50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 895 Capture alive
Any stranger who saw this scene would probably think that these primitive people were about to make sashimi from the "big fish".

Sun Zhiwei knew that they were probably going to hold some kind of ceremony, but most likely they wouldn't eat people.

He saw many animal skeletons near the camp, but found no human remains.

More important evidence is that on the other side of the camp, there is a burial site where, several meters below the ground, many neatly arranged human skeletons are buried, clearly a cemetery for the dead.

Cannibals wouldn't have cemeteries, because they would eat the dead members of their tribe.

Sun Zhiwei knew it was time. He put on his full gear, including a stab-proof vest and helmet.

Then, he took out a black caiman that had been stored in the space yesterday.

The crocodile was of medium size, weighing about 300 kilograms. He first used spatial cutting to sever half of the crocodile's neck and drain the blood from its body.

Then he carried the crocodile on his shoulder and walked step by step toward the tribe's settlement.

Before he could get very close to the settlement, he was spotted by the tribe's guards.

Immediately, a sharp alarm whistle rang out, and a large group of hunters with weapons rushed out of the camp and quickly surrounded Sun Zhiwei.

At this moment, Sun Zhiwei had arrived at the entrance of the camp. From here, he could clearly see the campfire in the middle of the camp and the "big fish" that had been stripped naked next to the campfire.

However, no hunter dared to take the initiative to attack Sun Zhiwei.

Not only because they hadn't figured out what Sun Zhiwei was wearing, but also because of the enormous black caiman on his shoulder.

How could members of a tribe that has lived in the jungle for a long time not recognize such a top predator? Normally, their hunters would run as far away as possible when they see such a huge creature.

Because their weapons, whether bows and arrows or blowguns, were no match for the crocodile's thick armor.

But this person actually killed one and carried it over; it weighed several hundred kilograms.

They couldn't figure out what Sun Zhiwei's purpose was, and they all looked at him nervously until the tribe's chief came in front of them.

Sun Zhiwei knew that the person in front of him was the leader of the tribe, and that he was the one in charge here.

To show his sincerity, he dropped the black caiman from his shoulder; the heavy carcass, weighing several hundred kilograms, slammed onto the ground, seemingly causing the earth to tremble.

Then, Sun Zhiwei spread his arms to indicate that he had no weapons. He then pointed to the crocodile and then to the "big fish" next to the fire.

Although they were primitive people, they had no problem with intelligence, and they quickly understood Sun Zhiwei's simple intention to exchange.

Trading a small prey for a large one was not a problem at all, and the tribal chief agreed to the exchange.

However, Sun Zhiwei was not allowed to enter the camp. Instead, two hunters carried the "big fish" out and threw it next to the crocodile.

Then, a group of people hurriedly dragged the hundreds of kilograms of crocodile into the camp.

During this time, Sun Zhiwei did not make any unnecessary movements, just watched quietly until the transaction ended and all the tribal members slowly retreated back to the camp.

Although the "big fish" lying on the ground was too weak to speak, gratitude still welled up in its eyes.

When he saw Sun Zhiwei wearing a windbreaker and a motorcycle helmet, he almost burst into tears. No matter who Sun Zhiwei was, his treatment couldn't possibly be worse than if he had fallen into the hands of the locals.

As long as they are modern people, they can communicate with each other, and even if they are treated poorly, they are still treated as human beings. But to the primitive people in the tribe, he is just food.

After the camp fence was closed, Sun Zhiwei walked over to "Big Fish," grabbed the rope on his feet, and dragged him away from the indigenous camp.

Being dragged along the ground naked was certainly not comfortable, but "Big Fish" couldn't object and could only let out a few short groans.

The "big fish" is in bad shape. It has multiple wounds on its skin, including scratches from the forest, burns from the fire, falls, and bites. Some of the wounds have started to fester.
He is currently suffering from severe blood loss because he has had a large amount of blood sucked by giant leeches;
When he fell off the waterfall, he suffered internal injuries and multiple bone fractures. Unlike the mercenary captain, he didn't suffer internal bleeding, which can only be described as good luck.

In addition, after being bitten by bullet ants, he ventured alone into the jungle for several hours.

During this time, he was first attacked by many poisonous insects, and then hit by a poisoned arrow from a native hunter, which caused him to be poisoned and bleed again.

He probably has dozens of different toxins in his body now.

If left unattended, the "big fish" will probably die within a day or two, given its current condition.

Sun Zhiwei will bring him back. Although he won't let him die easily, he won't give him much treatment either. It's enough to save his life and take him back.

Once he had dragged the "big fish" out of the native camp's sight, he didn't hesitate and sent a large dose of sleeping pills into the "big fish's" stomach.

Soon, the "big fish" fell into a deep coma.

Only then did he treat the "big fish's" wounds. After making sure the wounds wouldn't bleed too much, he took out a large suitcase and stuffed the "big fish" inside.

Then, he found a clearing with no dense forest overhead and took out a Black Hawk helicopter from his storage space.

The mission is complete. Now it's time to get the person back as quickly as possible. We're already deep in the Amazon rainforest, and he doesn't want to trek hundreds of kilometers through the rainforest again.

Soon, Sun Zhiwei piloted the Black Hawk helicopter, using a compass to determine his direction, and flew south.

He corrected his route every time he encountered a river along the way. After several attempts, he finally found the correct course and, after about two hours, Sun Zhiwei finally returned to Koviha.

After landing on the outskirts of Koviha, Sun Zhiwei carried a large suitcase to the Koviha Hospital and found members of the tracking team chatting in a ward.

When they saw Sun Zhiwei reappear after several days, carrying a huge suitcase, they all looked at him with expectant eyes.

He Tao, knowing full well the answer, pressed on with, "Alive?"

Sun Zhiwei smiled and said, "Alive," then gently patted the box.

Everyone got excited, and three patients even tried to get out of bed, but Sun Zhiwei quickly stopped them.

"You guys better take it easy. Don't you know your own health conditions? Don't cause any trouble."

"This is no longer your concern. Your most important task now is to recover from your injuries. Don't get bitten to death by mosquitoes while on a mission; that would be a laughing stock for a thousand years."

(End of this chapter)