I raise furry animals and fly them to my motherland.

Chapter 173 Scary
"Send the signal! Send it now—"

The man in the baseball cap roared hysterically, kicking away the surging waves of insects at his feet.

When he shakily pulled out his phone, a centipede as thick as a finger was clearly visible on the screen, its dark red shell gleaming eerily in the sunlight.

The centipede suddenly raised its head, its venomous jaws wide open, startling him so much that he let out a strange scream, and his phone flew more than two meters away from his hand.

The situation is even worse for thin people.

He pressed the emergency button on the satellite phone with trembling hands, but felt something cold creeping into his ear.

In the dim light, he saw that his shoulders were covered with a dense swarm of black beetles, some of which were trying to crawl into his nostrils.

"Boss! Something's happened in the underground canyon!" His voice was already trembling with tears. "That woman...that woman...I don't know if she knows Miao witchcraft! She's attracted them!"

A cold, mocking laugh came from the other end of the phone: "Useless trash, can't even handle a woman properly."

The sound seemed to come from an ice cellar, sending chills down the skinny man's spine.

The swarm of insects suddenly erupted at that moment.

Thousands of poisonous insects poured out from the rock crevices, instantly submerging the two men's knees.

The skinny man's cries for help turned into heart-wrenching screams. He frantically pounded his body, but only let more insects crawl into his sleeves.

The man in the baseball cap wasn't in much better shape; a dozen scorpions had crawled into his trouser leg, their venomous stingers mercilessly piercing his flesh.

In less than a minute, the two were wrapped up like writhing black mummies.

The baseball cap wanted to scream, but as soon as it opened its mouth, several centipedes took the opportunity to crawl inside.

The venom, mixed with extreme fear, caused their eyes to roll uncontrollably upwards, eventually leading to complete unconsciousness.

They fell to the ground like two puppets, their weapons clattering onto the rocks.

The deathly silence lasted for about ten minutes.

Suddenly, as if receiving some silent command, the swarm of insects rustled and retreated to both sides, making way for a one-meter-wide path on the sand.

Xu Ying walked slowly in her Martin boots, the soles making a teeth-grinding "snap" sound on the sandy ground.

She crouched down and skillfully inspected the hunting rifle on the ground, finding that not a single bullet was missing from the magazine.

"It seems your boss is quite generous."

Xu Ying frowned; these people's weapons were far more professional than those of the previous poachers.

Her movements were clean and efficient as she untied the rope from the tactical belt, clearly indicating that she had received professional training.

Xu Ying had previously experienced large-scale tribal armed conflicts while rescuing animals in Africa, so she was not afraid of these things.

In less than three minutes, the two tomb raiders were tied up like dumplings. Xu Ying gave the knot a slight tug, and the two were dragged like dead dogs toward the off-road motorcycle parked not far away.

After the Bactrian camels waited quietly, Xu Ying revealed a rare gentle expression.

She stroked the camel's fluffy head: "Mountain Peak, wait for me here."

The mountain gently nuzzled her palm before turning and disappearing into the shadows of the canyon.

Xu Ying addressed the "Five Poisons" army in the canyon, saying, "Thank you everyone, I'll come back with food to see you!"

[Just come visit us, no need to bring gifts!]
We will protect this big camel!
"Good boy!" Xu Ying praised, then got on the sand motorcycle.

The motorcycle engine roared like a beast as Xu Ying carried two unconscious prisoners into the depths of the desert.

The two people in the back seat were quickly jolted awake. The thin man was the first to regain consciousness. He struggled to lift his head, his face turning a strange bluish-purple due to the poison.

"You wretched woman," his voice was hoarse like sandpaper, "you're dead. The boss's men are already on their way."

Before he could finish speaking, the man began to cough violently, and white foam tinged with blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The man in the baseball cap was in even worse shape, but he still forced a ferocious smile: "Let us go now, and we might leave you a whole corpse."

His pupils were already dilating, yet he still made a last-ditch effort: "Dozens of men, fully armed, you can't escape."

Xu Ying didn't even turn his head, but simply twisted the accelerator slightly.

She was going to meet up with the military support.

On the motorcycle's dashboard, a miniature locator disguised as a tachometer was flashing rhythmically. In the rearview mirror, a cloud of dust suddenly billowed up from the distant horizon.

Twelve modified off-road vehicles appeared in sight like a pack of hungry wolves.

In the lead vehicle, a burly, bald man with a fierce face leaned half his body out of the window, his double-barreled shotgun spitting out dazzling flames.

"Bang!" The bullet whizzed past the motorcycle wheel, carving a crater the size of a bowl into the hard Gobi Desert.

"Hahaha! One more shot!"

The man in the baseball cap on the back seat suddenly became excited, his bound body writhing like a maggot. "See that? That's the boss's henchman, Black Bear! You're finished!"

Xu Ying narrowed her eyes slightly. Through her Bluetooth earpiece, the soldier was already reminding her to watch out for the helicopter landing.

The pursuers were getting closer and closer; the nearest vehicle was within 150 meters.

Another shot rang out, this time the bullet accurately pierced the motorcycle's rear fender, sending metal fragments flying everywhere.

Just at this critical moment, a muffled thunderous roar suddenly came from the sky.

Everyone involuntarily looked up—three dark green Z-10 attack helicopters, like mythical golden-winged rocs, swooped down from the clouds in combat formation.

The rocket pods under the wings gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the 30mm cannons had already locked onto ground targets.

"Fuck."

The bald, burly man's shotgun clattered to the ground under the car, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

The ground tremors grew more and more violent, and two ZBL-09 wheeled armored vehicles suddenly emerged from behind the sand dunes on both sides, their massive 8x8 tires crushing the gravel with a chilling cracking sound.

The 12.7mm heavy machine gun on the roof of the vehicle slowly rotated, its dark muzzle pointing directly at the tomb raiders' convoy.

What's even more disheartening is that each armored vehicle is followed by twelve fully armed special forces soldiers, all wearing dark helmets and with their automatic rifles ready to fire.

"Everyone listen!"

"Put down your weapons! Surrender immediately!"

The loudspeaker on the armored vehicle emitted a clear and distinct warning, the sound echoing through the desert.

The entire tomb raiding gang was thrown into chaos instantly.

I've never seen anything like this before!

This is treating them like enemies!
Who exactly is this woman? Does she know the legendary Miao witchcraft and has the military backing her up?
Some people knelt on the ground with their hands raised, while others slumped in their seats, muttering to themselves, "We're just digging up some antiques. Is it really necessary to deploy an armed helicopter?"

One of the younger tomb raiders was so terrified he wet himself, crying out, "This is like an anti-terrorism drill!"