Tarzan climbed the highest tree he could find and for the first time in eight months, Tarzan's yell reverberated in the jungles of Africa. The animals and natives felt a flicker of hope from their situation under the oppressive rule of the hunters, poachers, mercenaries and warmongers who have swarmed and exploited the land. The deep and brave voice of the jungle hero soothed their aching bodies and they longed to break from their bonds of slavery. Tarzan will come for them, he would save them and release them from their captivity.
About a kilometer away, a black man in a three-piece suit and leather shoes stood hidden in the branches of an acacia tree, his hand was crossed over his chest . The impeccably dressed man gazed at Tarzan as the king of the jungle howled his call from the highest tree in the area. 'Tarzan, you should have stayed hidden in your lair...' whispered the man scowling.
Zhang Ji stood up as he heard a sound new to his ears, his hands are bloodied from the gazelle ha had recently outran and disemboweled. Zhang felt himself getting excited over the prospect of finally hunting his principal quarry. With a swift movement, he attacked a nearby tree with an double open palm strike. The tree trunk burst from behind the impact and came crashing down showering the forest with leaves and splinters.
The news of Tarzan's return spread through out the jungle like wildfire soon the whole jungle sensed his presence.
In the Shadow Region of the jungle where the Blood Tribe resides, the chief summoned one of his best warriors, Gif The Snake. 'The reign of the Blood tribe is at hand, Gif. We will not make our aggression in the past eight months be in vain. Kill Tarzan and bring me his severed head! Make him pay for the crime he has committed to our tribe!' ordered the chief.
Bolshoi Medved got livid the moment he heard the news of Tarzan's return. He had come to the jungle six months prior and now he had controlled the diamond mines of the North Mountain after killing the previous owner. He will not let the jungle king to take it away from him nor will he let Tarzan free his slave miners. The moment Tarzan tries to meddle in his affairs will the last thing the jungle hero will do thought Bolshoi.
Dr. Johnson had just finished injecting a clear liquid on a chimpanzee when his aide delivered the news of Tarzan to him. The doctor dismissed his aide as if the news did not bother him and he kept staring at his test subject. The chimpanzee looked like it was about to sleep, suddenly, its bloodshot eyes bulged and it struggled violently from its bonds, shrieking in agony. The commotion lasted for ten minutes and after the ruckus the chimp lay in coma on the laboratory table. 'Too fast, much too fast to enjoy. These chimps are dying so quickly, I will have to get something durable.' thought the doctor as he moved to the cages to find his next test subject.
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