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Chapter 31 Dangerous Predators

rustle……

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

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

Turning the shotgun in his hand, relying on the faint light to guide the road ahead, the old Johnson turned his ears and listened carefully to all the movements in the forest.

woof woof, woof woof...

"on the left!"

Hearing the cry, Old John immediately chased in the direction of the sound.

A hound is as important to a hunter as a shotgun in his hand.

Especially in the dangerous forest, sometimes the hound can play a role far beyond the hunter himself.

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

He saw Peter with his tail upright, barking at a certain bush in the forest, and turned his gun to aim at the bush without hesitation.

Under the illumination of the shotgun lights, some scarlet bloodstains could be vaguely seen scraping on the treetops.

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

Old Johnson breathed a sigh of relief, but still did not put down the shotgun in his hand. He walked cautiously to the woods, took off his gloves, wiped the blood on the treetops, and rubbed them.

Judging from the way the blood clotted, it should have been a while.

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 said, there's a good chance that the predator that launched the attack hadn't left the vicinity.

Thinking of a 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, squinting and scanning the surrounding environment.

Soon, an obvious dragging mark was found in the bushes next to the bushes.

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

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

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

In a state of hunger, even if you encounter wolves or even wolves that are smaller than yourself, they are still within the hunting range of brown bears.

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

Could it be that it wasn't the cub who appeared around the wooden house?
Frowning, Old Johnson couldn't help muttering, but he didn't have the slightest intention to put down the shotgun in his hand.

Regardless of whether the object of tracking is a bear cub or not, for the safety of the residence, it is necessary for Old Johnson to investigate.

"Peter, come here."

Making up his mind, Old Johnson hurriedly beckoned the shotgun beside him.

Stretching out his hand, Peter, wagging his tail, smelled the blood stained on his fingers.

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

He quickly found the right direction and ran over.

Seeing the hounds rushing out, this time the old Johnson didn't hesitate any longer, and chased after the hounds and rushed inside.

Wang Wang...

In this way, we walked several hundred meters.

Peter stopped suddenly, lowered his head to sniff the ground a few times, turned around a few times, and immediately yelled towards a low bush.

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

I shone the flashlight on the shotgun at the bushes, and sure enough, I found a prey carcass about seventy or eighty centimeters in size, resembling a muntjac.

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

He scanned the surroundings with vigilant eyes, guarding against the wild beasts that killed Suzi jumping out of the forest to attack him, and at the same time stepped forward and pulled the sharp horns on Suzi's head to pull the corpse out of the bushes.

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

However, when the body was dragged out, Johnson Sr. understood why.

Of the entire muntjac in his hands, only half of its intact head remained, and the rest of the body was devoured, especially the stomach below the back, which was directly emptied out. Heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all gone.

"Looks like it was a pretty hungry predator."

Looking at the muntjac corpse with not much meat left in his hands, old Johnson made a judgment immediately.

This is not good news for Johnson Sr.

Under normal circumstances, predators in the forest will not eat up all their prey at one time. On the contrary, they will eat one at a time. Often, one prey is enough to support the energy consumption of the predator three to four times.Because for them, hunting is not a simple matter, and not every hunt can be successful. Once they encounter continuous failures, even for predators, it is very dangerous.

And eating up the prey directly in this way means.

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

"Peter, be alert."

He bowed his head to command the hound.

Old Johnson threw the deer corpse in his hand to the ground, raised his shotgun and aimed it slowly around the forest.

Judging from the time of death of the prey, the hunter dragged the corpse here for no more than 10 minutes, which also means that this dangerous beast is very likely to be nearby.

"Is it a cheetah, or..."

Holding a shotgun, Old Johnson looked around the 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, gritted his teeth and let out a low growl at the bush next to Old Johnson's left hand.

"there!"

Noticing the movement of the hound, Old Johnson aimed the muzzle of the shotgun at the bushes almost instinctively.

The faint light of the flashlight shone among the bushes.

Old Johnson stared at the direction of the bushes with his cloudy eyes.

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

A pitch-black figure suddenly rushed out of the bushes, jumped into the air, and rushed towards Old Johnson.

boom!
In the next second, gunshots rang out in the silent forest.

……

tuk tuk-

Inside a lodge in a frontier town near Devil's River, Texas.

The knock on the door came from outside the room, so Zhao Yuan had to withdraw his gaze from the broken screen of the system.

"dinner time."

Outside the door, the innkeeper's bearded voice sounded.

　Thanks to the bird trapped in the sky for the 100 starting point reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)