Infinite Hunter

The lakeshore was surrounded by trees, but half of the shoreline was flat, with grassy terrain that varied in elevation. Cheng Yijiu walked along the shore, his rifle slung over his shoulder, occasionally scanning the surface through binoculars—he knew he'd likely see nothing. Crocodiles tend to bask in the sun, then dive into the water to hunt, then return to the shore to bask in the sun again. Generally speaking, crocodiles, as reptiles, aren't very active.

There were many animals around the lakeshore, but Cheng Yijiu had no intention of hunting deer, pigs, or other creatures. Moreover, bears that were not mother bears with cubs would actively avoid humans. Cheng Yijiu made quite a noise in the woods, and any wild animal with ears would have left far away. Cheng Yijiu saw a bear running in another direction. He stood on a high ground and saw the bear charging around. "I don't have a bear hunting license, so forget it."

The zookeeper was nearby, and it would be difficult to deal with him if he killed the bear, even though everyone's attention was focused on the crocodile. Cheng Yijiu no longer thought about what had happened. It was just a crocodile. It was a miracle that it could survive in Maine... After walking a short distance, Cheng Yijiu narrowed his eyes. He picked up the telescope, "This... If I'm not mistaken, this should be the head of a crocodile!"

The crocodile's head looked like driftwood on the water surface, but even though the water temperature was quite high, it was still a cold-water lake, and the wood was all underwater. Cheng Yijiu carefully identified the outline, and the more he looked, the more certain he was that it was a crocodile's head. He walked down slowly, but after a few steps he realized that this was not going to work. "The shooting angle is too small, I need to climb to a higher position!" So he began to climb up the tree, and the crocodile was not worried - in most cases, crocodiles don't move much, and he hoped that this time would be the same.

Cheng Yijiu was about sixty meters away from the crocodile. He had absolute confidence in the power of his rifle. "This isn't a movie. A crocodile can't stop the power of a bullet—even if it's a seven or eight meter long crocodile!"

Chapter 48 Killing

With his rifle strapped to his back, Cheng Yijiu quickly climbed to a height of more than ten meters above the ground. Several missions had strengthened his body. Despite his skinny, yellow-skinned appearance, he was actually just as strong as the Samoans, the strongest people in the world. Whether it was strength, agility, or physical fitness, he was the best.

Cheng Yijiu sat astride a branch, legs apart. Luckily, he hadn't chosen a fir tree, otherwise he'd have to climb over twenty meters before finding a branch. After settling firmly, Cheng Yijiu removed the rifle from his back, leaned his back against the trunk, and held it firmly in his left hand. With nothing to lean on, he could only rely on the strength of his left hand to stabilize the rifle. He moved closer to the white light sight. Wind speed measurement wasn't necessary at this distance; it wasn't at the point where it would affect him.

"It's only less than 70 meters. This angle is really good." Cheng Yijiu carefully aimed through the white light sight. At this angle, he could indeed shoot through the crocodile's skull and destroy its brain stem—but he still had to aim very carefully, after all, it wasn't a straight 90-degree angle. Although this was a large crocodile, its hard scales and thick skull were no match for human weapons.

The 30-06 Winchester M70 rifle was powerful enough to easily penetrate the giant crocodile. Cheng Yijiu held his breath as he aimed. Although his hand was steady, it was still shaking slightly, and Cheng Yijiu was waiting for the moment when his hand would shake to the required degree.

Cheng Yijiu pulled the trigger, a dull gunshot rang out, and his body slammed backwards into the tree trunk. He put down his rifle and watched the crocodile sink. "It must have been hit," Cheng Yijiu said. He quickly climbed down the tree and walked towards the crocodile. He was still very careful not to get close to the water. "I can't see any blood or water. It's not good in the movie..." After a while, the body of a crocodile floated to the surface of the water.

It must be a corpse, as it wasn't moving. Cheng Yijiu rushed back to the RV, retrieved a large roll of rope and a four-claw hook, and the others followed him. They had heard gunshots, and Cheng Yijiu came back and said he might have killed a crocodile. When they got there, the crocodile didn't sink, nor was it being tormented by any other creature. If there was a second crocodile biting it, Cheng Yijiu wouldn't mind another shot, which would probably complete his mission.

This mission wasn't difficult. As long as they stayed out of the water, it wasn't dangerous. The key was whether the crocodile would be discovered. Even if it was only fifteen or twenty meters long, it wouldn't matter. It was better not to think that carbon-based creatures could withstand modern weapons. If it were really fifteen or twenty meters long, Cheng Yijiu figured the worst that could happen was a 12.7 caliber Lao Gan Ma.

After casting a grappling hook and catching the alligator, several men worked together to pull it closer, confirming it was indeed dead. The alligator's tail came closer first, and the sheriff bravely tied a rope to it. Then the car's winch came into play—why use human labor when you can use mechanical force? After hauling the alligator ashore, the fat man took out a tape measure and measured it.

"Dude, you're going to make the record! You're the man who shot the largest saltwater crocodile ever!" the fat man yelled. "7.57 meters! Male!" Cheng Yijiu also stood aside to watch, his first attention focused on where he was shooting. "Fatty, if I were you, get away from it!" Cheng Yijiu immediately grabbed his rifle and aimed directly at the crocodile. Everyone else was shocked.

"Hurry!" Cheng Yijiu shouted, and the fat man shrugged his shoulders inexplicably. "Hey, man. Do you think it's still alive?" The next moment, the crocodile that was presumed dead suddenly twisted its body, opened its mouth and bit him. Cheng Yijiu quickly opened fire. This time, he didn't bother to take careful aim, but just fired at the crocodile's head repeatedly. He fired all five bullets in one breath, but the fat man was still bitten...

The crocodile stopped moving. Cheng Yijiu's first shot should have killed it, but perhaps the crocodile was so resilient that it wasn't completely dead, but rather in suspended animation. In short, Cheng Yijiu relied entirely on his predator's intuition to know the crocodile was still alive. "No wonder I keep getting this chill down my spine," Cheng Yijiu muttered. The fat man looked miserable, his thighs and buttocks bloodied and mangled, but luckily, his injuries weren't serious; the crocodile hadn't had a chance to fully close its bite before he was killed.

The crocodile's skull was practically shattered. The sheriff's 9mm cannonball hadn't done much damage; most of the bullets had bounced off its armor or penetrated only a few centimeters into its body. Cheng Yijiu's rifle, however, had completely ripped the crocodile's skull apart. The fat man was rushed to the hospital by helicopter; he had money, after all... while Cheng Yijiu was busy cutting up the crocodile.

The first step was to skin the crocodile. The local sheriff and conservationist wanted to keep the skin local, and Cheng Yijiu had no interest in keeping it, so they hit it off. When they cut open the crocodile's stomach, they found human remains, proving that this crocodile was one of the people who had eaten people in the lake.

Cheng Yijiu only wanted the crocodile's skull, but it still needed to be defatted before being used as a specimen. "The back of the skull is completely shattered... and the brain is rotten. I've finally killed it." But there was still one crocodile—this Cheng Yijiu knew, but the others were still unaware. Now everyone thought it was all over and prepared to clean up the mess and leave.

Cheng Yijiu threw the crocodile skull outside the car and went in to rest.

But at night, Cheng Yijiu opened the latticed window, enjoying the cool night breeze and lost in thought as he gazed at the moonlight reflected on the lake. His rifle lay on a nearby table; Cheng Yijiu hadn't loaded it this time, but had just finished servicing it. He heard a few sporadic noises. "It's probably just raccoons or rats gnawing on the remaining flesh on the crocodile's skull," Cheng Yijiu thought. Of course, he didn't bother to chase these little beasts away.

After watching for a while, Cheng Yijiu prepared to close the window and go to sleep. As for what to do with the other crocodile? He would talk about it when he had the chance. The sporadic noises outside continued, and Cheng Yijiu couldn't bring himself to fire a shot - everyone was resting, and firing a shot would simply draw hatred.

After closing the window, Cheng Yijiu tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He felt as if something was amiss. "It's probably because of those noises. Maybe it's a bear causing trouble... Never mind." He drifted off, half asleep and half awake.

Chapter 49, Article 2

Cheng Yijiu fell into a deep sleep, but suddenly the ground shook, and he fell out of bed, and the things in the RV were clattering everywhere. Cheng Yijiu woke up and quickly put on his shoes and clothes, then grabbed the fixed rifle - the rifle was not loaded, and he needed to get the bullets.

"What the hell!" Cheng Yijiu cursed inwardly. He was crawling on the "ground" with the door above his head. The second collision came again. This time, instead of rolling, the whole car was knocked out. Cheng Yijiu also rolled due to the collision and hit his head. There was something outside hitting his RV, and it was a big and powerful object. Cheng Yijiu had some ideas about it, but he was still not completely sure.

Because the impact point was clearly below, Cheng Yijiu could only assume it was a large crocodile—this mission was all about crocodiles, so if a giant grizzly bear showed up... well, that wasn't out of the question. Cheng Yijiu also read animal novels, worried that he'd one day be transported to a world set in a novel.

There were many novels about giant bears, not to mention the documentary Sanmao's "Brown Bear," which he had experienced, but also the American novel "Gris Grizzly Bear." Could a regressive brown bear have the power to overturn his RV? Cheng Yijiu thought it might be possible if it were a male cave bear that once existed in North America. After all, modern North American brown bears are thought to have at most 2.4 percent of their genes descended from cave bears, so a brown bear with a regressive cave bear physique wasn't impossible.

A one-ton bear should be able to overturn his RV, but it would have to be positioned higher up. The impact point was below, so it was most likely a crocodile. Cheng Yijiu just needed to take a look. He stood up and climbed up using the furniture racks fixed to the chassis. As he climbed, he touched his forehead and found blood... Cheng Yijiu cursed inwardly, and then gunshots were heard.

His car jolted again. Fortunately, Cheng Yijiu had a firm grip on the shelf, but the suddenly protruding furniture drawer still hit his ribs, almost forcing him to let go. The collision made him breathless, and he coughed a few times before adjusting himself. His muscles were strong enough that the previous collision did not cause any rib fractures. With his increasingly strong upper body muscles, Cheng Yijiu easily pulled himself back to the original door position.

He opened the door and immediately scrambled to the side—he wasn't sure it was a crocodile, and he wasn't sure it was lying half-upright on the car. So, after confirming it was clear, he crawled to the side and opened the window. Sure enough, he saw a shadow—a long shadow pressing down on the other side. Using the furniture to stabilize himself, Cheng Yijiu grabbed the leather bag and began loading his ammunition.

The RV's hard shell was a mix of aluminum and steel, offering only moderate protection against bullets. Since Cheng Yijiu already knew the direction of the shadow, he could almost infer its location. After reloading, Cheng Yijiu let go, then, once he had steadied himself, aimed and fired. His movements were swift, and in the blink of an eye, all five rounds were empty. He quickly pulled out his second pistol and loaded it.

Along with the tremors, there was a heavy crash outside. Cheng Yijiu finally crawled to the door and leaned out. He could see a huge tail swishing in the grass, and it quickly disappeared. There were bloodstains on the five holes on the side of the car. It seemed that Cheng Yijiu had not miscalculated and had hit the target accurately. After crawling out, he saw the sheriff running over from the other side. He must have been the one who caused the gunshot.

Cheng Yijiu jumped off the overturned RV, and the sheriff ran over—he hadn't even had time to put on his pants. "There was also a crocodile, a big one. It almost killed us just now." The helicopter hadn't returned yet, but no one seemed to be injured and needed to be evacuated immediately. After asking a few questions, Cheng Yijiu realized that the "trap" set by the fat man before he was taken to the hospital had indeed served as a warning.

He couldn't hear it from here, but the trap was set near their barracks and the crocodile had triggered it during the night.

Cheng Yijiu didn't start tracking until daybreak. The bloodstains on the ground and the crushing marks left by the crocodile's massive body made it easy to find the crocodile in the water. He sighed. A crocodile in the water was a difficult target. He had no desire to kill a giant crocodile in the water. Furthermore, rifles weren't very effective at shooting underwater targets. High-speed bullets shattered when they entered the water, making them useless at depths of 1.5 to 2 meters.

The sheriff, however, didn't seem to agree, as he immediately secured a boat, and the ranger and the woman from the museum jumped aboard, ready to search for the crocodile. Cheng Yijiu refused to board the boat, merely gesturing at the crocodile's tracks. The size of a crocodile can be determined by the width of the tracks and the spacing between its claws, and this crocodile might be even larger than the one Cheng Yijiu had shot.

Cheng Yijiu's RV hadn't flipped over yet, but that didn't stop him from retrieving his tools. He climbed a tree and followed the sheriff's boat with binoculars. He actually saw the crocodile. It was like a movie scene: the crocodile was following them, and the men didn't even notice it. Unfortunately, the distance was too far, but Cheng Yijiu still raised his rifle—a white-light scope wouldn't be very effective against a moving target like that.

Cheng Yijiu had to estimate the lead time himself, which was a bit tricky, but after calculating the wind speed and distance, he fired. The bullet clearly missed the crocodile, entering the water about ten meters in front of the crocodile's head. Cheng Yijiu quickly adjusted his aim and fired a second shot. This one was too shallow, but the impact point was already a "straddle." Cheng Yijiu chuckled to himself.

The people on the boat were also startled. They were of course terrified that Cheng Yijiu had actually opened fire on them, but when they saw the crocodile, they knew he was incredibly reliable. They also raised their weapons and opened fire—but the problem was, what good were 9mm pistols and shotguns? They couldn't even hit the crocodile from over 20 meters away; the water just splashed around it, and the crocodile sometimes dived into the water, making it even more difficult to catch.

Their barrage of fire effectively disrupted Cheng Yijiu's shooting. He could only curse and then watch through his binoculars, hoping the crocodile would surface again. Fortunately, the boat was moving fairly fast, so the crocodile shouldn't be able to catch up. "Where did this crocodile get the sun to be able to move at this hour?" Cheng Yijiu wondered, wondering if it wasn't the sun...

Chapter 50: Easier than expected

Yes, the water temperature here is significantly higher than other lakes at the same latitude, and the water temperature of the nearby rivers is also much lower. Cheng Yijiu believes that there must be underground hot springs seeping into the lake water. Of course, it is also possible that the higher geothermal areas are helping to warm the crocodiles. Cheng Yijiu raised his rifle again and waited for the crocodile to surface. If nothing unexpected happened, the crocodile would still chase the boat.

Sure enough, not long after the gang stopped firing uselessly, the crocodile surfaced again. Mastering speed and distance wasn't easy, and Cheng Yijiu's next shot still missed. He shook his head, and the next shot also missed. Cheng Yijiu fished out the clip from the leather magazine, which held five rounds. He pulled the bolt and loaded the five rounds into the chamber.

Cheng Yijiu took a few deep breaths and repositioned his gun. He felt relieved now that he wasn't on that damn boat. "Don't put yourself in a dangerous situation." That was his motto—the speedboat before him was a prime example. If he were on that boat, his mood would definitely be different, and being nervous wasn't good for shooting. "What the hell!" Cheng Yijiu cursed and began to focus on the crocodile again through the scope.

He had a strange feeling that he might hit it. The first shot, the second, the third, and the fourth shot hit it. Relying on the feeling from the fourth shot, Cheng Yijiu quickly fired the fifth shot—but unfortunately, it missed by a hair's breadth. It must have missed, because he thought he saw the splash of the bullet hitting the water. The people on the boat were also firing, but by the time Cheng Yijiu fired the third shot, they had ceased fire.

If nothing unexpected happens, the bullets should have been used up.

Normally, at this point, they could only rely on the tools and axes on the speedboat. However, Cheng Yijiu had another load of bullets, but this time he didn't rush to fire. "It would be better to wait until the crocodiles catch up with them and climb onto the boat before firing." Although this was too dangerous for everyone on the boat, it was the only way to save most of them.

As long as the crocodile keeps most of its body above water, you can be confident of hitting it.

But the crocodile suddenly dove, and Cheng Yijiu lost sight of it—while the speedboat kept going, trying to use this opportunity to distance itself. Cheng Yijiu put away his gun and stood up straight. He thought everything should be fine for now—the boat was almost in shore, and the crocodile couldn't catch up unless it could fly. He desperately wanted to get back to his car to eat something; the continuous shooting had made him a little thirsty.

He had just climbed through the skylight when he found himself in the living room. "The crocodile is dead?!" Cheng Yijiu was also very surprised. He had not expected it to be so simple. He quickly ran to the second floor to take a look. Sure enough, including Gustav, the last hunt, this time he had three giant crocodile specimens—and Gustav was the smallest. Cheng Yijiu ran directly to the only crocodile specimen he had not observed up close.

After a careful inspection, he found two repaired bullet holes on the crocodile's chest and abdomen. "The two shots I fired in the car really hit it," he said. The holes indicated that one of the two shots had exited the crocodile's back, while the other bullet must have lodged inside the crocodile. He continued his inspection and found a bullet penetration mark on the crocodile's snout. Cheng Yijiu quickly went to look at the corresponding skeletal specimen.

Sure enough, this bullet penetrated the upper jaw, and then the bullet shattered and shattered the teeth on the opposite side and part of the upper jaw - there were obvious signs of repair and splicing... "Not fatal." Finally, Cheng Yijiu found the bullet hole at the back of the crocodile's skull, penetrating the brainstem inside the skull... "My fifth shot actually hit it?"

The fifth shot should have been fatal. The first and second shots hit, and I wonder if they penetrated any vital organs... Anyway, the two crocodiles were killed. Over eight meters long, this was the largest saltwater crocodile kill ever recorded—they were saltwater crocodiles, Cheng Yijiu was certain of that. He was now an animal taxonomist...

After watching for a while, Cheng Yijiu let out a long sigh, put away his weapon and prepared to rest.

He planned to return to China. If he continued to stay in the United States, his current lifestyle would likely attract scrutiny from US authorities like the IRS. He wouldn't be able to explain the source of much of his income. Rather than facing fines and deportation, which could expose his secrets, it would be better to return home before the IRS came calling. Cheng Yijiu immediately took action, packing up his belongings, selling his RV, and buying a plane ticket to return home.

All the bounties—yes, after hunting Gustav and the two giant crocodiles, Cheng Yijiu had received a bounty, probably close to $100,000. Of course, he couldn't spend it. It was all cash with no source. If he took it out, not only the IRS but even the FBI would be on his trail. He placed the bounties on the long table in the hall, then packed his backpack and prepared to return home.

It was safe, and no law enforcement agencies were targeting him - not yet, so he passed through customs and boarded the plane safely, and then the plane took off... His only luxury was to use the money from selling the RV and the "legal income" accumulated from his part-time jobs to buy a business-class ticket to make himself feel a little better on this long-distance flight.

The plane landed at Pudong Airport, and he passed through customs without a single problem. Only then did he finally feel relieved—anything the Americans wanted to do was too late, whether it was collecting taxes or something else, there was nothing they could do to him. With a relaxed air, he made plans: "I'll rent a place first... Then I'll exchange my US dollars for RMB—I'll find some black market guys, and a hundred thousand US dollars shouldn't be a problem."

If he deposited the RMB into the bank, even a few hundred thousand wouldn't trigger financial surveillance—he was depositing it into his real-name account, and there was no guarantee of frequent transfers. Simply depositing money without frequent transfers wouldn't attract the attention of the relevant authorities. After making his calculations, Cheng Yijiu pulled out his phone and began looking for scalpers...

Later, he exchanged $10,000 for a room at the hotel—of course, he could only receive it after booking a room. He tried the public restroom, but it didn't work; he couldn't get into the room after opening the door. After the exchange, he fell asleep, thinking about finding an apartment the next day...

Volume: Blood Orchid

Chapter 1 Preparation

After returning to his homeland, Cheng Yijiu felt an unprecedented sense of security—a level of peace he hadn't experienced in the United States. His only regret was that he couldn't practice shooting in his daily life, but general physical training was still no problem. He discovered that the computer in the lobby could not only understand his words and assign him tasks, but also handle useless exchanges and even arrange his training schedule.

Maintaining physical fitness was essential, so Cheng Yijiu went out for a run after waking up early. "I need to rent a house. It doesn't have to be expensive, a house in the suburbs will be fine." Cheng Yijiu thought carefully as he ran. He needed a fixed address so he could blend in with the crowd. Income wasn't a problem—the bounties offered by his hunting targets were quite high these days.

"Oh? By the way, I have to ask if this computer can directly exchange US dollars into RMB? I remember that the bounty given for the mission in China was in RMB." After making up his mind, Cheng Yijiu returned to the hotel room. After pushing the door open, he did not go to the lobby - Cheng Yijiu only recently discovered that he could actually control whether to enter the house or the room he rented.

If he rented a hotel room but didn't show any signs of staying there, it would still reveal some flaws. Cheng Yijiu wanted to blend in with the crowd and didn't want to stand out at all. So Cheng Yijiu finished his morning wash and brushing in the hotel bathroom, made a little mess of the bed, and then checked out after breakfast.

Later, he found a rental in the suburbs, which served as a temporary residence. He had considered buying a house, but he didn't have the money. He told the landlord that he was a freelance writer and didn't need to go out much. He just needed internet access and basic furniture.

The rent was only a thousand yuan a month—in Shanghai, being able to rent a one-bedroom apartment like this with a bathroom was already quite good. The bathroom even had a shower, and there was a separate kitchen, so if you were living alone, there wouldn't be any problems at all. This time, Cheng Yijiu walked in and went to the computer. "Can I exchange the bounty into RMB?"

The computer directly changed the green paper into red paper, so Cheng Yijiu took the wrapped money to the bank to deposit it with dignity. A few hundred thousand was really a "small amount of money", and he also wanted to transfer half of it to his parents, and by the way, he also said that he had returned to China and found a new job in Shanghai.

He got a new phone card, a new phone, and rented a place that could be considered rural Shanghai—a new residential complex far from the city center, still a farmer's house. Cheng Yijiu now had more authority. He could practice shooting in the training ground in the back garden and build weapons and ammunition in the workshop.

Given enough time and energy, he could meticulously craft every bullet into a fine product. He was currently in the workshop forging a machete—a machete was essential for navigating the jungle. Meanwhile, the pistol parts being machined on the lathe were already lined up, awaiting Cheng Yijiu's time to meticulously polish and assemble them.

The next mission would take another month, and Cheng Yijiu thought he could relax a bit—like go to the park or the cinema, even if it was a bit lonely. Fortunately, hunting was also lonely, and Cheng Yijiu could tolerate it and even enjoyed it.

Even if he gave half of the six hundred thousand yuan to his parents, the rest would still be enough for him to spend. Cheng Yijiu realized he didn't have any expensive hobbies. Playing games used to be his hobby, but now he realized that even if he spent more money, the appeal of games was far less than the thrill of hunting wild animals in the jungle. He was already a pretty good hunter.

Cheng Yijiu felt that he still needed to write something and publish it online. He thought writing travel notes would be a good idea - he happened to have many photos of the places he had visited from the computer in the lobby, and there were also many landscape photos in his exhibition hall on the second floor, which he could easily take with his mobile phone.

Being a blogger is not bad, you can make money if you have a lot of fans.

After losing his job, Cheng Yijiu lost many of his channels to meet women or other people. Probably the person he was most familiar with, apart from his landlord, was the delivery guy.

Cheng Yijiu carefully inspected the finished bullets in his workshop. The lead-coated copper bullets were all perfectly shaped, nestled within the copper casings. Arranged before him were 120 rounds of handmade .30-06 ammunition. His beloved M70 rifle had also been meticulously cleaned and adjusted, each component re-measured with high-precision calipers and coated with lubricant and protective oil.

After selecting the bullets, Cheng Yijiu began to assemble and oil the parts one by one. This was a beautiful revolver with a brushed surface. When dealing with a beast that pounced on you, you only had one or two shots, so a semi-automatic pistol with a large ammunition capacity was pointless. What was needed was a bullet that was powerful enough.

This Colt Python .357 six-inch revolver was also handmade by Cheng Yijiu - because there was enough material waste, he was already a pretty good hand-made gunsmith. Cheng Yijiu also made a lot of .38 bullets, and now they are embedded in the speed loader one by one. Cheng Yijiu prepared a small bag, a small hard leather bag that can hold two speed loaders. "Eighteen bullets are enough. There is no need for more."

Just like his cowhide magazine, twenty rounds of ammunition were more than enough for one hunt. Carrying more bullets would only increase the burden, which was pointless. Some traditional hunters only carried two or three rounds. Cheng Yijiu changed into a hunting shirt and overalls, his shoes into breathable high-top off-road shoes, and a boonie hat.

The target of this hunt is snakes, pythons, and giant pythons at that - based on the nature of the mission, Cheng Yijiu feels that he is very likely to see the largest python in history, and no matter what, to see a giant python you have to be in the tropical rainforest, so it is normal for him to be dressed like this.

Then there was insect repellent ointment and medication—a tropical rainforest kit, that is. He even considered going to the hospital for tropical vaccinations if possible—and after some deliberation, Cheng Yijiu actually went. Yellow fever, cholera, Japanese encephalitis... the whole list of vaccinations.

Cheng Yijiu also brought tobacco products—snakes don't like them, so maybe they'll be useful. The gun wasn't a big deal, since it was chrome-plated and the wood was treated with an anti-corrosion agent, so it wouldn't be soaked in water. Of course, he also had water purification tablets, disinfectant, and other small items in his backpack, which he placed on top of a waterproof, one-person tent.

Cheng Yijiu has prepared his machete and Saab knife, and is now waiting for the time to start the mission...

Chapter 2: Unfilial Parents

This time, after Cheng Yijiu pushed the door open, he immediately smelled the damp and sultry air, as well as the fishy smell of plants and water. When he looked back, he found that he was actually on an old flat-bottomed wreck. The wreck was docked at a pier. There was a road next to the pier, and on both sides of the road were stalls set up by indigenous people.

Cheng Yijiu's clothes were still quite neat, and he was considered quite clean among these people. He watched a group of people approach from the road. "Black, white, Latino..." he muttered, and then went back to the cabin. He discovered that the ship actually had a public, covered, open-air lounge, and there were six cabins with doors on both sides of the cabin aisle.

"It actually has air conditioning? I have to admit that calling you a wreck is an insult, my dear wreck." Cheng Yijiu said, patting the hull. The ventilated, covered wheelhouse was on the second floor, and the room under the stairs was the small suite belonging to him, the "captain." Before the crew arrived, Cheng Yijiu took a quick look.

Each room was furnished identically, with a bunk bed, two cabinets, a bathroom with a shower, a table and two chairs. The only appliances inside were a small TV—he tried it but found the signal wasn't very good—and a window air conditioner.

The captain's room downstairs was quite nice, with a wardrobe and locker, a large bed, a table and chair, a bathroom with a bathtub, and, of course, a small TV and air conditioning. The common room was covered and took up half the length of the boat—in fact, only the bow was exposed to the outside. Several steel supports in the common room had tarpaulins tied to them, which could be lowered to provide protection from rain and wind during a downpour.

To one side of the central passageway stood a semi-open kitchen, equipped with two stovetops powered by LPG cylinders, an oven also powered by LPG, and a microwave. Next to it was a cooking surface and a sink—even a water boiler and filter. The 1.5-cubic-meter boiler was more than enough to supply hot water to the bathroom, while a smaller, five-liter isolator above provided boiling water. The filter drew directly from the river and filtered it into drinking water.

It's hard to describe how dilapidated this ship is. Although it's very old, just looking at the water boiler and filter, as well as the air conditioners in each room, you can tell that this ship is actually quite valuable. Cheng Yijiu put his weapons away in the captain's room. When he came out and walked to the gangplank at the stern, the other people arrived.

The leader was a white man who looked like a man with a lot of debt but some ability. There was a monkey crawling on his shoulder, and Cheng Yijiu knew he was in Borneo or somewhere in Southeast Asia—because this wasn't a monkey from the New World or South America. He walked to the side of the boat and proudly turned to the black, white, and Latino people and said, "The best ship on this island—the Qin Bu Xiao (Fatherless Filial Piety). Dr. Jack, Mr. Jordan, this is our captain—Mr. Cheng. Yes, he's Chinese."

"I hope your introduction is reliable, Mr. Bill Johnson. As our guide, you'd better do this," said the black man named Jordan. Cheng Yijiu quickly realized that he must be "acquainted" with this guy named Bill Johnson. It was also him who introduced these people to rent his boat. It was obvious that they were looking for something, and they would definitely encounter a python.

Cheng Yijiu nodded. He didn't intend to ask what these people were looking for, as long as they paid - he also had to play his role well. "Come on board, everyone. I have prepared rooms for you." When these people approached, Cheng Yijiu also sniffed, "These people are as smelly as beasts..."

It couldn't be helped. Black people like Jordan were prone to body odor. Besides, in an underdeveloped tropical country, he didn't seem to have the luxury of using antiperspirant. The same was true for the other foreigners. Even though they were women, they all had the same body odor. Compared to them, Cheng Yijiu was the neatest-dressed one.

"Keep an eye on your monkey and don't let it move around, Bill," Cheng Yijiu said to the guide. He then stood aside and watched as the local Indonesian porters loaded the people's luggage and equipment onto the boat and tied them up. Bill unfolded a rough, almost hand-drawn map beside him. "Let's go here," he said. Cheng Yijiu looked at it and nodded. "Okay, we'll take turns driving the boat—you and me."

Bill immediately shouted exaggeratedly, "I actually have to be the helmsman?" Cheng Yijiu was too lazy to play along with this guy. "I'll give you a quarter of my share. Stop arguing, Bill." So the guy immediately shut up in satisfaction. The people who put their luggage into the room came out quite satisfied - having a boat like this in this place is no different from a luxury hotel in the modern world.

Cheng Yijiu didn't care how they divided the rooms, or even if they'd secretly rolled around. He was now 1.83 meters tall, well-proportioned and strong, even healthier and tougher than when he'd been training in martial arts. This caused the two women in the group to look at him a few more times, and Cheng Yijiu even heard them ask their guide, Bill, about his situation.

Cheng Yijiu looked at himself. Hmm, his clothes were a bit old-fashioned, but with his hair combed neatly and his beard clean-shaven, he was indeed considered a prominent local handsome man. It took about half an hour to load all the equipment and luggage onto the boat. Cheng Yijiu untied the ropes and started the engine. The Qin Bu Xiao slowly left the dock and headed towards the depths of Borneo. The boat had a shallow draft, and its flat bottom was more suitable for sailing in gentle currents.

Gradually, the boat left the human settlement and began to enter the jungle. All this took less than a day... "There is no signal here." The Latina woman, Miss Gale, who seemed to be of high status, came over and said - Bill was now steering, while Cheng Yijiu was bored and trying to fish in the common room. "That's right, Miss Gale. Here..." Cheng Yijiu made a circle with her hand, "There is no signal in most of the island. You have to use maritime satellites to communicate. Or use walkie-talkies to communicate between us. My radio can also get in touch with the authorities."

He glanced at the woman and said, "So you'd better protect yourselves and don't get hurt or sick. Otherwise, when the medicine here doesn't work, the local government won't be able to send a life-saving helicopter to take you to the hospital - and I also don't have any expectations for the local hospital." There was some humor in his words that made Miss Gale laugh.

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Chapter 4 Contact

The morning in the jungle began with the chirping of parrots, and a bare arm grabbed the table clock beside it. "It's already seven in the morning! Oh, I should have replaced Bill six hours ago..." Cheng Yijiu said as he sat up from the bed. Under the thin blanket, he was wearing nothing. This guy took a look at the room and had a headache for a while.

Clothes were scattered everywhere, from outside to inside, and next to him lay a sleeping Latina woman, also wearing nothing... The room was filled with a smell, a strange human body odor. Cheng Yijiu sniffed, "Still a bit of body odor." He touched Gale's arm, and the skin was smooth, not as hairy as that of a white woman. Cheng Yijiu stood up and searched the room for his clothes.

After getting everything, he went to take a shower first... He had sweated a lot from the exercise all night, and the woman's scent was also on him, so it was better to take a shower. When he came out of the shower, Cheng Yijiu found that Gale had also woken up and was sitting against the headboard. "Let's go out for breakfast later. I'll go replace Bill to drive the boat." Cheng Yijiu did not mention the passion of last night, but said it quite normally.

Before he could leave, Gale jumped out of bed and grabbed him. He turned his face and kissed him fiercely. Then Cheng Yijiu went out and up the stairs, only to see Bill winking at him. "Hurry up and eat something and go to bed. Otherwise, don't blame me for throwing your body into the river if you die suddenly."

The day was uneventful, and they were getting closer and closer to their target. "Hmm... there's been no movement in the jungle since a while ago." Cheng Yijiu's boat was sailing in the middle of the river when he noticed the jungle on one side suddenly become completely silent. "What kind of large predator is this? Could it be a python? The Indonesian python should be a reticulated python..." Although it's an apex predator, the python actually poses little threat.