Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Karl Zhurdian didn't yell, he kicked open small rooms angrily.

Except that the woman in the room screamed in terror, he searched all the rooms and didn't see Andy Elliott.

"Uncle, Uncle Andy is indeed not here with us. Would you like to look elsewhere?"

Karl Zhurdian glanced at the scared woman beside him, and walked out angrily.

As soon as he walked out of the brothel, a little boy in his early ten years ran out of the alley, and when the other party saw him, he went straight to him.

The little boy ran and waved his arms at Carl, shouting:

"Hey! Hey! Someone who wears the same clothes as you is **** in the jungle! It's over there!"

Carl is not very proficient in Japanese, but he can understand some basic everyday language.

He looked at the little boy running straight towards him, and the other person shouted what clothes, jungle, and tie.

Carl organized a few words that he could understand, looked at the little boy running in front of him, and asked in English:

"You said yes, people who wear my clothes are **** in the jungle?"

"..." The little boy couldn't understand English. Seeing Carl standing still, he boldly stretched out his hand and ran in the direction Carl was when he was going.

At this moment, Carl became wary of hearing, blood? dead?

Andy didn't go back all night, could it be him?

Otherwise, compared with the horrible impressions of these mercenaries that they have created here in the past few days, if there is nothing to do with them, no one should dare to provoke him.

"Are you saying Andy shed a lot of blood and is dying?"

Carl ran with the little boy and asked as he ran.

The little boy turned his head as he ran and looked at Karl with a confused look. He couldn't understand what Karl was talking about.

"Over there! Over there!"

When there were communication barriers, the little boy could only hold Karl with one hand and the other with the direction of the jungle on the back of the town.

After Carl followed the boy to the alley, he thought the boy was running too slowly.

Carl, who wanted to find Andy early, grabbed the little boy's arms and lifted it up, and easily carried him on his shoulders.

"what--"

Suddenly being carried by brute force, the little boy exclaimed in surprise.

He bumped on Carl's shoulder, knowing that Carl wanted to find the **** and dying companion earlier, he witty pointed the way: "Over there! Over there!"

When Karl found Andy Elliott at the fastest running speed, he was shocked and threw down the little boy on his shoulders.

"what--"

The little boy who was not treated with tenderness, even the little boy who was thrown roughly on the ground, slammed his thin body on the ground, and the pain caused him to exclaim again.

"****! ****! Andy! How did you do this?"

Carl rushed to the front of Andy, and looked at him carefully. The entire body on his right, the camouflage uniform was almost red with blood.

Andy's face was very bad. After Carl looked at him, he pulled out the dagger tied to his thigh and smashed the vine tied to Andy's body.

Andy, who had been **** all night, was already very weak due to excessive blood loss.

In a daze, he seemed to hear something.

Andy lifted his heavy eyelids with difficulty, and in his dazed sight, he finally saw clearly that the person in front of him was Karl.

As soon as he saw Karl, Andy murmured subconsciously:

"Carl, canonize, canonize..."