Desert Hunt

1. Hunting tips

　　When it was almost dawn, there was a sudden gust of wind, and the power lines of Gubai Prison, located on the edge of the Barbara Desert, were blown off by the strong wind, and the prison was dark. Many prisoners were about to move, and the warden counted the prisoners and found that the robber Deason was gone. Deason is a very cunning guy who may have escaped in the direction of the desert. The police force is limited, how to chase it? Robin, the old prison guard, volunteered to the warden: let him go to the desert to hunt, and the rest of the prison guards could chase in other directions. He worked in this prison for 15 years, and went deep into the Barbara Desert alone to catch 10 fugitives. The warden was in a bit of trouble and said, "Officer Robin, I know your skills, but at dawn, you will go to the city to be the director of the police branch. In case something happens..."

　　Robin touched the thin yellow hair on his head and replied with a smile: "It doesn't matter, to be honest, I have been looking forward to successfully arresting 11 fugitives during my tenure. Today is the last chance God has given me."

　　In the desert country of South America, 11 is an auspicious number that brings good luck, and many people pursue this number. The warden hesitated and agreed: "I wish you success!"

　　Robin carried a large aluminum jug with 10 kilograms of water on his back, brought enough food for three or four days, snapped his fingers at the warden, and plunged into the Barbara Desert where the wind was rolling with sand in the dark.

　　At dawn, the sand stopped, and under the golden sun, the piles of sand in front of Robin pushed into the distance like the waves of the sea. Looking west, you can vaguely see a standing mountain range, which the locals call Black Eagle Mountain. To be honest, if there is no Black Eagle Mountain as a reference, fugitives would not dare to flee to the desert rashly. When you arrive at Black Eagle Mountain, there is water, grass, and forests. As soon as you get in, you will be able to survive.

　　Along the way, Robin panted step by step in the knee-deep sand, trudging hard and tenaciously in the direction of Black Eagle Mountain. Strangely, every few steps he took, he straightened up, raised his head, and searched for something in the dazzling clear sky, as if Deason was hiding in some corner of the sky and had to be pulled down. At this time, the fiery sun violently sprayed flames towards the desert, and the temperature reached more than 50 degrees. From time to time, one or two dead sand willows can be seen, only half of which are buried in the sand. Robin's throat was also burning with thirst, and he couldn't help it any longer. He reached out and pulled the large aluminum pot on his back to his chest, unscrewed the lid, and took only a small sip to moisten his throat. In the desert, water is life, and any unexpected situation may happen in the pursuit of fugitives. This water should be saved.

　　By noon the next day, Robin had entered the hinterland of the Barbara Desert, and the outline of Black Hawk Mountain gradually became clear, but it had become a real death zone, and even the dead sand willows could not be seen. Under the extreme heat, every step he took was a test of life and death for him. More than a day passed, and he still didn't find any trace of Deason. Didn't this guy choose to escape from the desert? But thinking about it, he couldn't be that stupid. Running another way in a prison uniform would not only be easy to be discovered, but also chased by powerful police dogs. If he couldn't escape 10 miles, he would be caught. Robin patted the yellow sand on his body, pulled the large aluminum pot behind him to his chest, and poured a mouthful into his burning throat with a "goo dong" sound.

　　Then, he raised his head again, and as his neck turned, a pair of eyes searched the clear sky without a trace of clouds. His eyes had been roasted red from the shaking heat wave in the air. From yesterday to this moment, except that he couldn't see anything at night, he had been repeating this strange movement towards the sky. Sure enough, an hour later, a small black spot appeared in the distant sky, and his spirits were immediately lifted, and he shouted in his heart, "Good guy, you have finally appeared!" His eyes continued to stare at it without blinking. The little black dot gradually grew bigger and closer, and finally turned into a giant sand eagle unique to the Barbara Desert. The spread of black wings was 5 feet long, and it flew lazily over his head. Back, circling in circles and refusing to leave. He shouted excitedly again in his heart: "This guy is nearby!" One hand couldn't help but touch the pistol stuck in his waist.

　　It turns out that the sand eagles in the Barbara Desert have a characteristic. No matter day or night, they take turns to find the corpses of people or animals that died of heat or thirst in the desert. After finding them, they send messages to their companions and fly together to share. However, at this moment, the sand eagles are just hovering above, indicating that people or animals still have breath. They never eat living things, and only move their mouths when they are out of breath. The reason why Robin was able to hunt down the fugitive in the vast desert is here: one is to search in the direction of Black Eagle Mountain, which is the way the prisoner must escape; the other is to observe the sand eagle at any time, if it is night, although it is impossible to see the sand eagle flying in the night sky, but the sand eagle can scream "clothes, clothes", which can be heard from a distance. Especially when its sharp eyes find dead prey, it even makes a happy cry of "quack quack", so he can correctly judge the life or death of the prisoner based on the flight trail of the sand eagle. Right now, the sand eagle finally appeared. If it wasn't a wild object that fell, it must be Deason, but this guy hasn't died yet, so the sand eagle just hovered in the sky and didn't say anything.

2. Water War

　　Robin followed the area where the sand eagles were circling, and soon found Deason, who had fallen in a small sand dune, with a kettle without a drop of water thrown beside him. His prison uniform was the same color as the desert, and he couldn't be recognized if he was careless. In Gubai Prison, in order to prevent prisoners from escaping from the desert, the control of water is very strict. Only one pot of water is given every day, and it is only one kilogram full. Obviously, when Deason escaped from prison, he only brought out a pot of water in a panic. In the desert in midsummer, this guy was tall and fat, and a pot of water was not enough to moisten his throat.

　　Robin put his hand on Deason's mouth to try, and sure enough, there was still breath. If he hadn't arrived, this guy would have been a delicacy in the mouth of the sand eagle in another hour. He dragged Deason behind a sand dune, and there was no direct sunlight, and the temperature dropped a lot. He pulled down the large aluminum jug on his back, unscrewed the lid, and slowly poured water into Deason's mouth. After a while, Deason moved, opened his eyes and shouted, "Ah, God, I see an oasis, with wild sheep and water..." He struggled to pounce over, but the oasis in front of him disappeared. He found that it was Officer Robin from Gubai Prison who poured water on him. He was surprised and stood still. He couldn't figure out how Robin would find him accurately in the vast desert. Deason remembered the magical legend about Robin in the prison. As long as none of the fugitives he hunted could escape from his palm, no, he was easily caught by him. Deason was very annoyed in his heart. When he escaped, he was too hasty and only got a pot of water.

　　Robin grabbed a bag of biscuits from his bag, stuffed it into Deason's hand, touched the thin yellow hair on his head, and smiled at Deason, who was depressed, and said, "Dude, you just saw clear water, The green grass, and the wild sheep are drinking water, hey, you are so happy, you rushed over, but the water and grass disappeared again. Idiot, that's a mirage!"

　　Dison chewed the sweet and delicious biscuits, drank the water like nectar, and looked up at the sand eagle that was still hovering in the sky, "Hehe" replied with a smile: "Officer Robin, if I meet you, I won't die, I hope it's not a mirage this time."

　　After Deason's spirit and physical strength recovered, Robin took back the big aluminum pot and held up the dazzling handcuffs to Deason: "How about it, help me, achieve the auspicious number of 11, because I caught After you, you will go back to the city and be promoted. Ahem, there are several such opportunities in life. Your escape has made me lucky, I really have to thank God."

　　Deason blinked his weird eyes, and said with a "hehe" smile: "Dear Officer Robin, I congratulate you on your promotion and wish you good luck." As he said that, he stretched out two long yellow hairs that were as thick as small buckets arms. But just as Robin was handcuffing him, Deason, who had a boxing career, suddenly punched Robin like lightning. Robin was caught off guard, his head was knocked unconscious, and he fell on the hot sand dunes.

Deason rubbed his hands together, laughed, and said to Robin, who was motionless, "Officer Robin, I'm sorry, if I go back to Gubai Prison with you, I will definitely get an extra sentence, and I don't want to stay here for the rest of my life. However, you brought water, food, saved my life, and I don't want to kill you." At this time, in the hot sun, his throat was dry and choking again, he bent down and snatched the large aluminum pot on Robin's back, unscrewed the lid, raised his head, put his hands to his mouth, and closed his eyes. He drank a lot, and laughed secretly in his heart: This police officer Robin is so stupid and cute, get a promotion, and promote his ghost! With this pot of water, it's no problem to walk in the desert for two more days.

　　Just as Deason was getting carried away, Robin suddenly woke up from a coma. In this vast desert, whoever owns the water can survive. Robin held back a severe headache and turned over a harrier from the dune to pounce on Deason. Deason was taken aback. If the water was snatched away, he would never want to run out of the desert, and hurriedly hugged the big aluminum pot and rolled on the ground. Robin fluttered empty, and Deason took the opportunity to escape, but he was fat and bulky, and couldn't run fast in knee-deep sand. Robin stroked his slender legs, caught up with Deason in a few quick steps, and fought to retake the big aluminum pot.

　　At this moment, Deason's eyes were red with anxiety, and he threw a fist like a small football at Robin. Robin knew how powerful the punch was, and his legs jumped up, but he never imagined that although his head escaped the fatal blow, Deason's fist hit him. The big aluminum pot that he was hugging with a flash of left and right was smashed seven or eight feet away with a "thump". Robin turned around sharply and rushed towards the kettle, where would Deason let go, dragging Robin's legs. In this way, one wanted to retake the big aluminum pot, and the other was stalling and not relaxing. Suddenly, Robin's eyes widened, his heart shrank suddenly, and he shouted, "Water!" It turned out that the lid of the big aluminum pot was taken back by him before he could tighten it, and it was smashed into the air by Deason. The water of life was ruthlessly flowing from the mouth of the jug. Gurgling to the thirsty desert.

　　Deason also noticed that there was a "humming" sound in his brain, and he reluctantly let go of Robin's legs.

　　Robin jumped up and picked up the big aluminum pot, shook it by his ear, and gently, half of the water leaked out, leaving a pool of wet shadows on the sand that could never be retracted. He waved his fist furiously and smashed it at Deason, who was approaching, shouting, "Bastard, you and I are all screwed!"

　　Dixon held Robin's head numb in both hands, sat down, and felt that the devil of death had grabbed him irretrievably in an instant.

Robin looked up and saw that the sun in the sky was spraying flames like crazy, and the little water left behind. If the two of them ran together, they would not be able to return to Gubai Prison at all. They would all die of thirst on the way and become sand eagles. A delicious meal.

　　3. Survive in a desperate situation

　　Deason saw the seriousness of the problem from Robin's face, and his eyes immediately flashed a desperate light, feeling that he had the strength, and the rest of the water must be taken away. But when he was about to do it again, he saw Robin wrap one arm tightly around the big aluminum jug, the other hand reaching to his waist, where a pistol was inserted, and a pair of deeply sunken blue eyes shot at him. Deterrent eyes. Deason understands that survival is everyone's instinct, and this police officer can't care about him, not to mention, he is a fugitive, and if he dares to move again, he will give Robin an excuse to shoot him dead. He lamented in his heart that today was doomed. Just when his heart was filled with fear of death, a "humming" sound suddenly sounded above his head. He and Robin raised their heads at the same time and found that it was a helicopter flying from a distance, slowly searching for targets on the ground.

　　Robin breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that it was the warden of Gubai Prison who saw that he had not returned for a long time and asked his boss to dispatch a helicopter to search for them. He hurriedly waved his hands into the air desperately. But Dison not only saw the hope of life, but also was afraid of being taken back to prison. He was very conflicted, and he couldn't get excited at all, and sat still in frustration.

　　Who knows, the helicopter circled in a circle above and slowly flew in another direction. Robin looked at the clothes on himself and Deason. Since they had been dyed the same color as the desert by sweat and yellow sand, the people on the helicopter could not find the figures on the sand at all through the spotted windows.

　　Hope was dashed. Deason's bloody eyes stared at the large aluminum pot that Robin was hugging tightly, and once again tried to find an opportunity to attack. But Robin was very vigilant, understood his thoughts, and immediately raised his black pistol to him. Desperate, Deason jumped up and howled at Robin like a beast: "Officer Robin, you have a gun and water, run! If I'm not lucky, I'm dead!"

　　Robin didn't answer him, and the pistol he held up remained motionless. What followed was a dead silence, as the two desperate lives faced off nervously, and each could hear the other's heavy breathing. Finally, Deason's spirit completely collapsed, and he sat down with a wailing sound, hugging his head with both hands, waiting for death to come. Robin took a deep breath of the fiery gas that was spewing out of a stove, slowly put down the pistol, inserted it into the waist of his trousers, and then reached out to touch his thin yellow-haired head, sighed and said to Deason, "Man, your luck is not bad, God didn't let you die. Take this water, it will allow you to run back to Gubai Prison alive. "

　　It was incredible that Deason seemed to hear a voice from outside the sky that a police officer who was chasing him should leave the hope of life to a fugitive. His originally fierce eyes became blurred, and it took a long time to murmur: "Dear Officer Rosen, are you kidding me? Shoot me to death as soon as possible, you will not only be able to get out alive, but also make meritorious contributions, because you can make it up, you killed a fugitive who resisted arrest. Please, hurry up and don't throw me in the desert like fire to suffer." After saying that, he tore off the prison uniform on his chest, revealing his chest covered with yellow hair.

　　Robin frowned and said, "It's easy for me to kill you, but my responsibility is to hunt you back alive, because the law does not sentence you to death. Therefore, I can only choose to let you go back to prison alone. Oh, old man, give me a hand, I have successfully hunted down 11 fugitives, that's an auspicious number, I thank you now!"

　　Deason believed it and asked, "Then what do you do?"

　　Robin narrowed his eyes, looked up at the burning sky, and said slowly, "Wait for God to have mercy, the helicopter will fly back, and I won't die."

　　Deason suddenly shouted: "No, if you want to run, we will run together, we will die together, I would rather, you are the best friend I have known in my life." After speaking, he covered his face and cried.

　　Robin pushed the big aluminum jug into Deason's hand, pulled out the pistol at his waist, aimed at Deason, and shouted loudly: "Bastard, you are courting death! I shout one, two, three, if you don't run, I'll be rude!"

　　Dison hugged the big aluminum pot, wiped his red eyes and asked, "Are you not afraid that I will run towards Black Hawk Mountain?"

　　Robin laughed and replied: "Old man, I'll give you that little water, you can't run to Black Eagle Mountain at all, you can only run to Gubai Prison, that's a way to survive. Bastard, run away, everything about you is in God's hands, don't think about it."

Dison stopped talking, bowed deeply to Robin, turned his head and stepped on the hot coals of sand, and ran towards Gubai Prison.

　　At this moment, Robin felt the pain of a cracked head, and slowly climbed to the dark side of a sand dune, the temperature was much lower. He sat down and scolded Deason in his heart: This guy is so cruel that he almost smashed his head. At this moment, he has a plan in his heart. Maybe a wild object is passing by. His marksmanship is 100 hits, he can drink blood and eat meat, hey, he can't die. Thinking of this, he widened his eyes and began to wait and see.

　　In fact, this is his fantasy. In this desert with a high temperature of more than 50 degrees, how can there be wild animals running by? Unless you come to seek death. More than an hour passed, his eyes were so sore that he didn't even see the shadow of the wild objects. However, he was still shouting in his heart: "Hey, at least tomorrow afternoon, Deason can run back to Gubai Prison, and I can successfully hunt down the 11th fugitive, 11 ah, this auspicious number..." His head turned from severe pain to numbness, slowly closing his eyes...

　　Just when he was about to lose consciousness in a daze, he suddenly jumped up as if someone had pushed him hard. It turned out that he heard a "humming" sound above his head. Ah, the helicopter flew back again. He shouted: "Damn warden, I haven't forgotten my old man, I have to report to the city police branch, I'm really lucky." He jumped and jumped towards the helicopter, raised his hands and waved desperately. Sure enough, after the helicopter circled above his head for a while, it slowly began to land. However, the direction of landing is not right, why is it more than 300 feet away from him? "Damn, the direction is wrong. I'm here, stupid pig! "Just as he yelled at the landing helicopter, he suddenly noticed a high sand dune in that direction. On the sand dune stood a shirtless man with his hands waving a bright red shirt like fire. The helicopter found a striking distress signal and slowly landed towards the target.

　　Robin's body immediately gave birth to infinite strength, spread his legs, and ran to the sand dune in one breath. The shirtless man was Deason, who had been away for more than an hour. At this moment, his arm the thickness of a small bucket was gurgling blood, staining the prison uniform he was waving in his hand, and the helicopter found the landing target. Rosen was excited, jumped up and shouted, "Bastard, you coaxed me, you didn't run far!"

　　Rosen staggered and smiled brightly, saying, "I remember what you said, the helicopter will come to us, God won't let us die..."

　　With the wind and sand swept up by the propellers, the helicopter landed, and the warden of Gubai Prison jumped down and shouted, "You are so smart!"

　　Robin replied with a smile with Deason: "11, 11 is an auspicious number!"