Local Customs
"Got it!"
"We'll be careful. We'll be done in a moment."
The two experts had just finished speaking after preparing to find a place to relieve themselves when seven or eight people suddenly rose from the bushes not far ahead. Dressed in rags, they glared at the pair.
The two men's hair stood on end.
"Fuck!"
"What kind of monsters are those?"
They were only seven or eight meters from the truck! How had so many ghosts appeared out of nowhere?
This really wasn't discrimination against Black people. Anyone would have been badly frightened if several living people suddenly emerged from some godforsaken corner, silently staring straight at them.
If it had been a little darker, they would have seen only pairs of eyes with whites showing, which would have been even more terrifying.
"Hey!~@#￥%"
The escorting driver shouted and raised his Type 95 Automatic Spear, preparing to fire warning shots above the heads of those locals.
In an instant, the locals scattered like startled birds and beasts, fleeing without a trace. Even in the dense vegetation, they moved incredibly fast, vanishing after only a few darting steps.
The deterrent effect of guns was still quite powerful.
After all, in a place like this, with poor medical care, scarce medicine, and harsh conditions, taking even one bullet basically meant certain death. Being wounded was equivalent to dying; it might even be better to be shot dead on the spot.
"What kind of people are they?"
Even Ye Tong had been startled this time and had almost drawn his sidearm.
"It's fine, it's fine. They're just ordinary people. They came looking for work."
The escorting driver breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that they had turned and fled at the shout showed that they were merely common civilians.