rustle……

Old Johnson held his breath and walked in the quiet forest of the Devil River.

He was wearing thick rabbit leather boots and carefully raised his legs and stepped on the leaves, making a tiny sound.

Turning the shotgun in his hand and guiding the road ahead with the faint light, Old Johnson turned his ears and listened carefully to all the movements in the forest.

Wow, wow...

“On the left!”

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

A hunting dog is no less important to a hunter than a hunting rifle in his hands.

Especially in the forest full of crisis, sometimes the role of hunters can play far exceeds that of hunters themselves.

Following the hound's roar, Old Johnson soon arrived at his destination.

He saw Peter with his tail upright and barking at some bush in the forest. Without hesitation, he turned his muzzle and pointed it at the bush.

Under the shooting gun light, you can vaguely see some scarlet blood marks scratching on the treetops.

Holding the hunting rifle, he was silent for dozens of seconds, confirming that the jungle was not in danger.

Old Johnson breathed a sigh of relief, but he still did not put down the hunting rifle in his hand. He walked to the woods with cautious steps, took off his gloves, reached out to wipe the blood on the treetops, and rubbed it.

Judging from the appearance of blood clotting, it must have been a while.

Put your fingers in front of your nose and smelled them. Old Johnson could basically judge that the prey would not be attacked for more than half an hour.

That is to say, the predator who launched the attack is likely to have not left nearby.

The expression on Old Johnson's face immediately became nervous when he thought of the hungry brown bear hiding in the surrounding forest.

He held the shotgun in his hand tightly and narrowed his eyes to sweep the surrounding environment.

Soon, a clear drag mark was found in the bushes next to the trees.

Judging from the leaves and branches falling around the traces, it is obvious that a prey here was attacked by a predator, and after the killing, he dragged the prey by pulling it.

However, this way of hunting is obviously very different from the brown bears that Old Johnson remembers.

As a vicious and huge beast, brown bears have almost no natural enemies in the jungle.

When you are hungry, even if you encounter wolves or even similar people who are smaller than you, you are still in the hunting range of brown bears.

After catching prey, brown bears will not cover up and usually eat on the spot.

Could it be that the one who appears around the wooden house is not a bear cub?

Frowning, Old Johnson couldn't help but murmur, but the hunting rifle in his hand had no idea of ​​direction.

Regardless of whether the person being tracked was a bear cub, Johnson, the old man needs to investigate for the safety of his residence.

"Peter, come here."

Making up his mind, Old Johnson quickly waved to summon the hunting rifle beside him.

He reached out and let Peter, who was waving his tail, smell the blood stained on his fingers.

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

Soon, he found the right direction and ran over.

Looking at the hound rushing out, this time Old Johnson did not hesitate anymore, and took a step and chased the hound behind and rushed inside.

Wow wool...

In this way, we walked forward for hundreds of meters.

Peter suddenly stopped, lowered his head and sniffed it on the ground for a few times. After turning back and forth for a few times, he immediately shouted at a low bush.

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

He shone the flashlight on the hunting rifle at the bush, and indeed found a prey corpse that was seventy or eighty centimeters in size and similar to a deer.

Looking at the corpse of a deer lying in the bushes, Old Johnson's inner warning immediately mentioned the highest point.

He swept around with a vigilant look, guarding against the beast that killed the deer-killer jumping out of the forest to attack him, and at the same time, he stepped forward and pulled the sharp corners of the deer-killer's head and pulled the body out of the bushes.

The corpse of the deer was unexpectedly light, and even an old man like Johnson could be dragged out with one hand alone.

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

The entire deer in his hand was only half a complete head, and the rest of his body was gnawed out, especially the belly part below his spine, which was directly exhausted, and the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were missing.

"It seems, this is a pretty hungry predator."

Looking at the corpse of the deer with little meat left on his hands, Old Johnson immediately made a judgment.

This is not good news for Johnson, Old Johnson.

Generally speaking, forest predators will not eat all their prey at once. On the contrary, they will eat one prey again and again. Often, one prey is enough to support the hunter's energy consumption three to four times. Because for them, hunting is not a simple thing, and not every hunt can be successfully returned. Once you encounter continuous failures, it is a very dangerous thing for predators.

And this way, eating up all the prey you prey directly means.

The predator itself is not only satisfied with the deer in the hands of Old Johnson.

"Peter, beware."

He lowered his head and made an order to the hound.

Old Johnson threw the corpse of the deer in his hand to the ground, raised his hunting rifle and pointed it at the forest and slowly moved around.

From the time of death of the prey, it is inferred that the hunter drags the corpse here for no more than twenty minutes, which also means that the dangerous beast is likely to be nearby.

"Is it a cheetah, or..."

Holding a hunting rifle, Old Johnson looked around the forest vigilantly, and guessed the possible identity of the beast in his mind.

"Woo, woo..."

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

“There’s there!”

Notice the movement of the hunting dog, Old Johnson almost instinctively pointed the muzzle of the hunting gun at the bush.

The faint light of the flashlight shines among the shrubs.

Old Johnson stared at his muddy eyes and looked towards the bush.

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

A dark shadow suddenly rushed out of the bush, jumped into the air, and rushed towards Old Johnson.

Bang!

The next second, gunfire sounded in the quiet forest.

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Texas, within a small frontier town near the Devil River area.

The knocking sound from outside the room forced Zhao Yuan to retract his gaze on the broken picture of the system.

“Dinner time.”

Outside the door, the sound of the hostel owner's bearded man rang out.
Chapter completed!