my stealth fighter

Chapter 250 Hunting Team

When Ron listened to the hiking team he rescued tell about their experience in Mount Ararat, he just listened to it as a country tale. After all, such strange things and anecdotes are actually very common in the woods, and most of them are rumors. Every hunter Can tell a few similar stories.

Now corroborating what Catherine said, Ron couldn't help but wonder, is there really a mysterious monastery in Mount Ararat?

But that's not the point. The point is whether he and the villagers can survive. As long as he lives, maybe he will have the opportunity to go to Ararat Mountain in person in the future. If he dies here, it's meaningless to talk about other things.

"What happened in the village? Why are you hiding here? Tell us from the beginning to the end." Catherine took a sip from an open can with her fingers, and puckered her face as soon as she put it into her mouth. , "Bah! Is this can expired?"

Ron sighed and told all he knew.

This was the second time their temporary hunting team had visited the village. The members of the two visits were not exactly the same, but there was Ron both times.

Last time, it was Ron who asked the police to check whether there were human components in wolf dung and bear dung, which made the police very unhappy. At his insistence, the police still sent it for inspection, and it turned out that two pieces of dung did contain unidentified substances. Digested human tissue and hair, Ron bit the bullet and raised doubts again, pointing out that these might be the dead people eaten by wolves and bears, not the people killed by wolves and bears, but the police didn't bother to care about him, otherwise such a large forest would How to verify it?
This time the police convened the team again. Suspicious, he was always worried about the situation in the village, so he joined the hunting team again. When the road was blocked by boulders and trees, he came to the village on foot with other teammates.

They are all good players in the hunting team, and it is common for them to travel long distances with wind, food and shelter. After a day and a night of running around, they were attacked when they were about to arrive at the village.

Late that night, when it was only two or three hours before dawn, since it had been assumed in advance that there were wolves or brown bears attacking people in the forest, the five-member hunting team took turns to be on duty at night, and it happened that Ron was on duty at that time.

Usually when these hunters hunt alone in the forest, they use some small mechanisms to set up around the camp to protect their own safety. Those who like to play high-tech use laser alarms, and those who like simple methods use thin wires to tie cans. When an animal enters the camp, blocks the laser or touches the thin wire, the alarm will sound.

Ron and the others not only set up organs around the camp, but also took turns to be on duty.

After he was woken up by his companions in the middle of the night, he sat by the bonfire with a shotgun in his arms, and beside him was his pet dog Gavin, a faithful French wolfhound who was raised by him from a young age with a mouthful of goat's milk and a mouthful of meat. Right-hand man.

The forest was damp and cold in the middle of the night, he wrapped his coat tightly, added wood to the campfire, and in order to find something to do for himself, he used gun oil to clean and maintain the shotgun that never left his body.

Gavin, who was sleeping on his stomach, seemed to feel something, and suddenly raised his head, staring at the dark forest.

"What's wrong, Gavin?"

Seeing this, Ron also put down the cotton yarn, and quietly opened the safety of the shotgun.

The night was dead silent, and since it was winter, there was not even the sound of insects.

Not quite right.

Ron's intuition warned him. He hesitated to wake up his companions, but he woke everyone up for no reason. If nothing happened in the end, he would definitely be scolded by everyone and no longer trust him. he.

At this moment, all the organs that were clearly set up were silent, and Gavin suddenly jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on, barking wildly.

Ron didn't see danger in front of his eyes, so the danger must come from the rear, so he subconsciously put the shotgun on his shoulder and fired a shot at the back and up—the reason why he didn't shoot directly at the rear was because there was a tent directly behind. He was worried about accidentally injuring his teammates.

boom!
The gunfire woke the birds in the woods, and at the same time there was a scream from the tent.

Ron turned around and saw a black shadow quickly disappearing into the woods with a teammate in his arms, and the teammate seemed to have lost consciousness, with blood streaming from his neck.

He raised his gun but didn't dare to shoot, because he was afraid of accidentally injuring his teammates, not to mention that the black shadow was too fast, he felt that even if he fired, he would not be able to hit it.

The other three teammates all woke up and stumbled out of the tent. They only saw a tent that seemed to be torn apart by sharp claws, and it was full of blood.

The teammate thought it was the brown bear, so they picked up the shotgun and wanted to chase it. Ron swore it was a human figure, but now is not the time to argue about it. The teammate was taken away and had to chase.

He loosened Gavin's chain and asked Gavin to track the thing, but Gavin, who is usually brave and fearless even dare to fight a brown bear, was uncharacteristically, whimpering with his tail between his legs.

Gavin reluctantly led them to follow him under his desperate struggle.

It was not difficult to trace, because the companion's blood flowed sparsely all the way.

They were chasing too fast. Everyone's physical strength was different, and the gap was gradually widened. Ron, who was chasing at the front with his dog, only heard continuous screams from behind. He stopped and saw that only one teammate was chasing up.

This teammate is John who is now lying in the hospital and his mind is severely stimulated, but Ron didn't know it at the time.

The two knew that the situation was not good. It was definitely not the work of wolves or bears. Although animals knew simple tactics, they were definitely not so smart.

Within ten minutes, the two teammates disappeared strangely. Ron and John unanimously decided not to chase after them blindly, otherwise they might not survive. If they could not survive, who would report it?Who will communicate the dangers in the forest?
They returned to the camp to find that the camp had been completely destroyed and everything they had brought, especially the satellite phone, was destroyed.

Gavin kept barking nervously at the pitch-black jungle, sometimes to the east and sometimes to the west.

Dogs can't play tricks, if it's not that they are surrounded by a large number of enemies, or the enemies are moving extremely fast, circling around them, looking for their flaws and waiting for an opportunity, or... just simply playing with them.

But how is it possible for humans to have such a fast speed?Animals are also impossible!

"whee……"

"Cuckoo..."

Something was laughing, like... a young woman, but the voice was very strange, as if she was holding her throat deliberately, the voice was thin and high-pitched.

Ron and John were covered in cold sweat. They understood that the enemy was deliberately playing with them, appreciating their fear, and killing them was a breeze at the speed at which the enemy took away other companions.

(End of this chapter)