have known earlier, should have known not to listen to the golden monkey's nonsense, such as "you can untie the rope with a knife in the past", "you can't do such a simple thing", is it simple?Can this be called simple?

"Bastard! I want to..."

Behind him, the furious humans had already picked up another knife—that was the Damascus steel knife that the monkey gave it to cut the rope, but now this sharp blade fell into the hands of humans.

Although the white-haired wolf couldn't understand the language spoken by that human, it could sense what the human wanted to do.

That was the first fear it felt, and that was the thing it was most afraid of.

This human wants to peel off its skin!

"sorry!"

The blood dripping from its forehead had already blurred its eyes, and it no longer cared about whether it was a rope or a child. It just wanted to escape from this yard and those things that lingered in its nightmare.

However, there is no escape.

Humans with sharp knives have already blocked the door, and their tall figures cast a large shadow under the sun.

In the shadow, the big white-haired wolf trembled.

It has no escape.

Chapter 26 Broken Knife

He had never been a real wolf.

He had seen those real wolves before, they were cruel, bloody, fast and vicious. When those wild beasts gathered in the mountains and forests gathered together, they could even easily kill a strong black bear. He was still young at that time. They once thought that when they grow up, they will also become the kind of people who walk with wind.

But he couldn't do it.

Being unable to do anything well seems to be a curse surrounding him. He has tried and studied, but no matter how hard he tries to do it, if he can't do it well, he can't do it well.

Real wolves don't keep waste, and he was rightfully expelled.

In order to survive, he endured hunger and starvation, chased rabbits and pretended to be dogs, and even ate shit like a dog——

At that time, as long as he could find something that could be eaten, he would not touch that pile of excrement, but hunger had already destroyed his reason and tore up his weak dignity.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that he despises dogs so much that he can't even swear at them without dogs.

Maybe that was scolding himself too.

Dogs can still do some things, but he, who is out of the pack, can accomplish nothing.

After all these years of hard work, he finally has his own pack of wolves. Although the pack of wolves is still small, he can finally dominate like a wolf king——

Originally, he thought so, he thought he could live his whole life in this small hill with his pack of wolves.

However, the panda appeared.

Originally, he thought he would win the challenge, no matter how many wolves surrounded and killed a panda, he would not lose—but the panda easily killed all the wolves, and then knocked him down with a stone. in the creek.

He screwed things up again, like he always did.

When the golden monkey threatened him, he still had a chance to fight back.It's just a golden monkey, even with that small stone knife, it is impossible to beat an adult wolf, but at that time he was frightened, and he didn't even have the intention to resist - he didn't think about this kind of thing until later I understand, but all that is left to him is endless remorse.

He screwed things up again, like he always did.

When he wanted to attack and kill pandas in the middle of the night, it was one of the few times when he was so determined. He thought that the panda would fight back, and he also thought that he might not be able to defeat the panda, but he never thought that it was just a panda. The clouded leopard that ran over scratched his face and almost killed him - but the one who saved him was the panda he wanted to kill.

He screwed things up again...

When he came out of the mountain later, he thought his bad luck was over, but a flying arrow knocked him to the ground——

At that time, he woke up very early, he escaped the fight by playing dead, and he even really won the chance to escape, almost fleeing into the deep mountains.

But when he accidentally encountered a group of golden monkeys, he was terrified and told all about the panda attack.

Once again, he screwed things up.

He never seemed to accomplish anything.If you can't do things well, you can't practice martial arts.

Both the panda and the golden monkey have improved, only his combat effectiveness has actually declined.

After the back molars were shot by arrows, it was a little difficult for him to eat meat—fortunately, the panda and the golden monkey didn't mean to dislike him, nor did they expel him, and even consciously gave him some energy to take care of him. Tender and tender meat.

He thought that he didn't have to face those things anymore.

"As for the human cub in the yard, I will give you my knife. You can go there with the knife in your mouth, and you can untie the rope with a stroke of the knife. If there is anything left, the kid can run away by himself...

Jianguo probably went out to save that kid, you let him go, I'll call Jianguo back... What do you think I'm doing?Can you not do such a simple thing? "

The words of the golden monkey are still lingering in his ears.

"Such a simple thing, can't you do it well?"

This matter is really not difficult. If it were a golden monkey, it would probably be the same as eating a piece of mutton. Originally, he thought that he could do such a simple thing well.

But it turns out he, once again, screwed things up.

And he was probably going to die.

There's no point in pretending to be dead.He could have played dead like a dog again, just like the dirt dog chained to the gate of the yard, which had already been lying on the ground silently—but he knew better that the human beings in front of him would not pretend to be dead because of him. Death will let him go.

That human being is going to peel off his skin.

"I'm sorry...I mean, I'm so sorry."

He whimpered, making a sound like a dog that has been clubbed.

"I want to live, I don't want to die... don't kill me, okay?"

Humans obviously didn't hear what he said, or didn't understand, they just walked towards him with sharp knives.

Then he flew up and kicked him on the head.

"Bam—"