The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 122 Two vs. Seven, the results can be checked

In the sparse woods, Hawk was carrying a big bag and squatting on the ground to check the traces.

The leaves and weeds on the ground were trampled into pieces, and some dark hair was scattered, and the blood was dried and turned black.

Erica, who was also carrying a big bag behind her, held Savage's hunting rifle and patrolled the surroundings with vigilance.

Hawke picked up a branch, swept away the leaves, revealing the footprints below.

"A little wild boar." He lit the hoof marks and the soil arched with the branches, as well as the claw marks on the soil: "I was ambushed by a cat. Judging from the size of the claw marks, the cougars may be larger. ”

Erica came over and took a look and said, "The cougar is not bad either."

Hawke got up and threw away the branches, took the Remington shotgun, followed the traces of the ground, and walked northeast: "With this, if you have good luck, we can hunt a clown back today."

"Can specimens be made in Jeffrey City?" The woman Erica was always tugging with Hawk: "I have a big villa in Silver Lake, which is quite empty inside and can transform a large exhibition room."

She emphasized her tone slightly: "The exhibition room has been renovated, let us two of us hunted together to specimens."

As for pulling, Hawke would also: "You want to live with me? Isn't it a bit soon?"

Erica grinded her teeth: "I have never lived in that villa. I have to live at home at least four days a week, and I have to go with my grandfather and grandmother at least one day on weekends."

"Shh-" Hawke raised his fingers and signaled her not to speak, walked forward quietly, and pushed away the bushes.

Erica also smelled the strange smell, held the hunting rifle in both hands, and raised her vigilance.

It was a small white-tailed deer with all its internal organs and most of its meat, and the rest had rotted.

Erica looked carefully and said, "It's been at least one week."

"We entered its hunting area." Hawke took out the recorder, put it on his body, and turned on the shooting.

The two stopped talking and followed the traces on the ground and continued to move forward.

The terrain is getting more and more uneven. Although the hills are not tall and the trees and vegetation are not dense, there is no road on the ground.

Arriving on the highest mountain, Hawke climbed to the highest point, picked up his telescope and looked forward.

Erica also climbed up and asked, "Have you found it?"

"Look at that side." Hawke handed her the telescope and pointed to the northeast and said, "At the farthest view, you can vaguely see a dome building, which is the dividing line of the Indian reservation."

Erica saw that the building was almost at the end of the telescope's field of view. If you estimate it slightly, the straight line distance is more than three kilometers, but the terrain in the middle is fluctuating, and it may actually take more than twice as long to walk.

"We can't enter the reserve without invitation." She said, "We'll go there and come back without gain."

Hawke got off the stone: "Let's go."

Originally, the two of them lost traces of chasing, but not long after they came down, they found the corpse of the leftover rotten animal.

In the case of fresh food, cougars, as the top predators in North America, rarely eat rotten food.

Going further, Hawke discovered the predator's feces.

The terrain gradually flattened, and the wind blew from the northeast, and Erica whispered, "Did you smell it?"

Hawke nodded slightly: "A stinking smell."

Erica picked up her shotgun and stood behind Hawke's side.

Hawke walked a long way forward, the terrain was completely flat and the woods became sparse, and there was often only a tree far apart.

He stopped in front of a thick birch tree, with scratches on it, obviously marks left by the feline's claws.

When I looked forward, I found the source of the odor.

A large area of ​​gnawed chest ribs lying on the grass, and there were many messy piles of earth and rocks scattered behind the grass.

The scattered area is very large, occupying a radius of dozens of meters, approaching the uphill of another small hill, like a mudslide that collapsed before.

Hawke looked carefully and said, "It's not right."

Erica was a policeman. Seeing that there was no abnormality around her, she wanted to go up to check it and reminded Hawk: "Is the recorder turned on?"

"It's open." Hawke pointed to his chest.

"Photo take a picture." Erica raised her muzzle slightly and walked forward carefully.

Hawke followed.

When he arrived in front of the grass, Erica did not touch the bones. She looked carefully and said, "This is human bone."

Hawke pointed to the almost rotten flesh on it: "I've been dead for a while."

"More than half a month." Erica walked forward, and behind a pile of stones, she found her thigh bones and soles of her feet, and all the flesh on it was gnawed.

A gust of wind blew over and Hawke smelled the rotten smell again, not the bone under his feet.

He walked over there with a gun, and then saw another corpse.

"Here." Hawke gestured.

Erica quickly walked over and found that there were two legs and an arm missing from the corpse here. All the internal organs were hollowed out, their faces were gnawed away, and their dark hair was tied into a braid, tied behind their heads.

Hawke frowned: "A cougar attacked two people in a short time?"

Erica turned around and said, "The satellite phone in my bag will be called the police first."

Hawke took out the satellite phone and pointed to the braid: "Like an Indian."

This is not far from the reserved area.

"The local police cannot control the Indians." Erica learned about the process, and directly called the FBI number, waited for the other side to connect, and said, "Jane, it's me, Erica, I'm in the northeast of Jeffrey City. Hunting in the mountains, near the reserve area, we encountered two corpses of animals, one of which was most likely an Indian…”

She looked at the watch with GPS function: "Remember the coordinates."

After the phone call was finished, Erica was about to speak, and Hawke made a gesture of silence, pointed to the distance, and lowered his voice: "It seems that there is a car engine sound."

Erica listened carefully and said, "Let's hide first and see what's going on."

"Find a hidden place." Hawke stayed behind, clearing out a little trace left by the two of them, then followed Erica and hid among the piles of earth and rocks.

The two of them just hid, and the roar of the off-road vehicle was clearly heard.

In the wild, people are often the most dangerous.

Hawke hid behind a pile of broken soil and rocks and looked out quietly, a dirty black off-road vehicle and a pickup truck drove over.

The black off-road vehicle in front looks familiar, and when it gets slightly closer, Hawke sees the name of "Java Excavation Company".

Erica turned her head and looked at Hawke, understanding each other's thoughts.

This may be in trouble today.

The two sides are not far apart. The trees here are sparse and the terrain is relatively flat. You can only hide here for the time being to see what happens in the future.

Hawke took off the recorder and placed it behind a few stones. There was enough space between the stones to allow him to constantly adjust the shooting angle.

The off-road vehicle drove along the flat point towards this large pile of mudstones.

Hawke and Erica made the worst plan and picked up the gun in their hands.

The black off-road vehicle stopped and four men in black security suits got out of the car.

One of them had a bearded stick waved to the pickup truck behind him, and asked someone to drive the car over.

The other three sticks, holding AR rifles in their hands, looked around vigilantly.

The pickup truck engine was louder and roared.

Three people got out of the car, two of which were white men Hawke met at the restaurant last night, and one bald white man was older and had someone get into the car to move things.

The two bodies were thrown out of the car's bucket by them.

The corpse had dark braids, obviously Indians.

The bald white man smiled and said, "Our kittens have fresh food to eat."

The tattooed stick on the neck responded, "The environmental organization should give us a big prize, but we have supported the cat's family."

"These bastards, I forgot how our ancestors were cut off from the scalp!" The blonde white man kicked the corpse hard: "It's really enough to dare to stop us."

The bald white man urged, "Okay, deal with it quickly and go back and receive the bonus."

They did these things more than once or twice, and even the feeders developed a habit. When they heard the sound of the car engine, they not only did not hide, but instead came out to prepare to taste the snacks.

At the same moment, two little cougars stretched out their heads curiously from the hole piled up by the rocks.

An adult female cougar ran over from the hillside at full speed.

The big cat was agile and ran almost silently. He jumped a few times among the piles of rocks and was approaching the cave.

It saw the little cougar sticking out its head, and also found Hawk and Erica hiding behind a pile of rocks.

Out of nature, the Cougar rushed towards Hawke and Erica.

As the distance got closer, Hawke vaguely heard the sound of gravel rolling down behind him, and the strange feeling of being stared at him also reminded him that danger was coming.

Hawke subconsciously turned his head and saw a big cat about to pounce.

He quickly dropped the shotgun muzzle and couldn't even aim, so he pulled the trigger.

The gunshots roar!

Under the troll, all living beings are equal. The clown's chest was torn by a shotgun and blood flew away.

Meanwhile, Erica, who noticed the danger, turned around, but Savage's hunting rifle was too long and she was a little slower.

Another gunshot was heard, and the bullet shot into the cougar's neck.

The cougar fell on the gravel soil and there was no chance of standing up again.

Although Hawke and Erica had just escaped from danger, the good habits developed in daily training made the two of them immediately change positions, hiding behind a pile of earth and rocks, and throwing away the bag on their backs at the same time.

Bang bang bang!

The semi-automatic AR15 gunshots sounded, and more than a dozen bullets hit the vicinity where Hawke and Erica had just been hiding.

Just as the shotgun was fired, the three holding the AR rifle's rods quickly judged the source of the sound without any unnecessary nonsense or actions, and then hit the bullets before talking.

The rest of the people ran to the side of the car, took out their rifles and ammunition, looking for a hiding place, and waited until the three men's magazines were empty, and then another suppression shot.

These people are experienced, either hiding behind the stone or behind the engine in the front of the car. The rifle is raised above the head and shoots at the other side of the stone.

The bald white man leaned on the front wheel of the pickup truck, his face full of viciousness.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

The body was thrown away must have been seen, and this matter cannot be done well.

He rushed to the few people hiding behind the car and gestured to leave no living mouth.

Following his nearest bearded stick, he said, "They are hiding."

The bald white man shouted, "Stop shooting! Stop shooting!"

Their team had a certain understanding. Although they stopped shooting, they were all ready to shoot again.

The bald white man raised his voice and shouted loudly, "Man, we don't know each other, but we just happened to meet, not the enemy! In this way, we don't shoot again, you guys hurry up and leave."

"Okay!" Hawke shouted.

The bald white man shouted, "I count 1, 2, 3, and we all retreat."

"one two three!"

Hawke picked up a stone and threw it at another pile of stones.

The opposite side was not fooled, but no one backed down.

Hawke pointed at himself, nodded at Erica, raised his gun, turned diagonally towards the sky, fired three shots, and then shrank all of his body.

The shotgun sounded loudly, and several people vaguely judged the position and extended the muzzle to shoot.

The gunshots exploded like firecrackers.

Hawke felt the pile of earth and rocks hiding in shaking.

During the scattering of guns, Erica's muzzle locked the arm of a target and immediately fired.

After a bang, a big hole was made in the arm with a tattooed stick on his neck, the bone was broken, and the gun fell to the ground.

Erica was not greedy, so she immediately retracted and moved to the place next to her who had already seen her.

The shotgun in Hawke's hand was not conducive to long-range shooting. He filled the magazine again and said, "You suppress it from the front, I'll go back from the side, like when practicing the gun."

Erica set up a rifle again, pointing the muzzle at the wounded who were screaming on the ground, waiting for the rescuers to appear.

The tattooed man's arm artery was broken, blood was coming out, and his nerves were already reacting, and he screamed in pain.

A nearby stick shouted at him, "Bind the wound and use your belt!"

But tattooed men can't do it at all.

No one dared to run to an empty place to save people.

"Fak!" The bald white man was very angry and said to the bearded stick, "I will take people to attract their attention from the front. You will take two people and go around from the side."

Beard reached out and pointed at the other two white men.

The bald white man shouted, "Let's fire!"

He and the other two raised their guns above their heads at the same time and shot blindly at the other side of the pile of soil and rocks.

Bearded and two white men took advantage of the cover, bypassed the two cars and ran quickly to one side.

Among the piles of earth and rocks, Hawke was lying around.

When the dense gunfire sounded, he stopped quickly, hurriedly hurriedly behind a pile of soil, and found two very small clowns lying on the hole with rocks on the other side.

The gunshots scared them to the ground and shivered, and their **** and urine flowed.

Hawke grabbed the back of one and threw it to the front.

The cub fell to the ground, struggling desperately to run, and the stones and soil were shattering.

The two white men who bypassed shot immediately after hearing the movement.

The successive gunfire made Hawke determine where they were, exert force under his feet, and he rushed out like a rabbit.

Before he could see the figure, the shotgun was the first to reach out and fired repeatedly at the judged position.

With the sound of gunfire, Hawke cleared the bullet cabin as fast as possible.

Then retract and reload.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded twice.

The two white men were beaten to the **** chest and shoulders and fell to the ground with reflexive twitching.

Bang!

Savage's hunting rifle rang again.

Maybe Erica hit a stick, and even her mother tongue was shouting out as the stick screamed.

The beard hid behind a pile of soil, and death was right in front of him, even his hands were shaking.

The white man lying in a pool of blood tilted his head and looked at him, his pupils gradually dilated.

On the other side, gunfire sounded again.

The beard had the intention to retreat, and he retreated with his body shrinking, and his muzzle was still pointing at the place where the white man was lying down.

Hawke took advantage of Erica's attention in front of her and quickly stood up and rushed to a pile of soil. He saw another person's exposed shoulders from a high place. While his body leaned back and slid down, he shot at the other side.

Beard noticed the movement here. Before the muzzle could turn, gravel mixed with projectiles rushed towards him, and his hand could no longer hold the gun.

When someone fell down, he was unlucky to hit the hardest mouth with a shotgun, and his head seemed to have turned into a rotten watermelon.

Hawke slid off the gravel mound, not caring about the scratching pain in his back, and hugged his waist and circled around the two cars from the side.

The shooting sound of the semi-automatic rifle became extremely sparse. To veterans like Hawke, only one gun was left to fire.

Hawke took a quick look and saw the rod that shot forward. The shotgun quickly poked out, aimed at the other side and fired twice, and quickly retracted his body.

The stick fell down in screams, and as Savage's hunting rifle started, there was no sound.

Erica's crisp shout came over: "Back to the car, one person!"

Hawke shouted, "Man, we are the FBI, surrender, your people are all dead. We have more than a dozen colleagues who have entered this area to search. At most, five minutes later, there will be a bunch of FBIs behind you. ”

The bald white man hid behind the wheel of the front pickup truck, half-believing and half-doing about Hawke's words.

It is not difficult to judge from the gunshot that the other party had only two people, but he killed six of his subordinates.

Apparently well trained.

The bald white man wanted to change a bunker. If the FBI really wanted to come, he would be without any cover.

Erica's muzzle moved and blew up one of the front tires of the pickup truck with a bang.

Hawke lay down on the ground, aiming the shotgun at the front of the car more than ten meters away.

The pickup truck can drive to such a place, not only has it been modified, but the chassis has also been lifted, which is no less than a pure off-road vehicle.

Hawke pretended to be talking to someone and said loudly, "The target is in the pickup truck. You can see it when you come over. Don't think about surviving, just kill it!"

The bald white man was worried about being attacked from front and back, and kept looking back at the uncovered side.

Erica understood Hawke's words and fired again, the bullet hit the front of the car, and the body of the car was shaken.

The bald head took care of both sides, and under the vibration, one foot exposed the tire.

Hawke saw the black boot and shot immediately.

The black leather boots were fragments mixed with blood and bones flying around.

The bald man couldn't squat and fell down.

Erica adjusted the angle and shot again. Savage shot bullets from the hunting rifle, and the bald head flew out with half of his right hand, along with the AR rifle.

Hawke got up and ran, turned to the back of the pickup truck, aiming the bald head's chest.

He shouted, "Catch him!"

The bald head, half of his feet and half of his hands were gone, and he looked miserable.

(End of this chapter)