When the search and rescue team and the armed police arrived at the scene, they were stunned.
They saw three poachers tied firmly to a tree trunk. Next to them, Yong Tao was taking care of forest ranger Old Zhang, while Ning Fei was taking care of the golden monkey in a sack.
“Paramedics, quick, this way!”
The rescue team hurriedly carried a stretcher over. Yong Tao waved his hand, indicating that he was fine. Instead, he helped old Zhang lie down on the stretcher.
“More than ten golden monkeys died. How could they do that?”
Old Zhang was on the stretcher, facing the paramedics. He did not say anything about his injuries. Instead, he cried until he was in tears.
Old Zhang had no children and had always been a golden monkey patrolman. He liked golden monkeys very much.
Now that he saw the poachers’sacks open and the corpses of the monkeys one by one, he could no longer hold it in.