I! Siberian tiger!

The sound of gunfire gradually died away.

Compared with Chen Dong's group of staff who have a formal organization.

They were a bunch of idle speculators.

Therefore, whether it is the quality of firearms or the supply of ammunition, they cannot be compared with Chen Dong and others.

After the little man was injured, and seriously injured, they had no choice but to leave the little man behind.

And to avoid being caught up, they could only choose the riskiest way to escape separately.

This is something that I have long been aware of.

When the matter is over, they will meet again at the place agreed in advance and leave here to go home together.

Compared to the poachers,

Chen Dong and the others are in a much better situation.

Basically, no damage was done, everything is the same as it was originally.

Watching each other's movements gradually subside, they faded away one by one.

Chen Dong led his team members and pressed forward.

"Director..."

A team member looked at the little man lying limply against the big tree and said,"He's injured."

Chen Dong hurried over.

Looking at the weak look of the little man, I couldn't help but frown, but in the end I said,"Treat him."

They are not murderers, they are public officials, and there is nothing they can do about it.

He has to do this, because, this is the rule. If there is no rule like this, Chen Dong will definitely not care about the life and death of a poacher.

"Ahem..."

The little man opened his eyes, looked at Chen Dong, and grinned:"Thank you."

"What the hell..."

Chen Dong really felt so high that he didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment.

"You are really not afraid of death."

Chen Dong looked at the bloody black bear that had been skinned and bloody, and suppressed the anger in his heart and said:"What number is this?"

Through his skillful skinning skills, Chen Dong could tell that this group of people is definitely not a first-time offender, but a habitual offender.

He doesn't know how many wild animals have suffered at their hands.

However , The little man wouldn't say it. If he did, wouldn't it be like admitting what he had committed?...He's not stupid.

A fool cannot commit a crime.

Even if he commits a crime, he will not be able to escape and remain at large for such a long time.

"You will speak later."

Chen Dong was not angry.

Instead, he stood there, took out a cigarette and smoked one.

"Leader, give a team that does not"

"Shut up and stay there."

Chen Dong sneered. The little man really thought that he was cured of his illness. He was just a criminal............

Not everyone in the bald man's hunting party has a gun.

It's just that the boss and the second child have fire-breathing guys in their hands.

Moreover, this kind of guy is not regular yet.

It is an old-fashioned shotgun from a long time ago. It can be passed down to this day, but it is of a certain age, and it is older than the little man.

The bald man and the little man held only a machete in their hands and no other weapons.

Running huffing and puffing.

He was afraid that he would be caught up, so the bald man ran as hard as he could.

He was really tired with the machete in his hand, so he stopped and stood there, breathing heavily.

"There's finally no one left now, right?...."

After looking around, he breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that there were indeed no pursuers.

But there were towering trees and dense bushes all around, and there were no lights. It was pitch black, and the sound of insects echoed in his ears.

There was no companion beside him, so he stopped all of a sudden, which made the bald man feel a little uncomfortable all over, as if he had goosebumps.

"Ma Tei..."

After swallowing, the 30cm long machete in his hand emboldened the bald man.

Although, there is still sweat dripping down from my forehead.

"Goo...."

Swallowing, the bald man continued walking.

He didn't want to stay in this place any longer. It made him feel very uneasy.

Just a pair of glasses that looked like a will-o'-the-wisp in the night, secretly watching the bald man.

The strong and majestic white figure is hidden in the trees.

At night, humans who cannot see at night cannot detect this tiger whose body color is obviously different from the surrounding environment........................

"Shooting?"

Old Liu Tou's face straightened. He had been on the mountain not long after Chen Dong and others. He secretly left his grandson Liu Zhengdong behind and waited for his weapon to be loaded. What he was carrying behind him was a bow.

This is When there was no hunting rifle, it was a commonly used hunting tool for the Oroqen people.

Old Liu Tou has been hunting since he was a child, and he is also skilled in using this kind of bow and arrow. This is much more strenuous than before, after all, he is older.

Ears Li heard the gunfire, and the sound of shooting at each other was still so noisy, which made Old Liutou look very serious.

"Did you meet a thief?...."

Accurate judgment based on his experience.

Continuing to walk deeper into the forest, Old Liu Tou felt very uneasy.