thefictionvixens Chapter 78 We are a senior citizens' mountaineering team
Chapter 78 We are a senior citizens' mountaineering team
"Cough cough cough! Master Su...you call Granny Jin Feng...a little brat?"
That's a living fossil of the entire species!
"What? It won't work?"
Su Wuxian rolled her eyes at him:
"In terms of seniority, that bastard Wugensheng should call me 'brother Daoist.' Mei Jinfeng is his follower, but I always call her 'little girl.' Back when I wanted to eat wild fruits, I always asked her to pick them."
"She was only sixteen years old at the time, and she dared to hit me on the head with a slingshot in order to protect Wugensheng."
"Although I beat him up in the end."
"However, their courage is commendable."
Everyone: "..."
Good heavens, this kind of seniority-based suppression is absolutely ruthless.
But it was precisely these words that instantly made the already tense atmosphere somewhat delicate.
"Since they are acquaintances, we must not let outsiders bully them."
Su Wuxian stood up and stretched:
"Let's go, get ready, we'll head into the mountains first thing tomorrow morning."
"If those foreigners dare to lay a finger on Xiaofeng..."
A cold glint flashed in Su Wuxian's eyes:
"I'll make them all atone for their sins by leaving them in the Qinling Mountains as fertilizer."
......
The next morning, at an outdoor equipment store.
"I want this! This tactical vest! It's awesome!"
"And this... what's it called... a multi-functional entrenching tool! It looks more high-end than Bo'er's shovel!"
"Hiking boots! The most expensive ones! Slip-resistant and puncture-resistant!"
Tian Jinzhong was like a child who had just received New Year's money, frantically buying up all the goods in the store.
He armed himself from head to toe.
He was wearing camouflage tactical clothing, knee and elbow pads, tactical gloves, and even a pair of windproof sunglasses.
The venerable old Taoist priest, who was originally a wise and sage, has transformed into a tough mercenary in a Hollywood blockbuster.
"Second Master..."
Zhang Chulan followed behind, carrying large and small bags, panting heavily.
"We're going to beat people up... oh no, we're going treasure hunting, not to fight. Your gear... isn't it a bit too hardcore?"
"You don't know anything!"
Tian Jinzhong struck a fighting pose in front of the mirror and patted the bulletproof plate on his chest with satisfaction:
"That's what you call professional! We didn't have the means before, but now that I can walk, I have to experience this modern way of doing things!"
"Besides, those foreigners yesterday all had guns. What if I got a scrape if I didn't wear something thicker?"
Zhang Zhiwei watched from the side, still wearing the same black trench coat, but he couldn't resist picking up a high-strength carbon fiber trekking pole.
I gently pinched it.
The trekking poles were only slightly deformed.
Zhang Zhiwei nodded, acknowledging the quality of the trekking pole.
I waved it around in my hand a couple of times, and it made a "whooshing" sound.
"Hmm, this stick is pretty good. It's lightweight and of good quality, and it's easy to use for hitting people. Junior brother, give me one too."
Su Wuxian didn't buy anything.
He was still wearing his casual clothes, but he bought Su Duo a pink windbreaker and hiking boots.
"Girl, it's cold in the mountains, and there are lots of bugs. Wearing this will protect you."
Su Wuxian helped Su Duo zip up her zipper and then sprayed her with some floral water.
"Your constitution is gone, and you no longer have the ability to prevent insect bites. Although you are not afraid of poisonous insects, you will still feel itchy if you are bitten."
Su Duo stood obediently, letting Su Wuxian do as he pleased.
Her current name is Su Duo.
My ID card was still warm in my pocket.
"Is everything ready?"
Su Wuxian glanced at the fully armed group:
"Let's go, let's set off!"
"Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, grab your luggage and follow!"
"Let's go to the 'Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley' and take a look around."
......
Qinling Mountains, entrance to the mountain road.
The paved roads are gone, replaced by rugged gravel paths and steep slopes.
Further in, you'll find the real primeval forest, a "forbidden zone" in the eyes of countless hikers.
At this moment, a team that appeared to be extremely well-equipped was adjusting its gear.
Eight people, all with European or American features, wearing ordinary windbreakers.
But their bulging tactical backpacks, professional high-altitude mountaineering boots, and the tactical watches on their wrists all revealed their extraordinary status.
"Captain, the location shows we're in this area."
A burly man with a thick beard glanced at the GPS in his hand and said in a low voice in English:
"The last signal the old woman made is just ahead. But... this mountain path looks difficult to traverse."
The blond man, referred to as the captain, was checking his shoelaces when he heard this and sneered:
"Difficult to walk? For us in 'Blackwater,' this level of mountain road is no different from our own backyard."
"Hurry up! Find that old woman and get the secret!"
Just as this group of foreign mercenaries were preparing to depart.
A burst of noisy laughter came from behind.
"Ouch! Slow down! Second Master, slow down! Wait for me!"
"Hahaha! This air! This earthy smell! It smells so good!"
The blond captain frowned and turned around.
A group of "tourists" with a peculiar style were walking in a grand procession.
Leading the group was a white-haired old man wearing camouflage tactical clothing and holding a multi-functional shovel.
He held a tree branch in his right hand and jumped around on the rocks like a monkey.
Behind him followed a tall, elderly man wearing sunglasses and a black trench coat, holding a thermos in his hand, walking as steadily as if he were strolling in a park.
Behind them was a handsome young man, holding the hand of a pretty little girl.
At the very back was a young man with dark circles under his eyes, carrying a mountain of luggage, looking exhausted, and two other young people who didn't seem quite right.
"Tourists?"
A hint of disdain flashed in the blond captain's eyes.
How dare this group of elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people venture deep into the Qinling Mountains?
Are they here to die?
Out of a desire to avoid any complications or a sense of superiority, the blond captain reached out and stopped Tian Jinzhong, who was rushing to the front.
"Hey, old man."
The blond captain, speaking broken Chinese, pointed to the warning sign ahead:
"Danger ahead, not in the park. You should go home."
Tian Jinzhong was dancing enthusiastically when he was suddenly stopped, which made him very unhappy.
He stopped, tilted his head, and sized up the foreigner who was a head taller than him, then looked at his gear:
"Hey? A foreign devil?"
"Who are you calling an old man? I'm only a hundred... cough cough, just past puberty! In my prime!"
"Second Brother, keep a low profile."
Su Wuxian walked up, smilingly pulling Tian Jinzhong behind him, and looked at the blond captain:
"Thank you for the reminder, my international friend."
"However, we are not ordinary tourists, we are... a senior mountaineering team."