Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 192: If you don’t enter the tiger’s lair, you won’t get a tiger.
"I have prepared an oxygen tank, should I take two breaths of oxygen?"
After driving for about three hours, the fat man suddenly reached out and pushed Su Bai, who was almost half asleep.
Su Bai shook his head and continued to close his eyes.
The fat man took out an oxygen tank by himself, and took a big mouthful of the stopper over his mouth.
"You are really boring, too." Su Bai couldn't laugh or cry.
"I don’t know if it’s because I tipped too much or that the car rental company was already so attentive. They actually prepared a few small oxygen tanks for me in the car, so I can’t waste it. "
The fat man took several breaths in a row. To be honest, thin oxygen didn't have much effect on him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to go to the deep sea cave in Qinhuangdao with Su Bai.
"Why there is a halal sign on this oxygen tank, **** it, even the air must be halal." The fat man frowned and threw the oxygen tank directly onto the rear seat.
"It's almost there. Drive slowly and pay attention to the situation ahead." Su Bai reminded.
"Hmm." Su Bai nodded solemnly.
Talumbo Grand Canyon is not far ahead, and now you can see the Grand Canyon in the car, which means that the lamas’s lair is nearby.
"Dabai, there are people ahead, and many others." The fat man shouted.
"I'm not blind." Su Bai stretched out his hand and motioned to the fat man to stop the car first.
"Are there tourist groups having a picnic here?" The fat man looked over and asked, because in front, near the Grand Canyon, there were seven or eight cars parked there, and there was a tent on the outside. Some monks interspersed among them, like waiters.
"It shouldn't be an ordinary tourist. Do you remember what the little girl in Gyatso said? Recently, several groups of people like us drove to this neighborhood."
"You mean they are listeners just like us?" The fat man smashed his mouth. "Are these lamas hired bodyguards?"
"If you are a bodyguard, these audiences should all enter the temple, but they are all camping outside. Obviously they are very wary of them even in the temple. I ask you to check the news on the forum. Have you checked?"
"I checked, there is no news, it should be released through other channels." The fat man replied.
"This is a bit interesting. The audience below, to say nothing, there are seven or eight people, or even nearly ten people, and they have already set off here before the Nanjing incident;
Since the gathering place is here, I think it should be organized by the lamas in the temple before, but because the lamas smelled blood, they tried to come to Nanjing to kill Gyatso, but they suffered themselves. The serious injuries affected their follow-up plan. The audiences who were originally organized had to arrange camping outside the temple and were afraid to let them go directly into the temple. "Su Bai guessed, "Originally, the plans of those lamas were supposed to be the next step after killing Gyatso, but now the plan has been destroyed. "
"Dabai, no matter what, as long as this group of inexplicable listeners are not the bodyguards invited by the lamas, it’s okay." The fat man rubbed his hands, "Our goal is to seek revenge on those lamas anyway. Just bypass them and sneak into the temple."
Su Bai shook his head, "If you had so many listeners sitting in front of your house when you were seriously injured, would you still be able to live at home and heal your injuries?"
A strange color flashed in the fat man's eyes, and he said, "Dabai, you mean those lamas are probably not in the temple?"
"It's not very possible. It should be 90% or more. Now those lamas are broken by me and you. One is seriously injured and two are left in the soul state, plus the broadcast suddenly stops broadcasting. In three months, they are estimated to be the same as Gyatso and the monk. They have no chance to recover from their injuries for the time being. When they were in strength and state before, they could successfully organize an "expedition and treasure hunting" event where so many listeners gathered. Now, these listeners that they gathered before have become their biggest threat."
"It's hard to ride a tiger." The fat man stretched his waist. "That would be troublesome for us. If those lamas really become turtles, just let these audience pigeons go. Did we even let the pigeons of the two of us go together? They are not hiding in the old nest. How can we find them in such a big place in Tibet."
Just when Su Bai was discussing with the fat man, a jeep drove from behind them. It was very fast, and the car was obviously modified. The noises and the dust raised when driving were very strange.
The dynamic car music can be heard far away,
The owner of the car should be a very upright person.
Because this is not a scenic spot, those who drive so far away from the main highway in the wilderness must have their own special purpose. In all likelihood, they are the audience.
A smile appeared on the corner of Su Bai's mouth, "There is really someone behind us."
The jeep stopped next to the car where Su Bai and the fat man were sitting. There were two people in the car. The driver was wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses. The other was a black man.
Furthermore, when one of them spoke, Su Bai felt that the other party was not the black listener he had met before, who grew up in China, but an authentic foreigner.
"Hey, guys, why don't you guys go to the front?" The other party was holding it in his mouth, obviously big, numb smoke, and it was still vomiting and misty while questioning
Su Bai looked at the man for a while, then took his gaze back, ignored him, and the fat man took out his cigarette, lit it, and took a sip.
"Really a deep Chinese."
"Qiangguo is just like this, and the audience of Qiangguo's is also like this." The young Eastern man in the co-pilot's position said with a disdainful tone.
"Oh, Zhou, shouldn't you be from a country?" The black man said to the young man in the co-pilot position.
"Klaus, I admit that I am Chinese, but I don't admit that they and I are from the same country."
"Sounds really circumstantial." Black Klaus shook his head, "Zhou, let's go first. Don't let our lama friends wait too long." Then, Klaus rubbed his head. He clicked his palm, "Seriously, I'm still a little excited."
"The lamas should be..." The young man surnamed Zhou didn't say anything here. Obviously, he knew that the two listeners in the car next door should be able to hear what they were talking about.
Klaus glanced at Su Bai and Fatty’s car again, "It should be a little impatient to wait, so I plan to leave, and I’m a bit unwilling." As he said, Klaus faced Fatty and Su Bai’s The car beckoned again, "Hey, guys, the activity continues as usual, let's go together."
After speaking, Klaus restarted his jeep and drove to the campsite in front.
When the jeep drove far away, the fat man couldn't help but squirted, "You brother-in-law, a strong man, you can see Wanwan."
Su Bai glanced at the fat man and said with a smile, "Hong Kong people use more powerful people, Taiwanese use 426 more, but that person’s accent should be Taiwanese Mandarin."
"What does 426 mean?"
"Dead Alu." Su Bai explained.
"Damn, Dabai, why are you so familiar with this?" The fat man asked a little surprised, "Don't tell me that you often go online to fight on the Internet."
"In the past, when I was in business, I had frequent contacts with the consortium over there. I also lived in Hong Kong and Taiwan for a lot of time." Su Bai rolled down the car window, "Actually, it's love. It’s love. The two sides ridiculed each other and scolded each other to deepen the communication."
"Dabai, I can't understand you, a fat man in the realm of thought. Could it be that the keyboard men of both sides are messengers to promote cultural exchanges on the Internet?"
"Well, at least in my opinion, it is much more useful than an official organization like Kneeling Taiwan."
The fat man started the car, "Then, below, shall we also pass? I mean, those lamas recognize us."
"Those lamas will definitely not come out now. From the previous story of Birdman, you can see ~ IndoMTL.com~ They have a close relationship with Western audiences, and this black man should actually be called here. To save the field, there should be a major event to do, otherwise it won’t attract so many listeners. Fatty, don’t you like fish in troubled waters and enjoy the benefits of magical instruments? I don’t believe you are really not interested."
"It’s a bit risky. If my identity is discovered, I’m going to GG." Fatty said a little worried, "And, Fatty, I think I’ve been reciting words recently, and my luck is not going well."
"It’s okay. You’ve been unlucky for so long recently. It’s time for you to run once. Besides, even if your identity is exposed, what is there to be afraid of? Those audiences are not lamas, and they can’t group with us. And to attack it, at least, we still have the confidence to retreat."
"That said." The fat man drove the car over.
A few monks walked out when they were about to reach the campsite, and the fat man stopped the car in front of them.
"Donor, come here as a guest, please come with us."
The monk spoke Chinese very well, so the fat man parked his car here, got out of the car with Su Bai, and followed the monk in front of him into the campsite.
The black Klaus over there was gone, and the young man surnamed Zhou was standing outside the campsite holding some small flags in his hands as if he was playing with something. Seeing Su Bai and the fat man came over, he didn’t say anything. What? I'm still looking at my own business and murmuring something in my mouth.
Several small flags have been inserted into the ground, and the fat man deliberately walked from the middle of the flags.
The young man surnamed Zhou originally showed a look of sullenness, but then he showed a look of surprise again, and asked:
"Strong nation, do you know the formation?"
"Hello, Wanwan, yes, I understand the formation."
The fat man and the young man surnamed Zhou directly met with big eyes and small eyes. This scene is a bit cute.