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Sand, sand...

Old Johnson held his breath and walked in the silent Devil's River Forest.

Wearing thick rabbit leather boots, he carefully raised his legs and stepped on the leaves to make a crunching sound.

Turning the shotgun in his hand, and using the faint light to guide the road ahead, old Johnson turned his ear to the side and listened carefully to all the movements in the forest.

Wang Wang, Wang Wang...

"on the left!"

Hearing the sound, Old John immediately chased in the direction the sound came from.

A hunting dog is as important to a hunter as the gun in his hand.

Especially in the dangerous forest, sometimes the role that the hound can play is far more than the hunter itself.

Following the hound's growl, old Johnson quickly arrived at his destination.

He saw Peter's tail sticking up, barking continuously at a bush somewhere in the forest, and without hesitation he turned his gun to aim at the bush.

Under the illumination of the shotgun light, some scarlet bloodstains could be seen on the treetops.

Holding the shotgun, he was silent for dozens of seconds, making sure that the jungle was not in danger.

Old Johnson breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't put down the shotgun in his hand. He walked cautiously to the woods, took off his gloves and reached out to wipe the blood on the treetops.

Judging from the appearance of blood coagulation, it should have been some time.

Putting his finger in front of his nose and smelling it, Old Johnson could basically tell that the prey would not be attacked for more than half an hour.

That is to say, it is very likely that the predator who launched the attack has not left the vicinity.

Thinking of the hungry brown bear hiding in the surrounding forest, the expression on old Johnson's face immediately became tense.

He clenched the shotgun in his hand and squinted at the surroundings.

Soon, an obvious trail of dragging was found in the bushes beside the bushes.

Judging from the scattered leaves and branches around the trace, it is clear that there was once a prey here that was attacked by a predator, and after killing it, the prey was dragged by pulling.

However, this way of hunting is obviously very different from the brown bear in old Johnson's impression.

As a ferocious giant beast, brown bears hardly have any natural enemies in the jungle.

In a state of starvation, even if it encounters a pack of wolves or even a similar species smaller than itself, it is still in the prey range of the brown bear.

After catching the prey, the brown bear will not cover it, and usually eat on the spot.

Could it be that it wasn't Cub Bear who appeared around the wooden house?

Frowning his brows, old Johnson couldn't help but murmur, but the shotgun in his hand had no idea of ​​a direction.

Regardless of whether the target of the tracking is the bear cub, for the safety of the residence, it is necessary for old Johnson to investigate.

"Peter, come here."

Making up his mind, old Johnson hurriedly waved over the shotgun beside him.

He stretched out his hand and let Peter, who was wagging his tail, smell the blood on his fingers.

Peter sniffed the bloodstain, then lowered his head and sniffed it on the ground.

He quickly found the right direction and ran over.

Looking at the hound rushing out, this time, old Johnson didn't hesitate any more, and he followed the hound and rushed in.

Wang Wang...

Just like that, we walked a few hundred meters.

Peter suddenly stopped, lowered his head and smelled the ground a few times. After turning back and forth a few times, he immediately shouted towards a low bush.

Following Peter's trail, old Johnson rushed to the bushes.

He pointed the torch on the shotgun at the bush, and sure enough, he found a 70- to 80-centimeter-sized prey carcass inside.

Looking at the muntjac corpse lying in the bushes, old Johnson's inner vigilance suddenly rose to the highest level.

He swept the surroundings with alert eyes, guarding against the beast that killed Jizi jumping out of the forest to attack him, and at the same time he stepped forward and pulled the sharp horns on Jizi's head and pulled the corpse out of the bushes.

Jizi's body was unexpectedly light, and even an old man like Old Johnson could drag it out with just one hand.

However, when the body was dragged out, old Johnson understood the reason.

Only half of the whole head was left in his hands, and the rest of the body was gnawed, especially the stomach below the back, which was directly emptied. The heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney are all gone.

"Looks like this is a rather hungry predator."

Looking at the muntjac's body with not much flesh left on his hands, old Johnson immediately made a judgment.

This is not good news for old Johnson.

Under normal circumstances, forest predators do not eat all their prey at one time. On the contrary, they eat one at a time, often one prey, which is enough to support the predator's energy consumption three or four times. Because for them, hunting is not a simple matter, and not every hunt can be successfully returned, once encountering consecutive failures, even for predators, it is a very dangerous thing.

And this way of directly eating up all the prey it caught ~www.readwn.com~ means.

The Predator itself is not only satisfied with the muntjac in the hands of old Johnson.

"Peter, be alert."

He lowered his head and gave the order to the hound.

Old Johnson threw the muntjac corpse in his hand to the ground, raised the shotgun and aimed it at the surrounding forest and moved slowly.

Judging from the time of death of the prey, the hunter dragged the corpse here for no more than twenty minutes, which also meant that this dangerous beast was likely to be nearby.

"Is it a cheetah, or..."

Holding a shotgun, Old Johnson watched the surrounding forest vigilantly, speculating on the possible identity of the beast in his mind.

"Wow, woo..."

However, at this moment, Peter beside him suddenly lowered his body, bared his teeth and roared at the bushes beside Old Johnson's left hand.

"over there!"

Noticing the hound's movement, old Johnson almost instinctively aimed the muzzle of the shotgun at the bush.

The weak light of the flashlight shone through the bushes.

Old Johnson stared at his cloudy eyes and looked in the direction of the bushes.

Under the reflection of the light, a faint light flashed.

A dark shadow suddenly rushed out of the bushes, jumped into the air, and rushed in the direction of old Johnson.

boom!

The next second, gunshots resounded in the silent forest.

……

tuk tuk-

In a lodge in a border town near Devil's River, Texas.

The knock on the door from outside the room made Zhao Yuan have to withdraw his gaze from the broken screen of the system.

"dinner time."

Outside the door, the bearded voice of the innkeeper sounded.

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