chapter 094

As a native of New Zealand, Richard Taylor felt that the island should not introduce so many exotic species, even in a zoo.

In fact, there was a crocodile exodus at the Auckland Zoo last year.

And the escaped crocodile also trapped two Australian tourists on a small island, because the crocodile had been following them, making it impossible for them to leave the island in a small rowboat.

I could only hide in a big tree and stay up all night.

According to rescuers, the crocodile was about 6 meters long and fat, and it was estimated that it was too good to eat at the zoo.

Richard Taylor disliked these exotic animals, especially fierce animals such as snakes, crocodiles, wolves, and cheetahs.

How safe New Zealand used to be, you don't need to prevent snakes and crocodiles when you go out, let alone cheetahs!

"... If any residents find out, please call the reporting phone number in time…" The news on the radio is still playing repeatedly.

At this time, Peter's screams suddenly came from the river.

"Aaaaa

Richard Taylor was stunned at first, and then exclaimed, "No, is it the crocodile that escaped from the zoo?

Not wanting to complain about Peter's bad luck, Richard Taylor ran to the sound, and saw his good friend running towards the jungle ahead, and couldn't help shouting: "Here, run here!"

But the panicked Peter Jackson heard Richard Taylor's shouts and blinked into the woods.

Behind Peter Jackson, there is a crocodile more than four meters long, chasing his prey.

But strangely, when chasing to the edge of the woods, the crocodile suddenly stopped, shook its head and roamed for a while, then turned straight away.

Richard Taylor hurried to the forest, he was afraid that the fat man would get lost.

Halfway through, he saw Peter rush out of the forest at an even more frantic speed, and this time he saw Richard Taylor.

"Richard, quick, run, leopard, there are leopards!.!"

African cheetah? Wouldn't it?!

Richard Taylor's eyes widened, what the hell is this idiot's luck?!

I didn't dare to think much about it, because two cheetahs had already chased out of the forest.

The two cheetahs were adults before they entered the Auckland Zoo, so they did not lose their wildness and ability to hunt.

I saw that after they rushed out of the woods, they did not hesitate and immediately outflanked Peter Jackson one left and one right.

Richard Taylor remained calm while nervous, looked left and right, and immediately ran towards Peter Jackson, shouting: "Up the tree, up the tree." "

Between the two, there is a huge "kauri", and there are huge tumors growing on the main trunk of the tree, which just becomes a "ladder" to help the two climb.

Rubbing, under the stimulation of adrenaline, the two guys who did not exercise regularly climbed quickly, and after a while, they climbed to a thick branch seven or eight meters high, sat in the middle of the branch and the fork of the main trunk, and looked down in horror.

Two cheetahs also came under the tree and were leisurely strolling around.

"Richard, leopards shouldn't be able to climb trees, right?"

"How do I know!"

Richard replied angrily.

Then the two widened their eyes at the same time, and saw one leopard still circling under the tree, but the other end took a few steps back, and after an accelerated sprint, he rubbed and climbed towards the tree.

Peter Jackson screamed like a little girl.

"Call a fart, is there something on you, smash it!"

Saying that, Richard directly pulled off the radio and smashed it on the leopard's head, while shouting "Help, help…"

Peter Jackson also came to his senses, collected coins, mobile phones, and keychains from his body, and smashed them towards the tree-climbing leopard.

The leopard was hit several times, jumped off the tree in pain, and began to spin again.

"Help, help…"

"Help, help…"

The two shouted hissed.

The leopard below saw the opportunity again and climbed up the tree.

"Hurry smash, hurry smash. "

"It's over, there's nothing left!"

"Shoes, shoes, stupid!"

Four shoes fell, and one of them hit the leopard's nose with a "bang".

The leopard jumped again.

"It's over, this time it's really nothing, we're dead." Peter Jackson said dejectedly. (Read violent novels, go on Feilu Fiction Network!)

"Big deal, I'll kick them to death, I'll bite them to death!" Richard Taylor cheered himself and Peter up.

"Yes, kick them to death!" said Peter Jackson, gritting his teeth.

Then he shouted: "Who will save us, help, help…"

Two leopards under the tree are still wandering around, looking for opportunities.

At this moment, one of the leopards seemed to sense something and rushed towards a hill not far from the tree.

After rushing out twenty meters, it suddenly lowered its body and grinned at the hilly dragon teeth that were still nearly fifty meters away.

The other leopard, on the other hand, made a guarded gesture towards Peter Jackson and Richard Taylor in the trees.

Peter's face changed, and he immediately showed joy and shouted: "~ Richard, look at that leopard, something is wrong, is someone coming?"

Richard was also pleasantly surprised, "No one is really coming, right?"

Peter: "That's great—help, help!"

Richard: "Is there anyone over there, please save us, there are two leopards here, save us…"

There was no movement on the other side of the hill.

The joy on Peter Jackson's face faded, and he said dejectedly: "Richard, you say, will that person run away?"

"Maybe it's time to call someone?" is Richard Taylor, still holding out a glimmer of hope.

At this time, the leopard facing the hills suddenly made a threatening sound of "purring, purring", and then broke out into a long howl.

"It's deterring, something is coming. Richard Taylor was pleasantly surprised again.

"I hope he's a man, preferably with a weapon!" Peter Jackson said.

At this time, above the hill, a figure riding a white horse suddenly appeared, standing there, looking at this fork.

"It's a person, great!"

"Help, help!"

The two shouted again.

On the hill, the figure on a white horse stood facing the wind, half-length tan hair, hair flying, he was dressed in a pair of simple jeans and a white T-shirt, covered with a white shirt, the shirt was unbuttoned, like a cape fluttering backwards…

Peter Jackson's shouts grew smaller and smaller, and suddenly he muttered:

"This picture is so beautiful, this image is a bit like the elf prince in the Lord of the Rings!"

"Shut up Peter, to hell with your script, keep shouting for help with me. "

"Ah, oh!"