"Do you see anything?""No! Nothing at all"The six poachers who had headed north had the impression that they were looking for nothing. Wherever they headed, there was nothing but water, mangroves and aquifers; no trace of the spinosaurus."That bastard ran like a train! By now it will have distanced us by kilometers!" snapped one of them, a fat man with a freckled face.Another poacher, a guy with long hair and short arms, was more optimistic. "It may be as fast as a train, but it's still an animal. Sooner or later it will get tired of running away and we will catch up with it""Tsk. You are always an incurable dreamer, Karl. We're spinning around here, we won't find it anymore""Over there!"Under the gaze of the poachers ahead of them a splash occurred and a red sail emerged slightly from the water.Karl burst out laughing: "Ah ah! Incurable dreamer, huh? In your face, Sven!" he said in full hilarity, and then grabbed the radio. "Boss, we found the spinosaurus! It had headed north
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