sjar Chapter 432 The Hunter Team Makes a Great Contribution
Chapter 432 The Hunter Team Makes a Great Contribution
Chen Xiangqian inspected the large monkeys that had fallen to the ground and said, "No, we're just missing that hat. Maybe I can just wrap them in my coat and make do."
Li Ju'an raised his gun, aimed at the large monkey swinging rapidly in the tree, and said, "No need, I see it."
After firing a shot, he took the empty spent cartridge from the magazine and reloaded it. He then snapped the butt of the gun open, loaded a bullet into the chamber, and clicked the barrel shut.
His movements were fluid and swift. He raised his gun and fired again at the large, rapidly swinging monkey. After a brief clang, the shot exploded, striking the monkey directly in the head.
A bullet pierced the back of the monkey's head, and a cloud of blood spurted from its skull. The enormous monkey swayed to the side before falling from the treetop and landing right in front of Chen Xiangqian. On its head was the dog-skin hat that Chen Xiangqian couldn't find.
Chen Xiangqian was startled. When he realized that it was the big monkey that had stolen his hat, he was so angry that he cursed and kicked the monkey, saying, "You little bastard, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget. Grandpa's hat is not easy to wear."
The group tamed seven or eight large macaques in the wild monkey forest before letting go. Some of the monkeys in the trees ran away, while others were injured. Li Ju'an, leading his hunting dogs, hunted down the remaining injured and slow-moving monkeys.
That afternoon, a total of 11 giant macaques were finally obtained.
Old Jiang and the others grinned, unable to stop laughing. Old Chen said, "Now that we've brought so many big monkeys back to the village, all the women there will be in an uproar, praising us as heroes."
Old Jiang laughed heartily. Their village had suffered from giant monkeys for too long; bringing one back would surely earn them a warm welcome from the villagers.
The group skinned the giant monkey, removed its flesh, chopped up its bones, divided the meat, and took it back in portions.
Li Ju'an was assigned two large macaques, the king of the group being the most colorful, with an abundance of red and blue fur. Its fur was riddled with bullet holes, but that didn't diminish its preciousness and rarity. He thought of the proprietress, Qin Shuang. If Qin Shuang saw this, who knows how much she would cherish it.
He didn't want the macaque's bones and meat. Instead, he traded them with Old Chen and the others for several male macaque hides, saying, "I won't go to the Chinese medicine shop. These bones can fetch a good price, as can the teeth. But we still value the hides. We'll go back, make the hides, and sell them."
Old Jiang and the others nodded. While the monkey was still fresh, they collected its blood and poured it into the strong liquor jug they had brought to make monkey blood wine.
The hunters chuckled, waving the monkey blood wine in their hands, and said, "Let's go back and make a few more jars of monkey bone wine, and some more monkey penis wine."
"By the way, Old Chen, can I have your monkey whip? I'll trade you monkey brains for it. Who wants to eat monkey brains?"
"Monkey brains are a delicacy. Many wealthy people in the South crave to scoop up monkey brains. The brains are tender, and one is a real treat."
"Go away, it's disgusting. If you want to eat it, I'll change it for you."
"Change it if you want! Monkey brains are more valuable than gold!"
Li Ju'an followed Lao Jiang and the others to the police station at the foot of Xing'anling Mountain, where he handed over Kui San and the five members of the tomb raiding team to the police officers and reported the case.
When the police station saw that someone had died, and two people, including such young hunters, they shook their heads in regret.
Every family has a son, and they were furious to see their young hunter killed in the mountains by desperate tomb raiders. The police officers handcuffed the tomb raiders and their gang, and with a "click," the handcuffs were fastened to the hot gas pipe next to the stove.
At first, Captain Wang and Kui San and their group didn't notice anything amiss, muttering their dissatisfaction. But soon they realized the pipes were hot, getting hotter and hotter, causing the shackles binding their wrists to also become increasingly hot. At first, they could bear it, but gradually it became unbearable, and blisters formed on their wrists.
"Damn! It's burning hot! What is this thing? I'd rather have a different handcuff."
"Please, young comrade, I'll pay more if you handcuff me somewhere else."
"Damn it, this is torture! I'm going to report you, I'm going to report you all. Please, find another place, this is really unacceptable, it's too hot to handle."
The tomb raiders were wincing in pain, stomping their feet on the concrete, wishing they could roll around on the ground. But they couldn't escape, nor could they break free.
Old Jiang raised his foot and kicked them hard, saying, "If you dare to do something like this—murder for money—you deserve this result. Prepare to suffer!"
As Li Ju'an and Chen Xiangqian left, they were each kicked by one of the men. Hearing the piercing screams and cries of agony, they felt a surge of satisfaction. They had avenged the two dead hunters.
After listening to Li Ju'an and the others' explanation, the people in the office nodded and recounted the past events.
These men had been lurking in the shadow of being wanted for years. Among them was a man surnamed Wang, a former member of a labor camp. His story held a secret about the old camp headquarters. Once upon a time, a heavy leather suitcase lay quietly in a corner of the headquarters, only to be secretly stolen by a newly released labor camp inmate.
Inside the box, not only were several hundred yuan worth of government bonds missing, but also several pieces of expensive clothing, which had vanished without a trace, like dust in the wind.
The most regrettable loss is the disappearance of those medals that carry a heavy history and honor.
Among them were military rank medals symbolizing military honor, civilian cadre medals awarded during the 1955 period when military ranks were not awarded, and even a Fučík Medal from the Czech embassy. All of these paled in comparison to that silent theft.
This medal was originally awarded to recognize outstanding contributions to the film "The Road to Happiness," a collaboration between the August First Film Studio and the Czech Republic. It witnessed a glorious moment in the cultural exchange between China and the Czech Republic, but now it can only be found in the long river of memory.
"These bastards stole something extremely important. Take that medal, for example, it's very commemorative. The movie was about the opening of the Tibet-Tibet Highway, and the young comrade who was robbed was a translator. After it was stolen, he couldn't sleep for several nights because they couldn't catch the thief."
The people in the institute thanked Li Ju'an, Lao Chen, Lao Jiang, and others, awarded them medals, and applied for badges that had been approved by higher authorities.
Aside from Chen Xiangqian, Li Ju'an and the others were very happy. Li Ju'an was thinking about hanging these medals and badges in the living room of his self-built house. He imagined how proud and accomplished the child would feel when he pointed to the badges and medals and showed them off to his classmates and friends, boasting about his father's achievements.
Li Ju'an said, "After the investigation, the stolen items and their hiding places came to light."