Chapter 122 Two versus seven, the record can be checked
In the sparse woods, Hawke was carrying a large bag and squatting on the ground to check for traces.
The leaves and weeds on the ground were trampled to pieces, with some dark hairs and dried and black blood stains scattered.
Erica, who was also carrying a large bag behind her, was holding a Savage shotgun and looking around with vigilant eyes.
Hoke picked up a branch and swept away the leaves, revealing the footprints underneath.
"A little wild boar." He used a branch to point at the hoof prints, the dirt arched out, and the paw prints on the soil: "It was ambushed by a cat. Judging from the size of the paw prints, the puma's might be larger. "
Erica came over to take a look and said: "The mountain lion is not bad either. "
Hawke stood up and threw away the branch, took the Remington shotgun, and followed the ground. Traces, go to the northeast: "This way, luck If we are angry, we can hunt a puma and go back today."
"Can Jeffrey City make specimens?" Erica, a woman, kept talking to Hawke: "I am in Silver Lake. There is a large villa that is quite spacious. It can be converted into a large exhibition room."
She said with a slightly stronger tone: "The exhibition room has been renovated to contain the specimens of the prey that the two of us hunted together."< br>
Pulling, Hawke will also: "You want to live with me? Isn't it a bit too soon?"
Erica grinded her teeth: "I have never lived in that villa. I live there at least four days a week. She lives at home and spends at least one day on the weekend with her grandparents. "
"Shh--" Hawke raised his finger to signal her to stop talking, then quietly walked forward and pushed aside the bushes.
Erica also smelled the peculiar smell, held the shotgun in both hands, and became more vigilant.
It was a small white-tailed deer that had had its internal organs and most of its meat eaten, and the other parts had rotted away.
Erica looked at it carefully and said, "It's been at least a week."
"We entered its hunting area." Hawke took out the recorder, put it on his body, and started shooting.
The two stopped talking and continued walking forward, following the traces on the ground.
The terrain is becoming increasingly uneven. Although the hills are not high and the trees and vegetation are not dense, there are no roads at all.
Arrived at the top of the highest mountain, Hawke climbed to the highest point, picked up the telescope and looked ahead.
Erica also climbed up and asked: "Anything found?"
"Look over there." Hawke handed her the telescope, pointed to the northeast and said: "The farthest field of view can be vaguely seen. I saw a dome building, which is the dividing line of the Indian reservation area.”
Erica saw that the building was almost at the end of the telescope’s field of view. A slight estimate showed that the straight-line distance was more than three kilometers, but in the middle. The terrain is undulating, and the actual walking time may be more than twice as long.
"You cannot enter the reserve without an invitation." She said: "We will go there and come back if there is no harvest."
Hoke got down from the stone: "Let's go."< br>
Originally, the two lost the trace, but not long after they got down, they found the remains of rotting animal carcasses.
Cougars, North America's top predators, rarely eat rotten food when fresh food is available.
Further forward, Hawke discovered carnivore droppings.
The terrain gradually became flat, and the wind blew from the northeast. Erica whispered: "Do you smell it?"
Hoke nodded slightly: "There is a rotten smell."
Erica picked up the shotgun and stood guard behind Hawke.
Hoke walked a long way forward. The terrain was completely flat and the woods became sparse. There was often only one tree far away.
He stopped in front of a thick birch tree. There were scratch marks on it, which were obviously marks left by cats sharpening their claws.
When I looked ahead, I discovered the source of the odor.
A large piece of gnawed breast and ribs lay on the grass, and there were many messy piles of earth and rocks scattered behind the grass.
The scattered area is large, covering a radius of tens of meters, and is close to the upper slope of another small hill. It seems that a mudslide has occurred before and collapsed.
Hoke looked closely and said, "That's not right."
Erica was a policeman. Seeing that there was nothing unusual around her, she wanted to go forward and check, and reminded Hawke: "The recorder is on. "Is it open?"
"It's open." Hawke pointed to his chest.
"Photograph me." Erica raised the muzzle of her gun slightly and walked forward carefully.
Hawke followed.
When they came to the grass, Erica did not touch the bones. She looked at them carefully and said, "These are human bones."
Hoke pointed to the rotten flesh on them. : "He has been dead for a while."
"More than half a month." Erica walked forward and found the thigh bones and soles of feet behind a pile of stones, with all the flesh on them eaten away. .
A gust of wind blew over, and Hawke smelled a rotten smell again, and it wasn't the bones under his feet.
He walked over there with the gun in hand, and saw another skeleton.
"This way." Hawke gestured.
Erica came over quickly and found that the body here was missing two legs and an arm, its internal organs had been hollowed out, its face had been eaten away, and its dark hair was tied into a braid. , tied behind the head.
Hoke frowned: "A puma attacked two people in a short period of time?"
Erica turned around: "The satellite phone in my bag, call the police first. ”
Hawke took out the satellite phone and pointed at the braid: "It looks like an Indian."
This is not far from the reservation area.
"The local police have no control over the Indians' affairs." Erica understood the process and directly called the FBI number. Waiting for the call to come through, she said: "Jen, it's me, Erica, I'm here While hunting in the mountains northeast of Jeffrey City, near the reservation area, I encountered two corpses that had been eaten by animals, one of which was extremely It could be an Indian..."
She glanced at the watch with GPS function: "Please note the coordinates."
When the call was finished, Erica was about to speak, but Hawke. He made a silent gesture, pointed to the distance, and lowered his voice: "There seems to be the sound of a car engine."
Erica listened carefully and said: "Let's hide for a while and see what happens."
"Find a hidden place." Hawke stayed behind, cleaning up the traces left by the two of them, and then followed Get on Erica and hide among the piles of earth and rocks.
As soon as the two hid, the roar of the off-road vehicle was clearly audible.
In the wild, the most dangerous people are often people.
Hoke hid behind a pile of rubble and looked out quietly. A dirty black off-road vehicle and a pickup truck drove over.
The black off-road vehicle in front looked familiar. When he got closer, Hawke saw the name "Puma Excavating Company".
Erica turned her head, looked at each other and understood each other's thoughts.
This may be troublesome today.
The two sides are not far apart. There are sparse trees here and the terrain is relatively flat. For the time being, we can only hide here to see what happens next.
Hoke took off the recorder and placed it behind a few rocks. There was enough space between the rocks to allow him to constantly adjust the shooting angle.
The off-road vehicle drove along the flat area towards this large pile of debris.
Hoke and Erica prepared for the worst and picked up their guns.
The black off-road vehicle stopped, and four men in black security uniforms got out of the vehicle.
One of the sticks with a beard waved to the pickup truck behind and asked people to drive over.
The other three sticks held AR rifles in their hands and looked around cautiously.
The pickup truck's engine was louder and roared over.
Three people got out of the car, two of them were white men that Hawke had met at the restaurant last night, and there was an older bald white man who asked people to get in and move things in the truck.
The two corpses were thrown out of the truck.
The corpses all had dark braided hair and were obviously Indians.
The bald white man smiled and said: "Our kittens have fresh food to eat again."
The stick tattooed on his neck continued: "The environmental protection organization should give us a grand prize. We have fed the cat family."
"These bastards have forgotten how their ancestors were scalped by us!" The blonde The white man kicked the corpse hard: “You dare to stop us, you’ve had enough of your life. "
The bald white man urged: "Okay, take care of it quickly and go back to collect the bonus."
They did these things more than once or twice, and they were even fed by the feeders. It has become a habit. When I hear the sound of the car engine, instead of hiding, I come out and prepare to taste snacks.
At the same moment, two little pumas stuck out their heads curiously from the holes made in the rocks.
An adult female puma ran over the hillside at full speed.
This big cat has a strong body and runs almost silently. It jumps a few times among the mounds of dirt and rocks and is already close to the cave.
It saw the little puma sticking its head out, and also found Hawk and Erica hiding behind a pile of rocks.
Out of nature, the cougar pounced directly on Hawk 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 also reminded him of the danger.
Hawke turned his head subconsciously and saw a big cat about to pounce.
He turned the muzzle of the shotgun around quickly and pulled the trigger before he even had time to aim.
The gunfire roared!
Under the trolls, all living beings are equal. The puma's chest was torn apart by shotguns, and blood flew out.
At the same time, Erica, sensing the danger, also turned around, but Savage's shotgun was too long, so she was a little slower.
There was another gunshot, and the bullet entered the puma's neck.
The puma landed on the gravel and soil, never able to stand up again.
Although Hawke and Erica had just escaped from danger, the good habits they had developed through daily training caused them to immediately change places, each hiding behind a pile of earth and rocks, and threw away the bags on their backs at the same time. .
Bang bang bang!
The gunfire of a semi-automatic AR15 rang out, and more than a dozen bullets were fired near where Hawke and Erica were hiding just now.
Just when the shotgun fired, three sticks holding AR rifles quickly determined the source of the sound. Without any unnecessary nonsense or action, they fired a bunch of bullets.
The rest of the people ran to the car one after another, took out their long guns and ammunition, and looked for hiding places. When the three people had empty magazines, there was another burst of suppressive shooting.
These people were experienced, either hiding behind rocks or hiding behind the engine of a car, raising their rifles above their heads and shooting at the rocks indiscriminately.
The bald white man leaned on the front wheel of the pickup truck with a sinister expression on his face.
Someone must have seen the corpse dumped, and this cannot be done well.
He made a cross-cutting gesture to several people hiding behind the car, indicating that no one should be left alive.
Following his nearest bearded stick, said: "They are hiding."
The bald white man shouted: "Stop shooting! Stop shooting!"
They are The team members had a certain tacit understanding. Although they stopped shooting, they were all ready to shoot again.
The bald white man raised his voice and shouted: "Man, we don't know each other, we just happened to meet each other, not enemies! In this case, let's stop shooting, and you leave as soon as possible."
"Okay!" Hawk shouted.
The bald white man shouted: "I count 1, 2, 3, we all step back."
"One, two, three!"
Hoke picked it up A stone thrown into another pile of stones.
The people on the other side were not fooled, but no one backed away either.
Hoke pointed at himself, nodded to Erica, raised the muzzle of the gun, tilted it toward the sky, fired three times, and then shrank his body.
The sound of the shotgun was loud. Several people vaguely judged the location and stretched out the muzzle of the gun to shoot.
The gunfire exploded like firecrackers.
Hoke felt the pile of earth and rocks where he was hiding shaking.
Amidst the random gunfire, Erica's gun locked onto a target's arm and fired immediately.
After a bang, the stick tattooed on his neck opened a big hole in his arm, the bones were directly broken, and the gun fell to the ground.
Erica was not greedy and immediately retracted her body and moved to the place she had already looked forward to.
The shotgun in Hawke's hand was not conducive to long-distance shooting. He refilled the magazine and said: "You suppress it from the front, and I will circle back from the side, just like when practicing guns."
Erica set up the rifle again, pointing the gun at the wounded man howling on the ground, waiting for rescuers to appear.
The artery in the tattooed man's arm was interrupted, and blood was pouring out. His nerves had already reacted, and he screamed in pain.
A nearby stick shouted to him: "Tie the wound above with your belt!"
But the tattooed man couldn't do it at all.
No one dares to run into an open place to save people.
"Fake!" The bald white man was very angry and said to the bearded stick: "I will lead people to attract their attention from the front. You lead two people and go around from the side."
The bearded man reached out and nodded at the other two white men.
The bald white man shouted: "Fire!"
He and the other two raised their guns above their heads at the same time, and fired blindly at the pile of rocks.
The bearded man and the two white men took advantage of the cover, bypassed the two cars, and ran quickly to one side.
In the pile of earth and rocks, the Hawke cat was crouched and also walking around.
When intensive gunshots rang out, he stopped quickly, huddled behind a pile of dirt, and found two very small puma cubs lying on the other side of a cave made of rocks.
The sound of gunshots frightened them so much that they lay on the ground shivering, feces and urine flowing out.
Hoke grabbed one by the back of the neck and threw it forward.
The cub fell to the ground and struggled desperately to run away. The stones and soil he kicked off made a loud crunch.
The two white men who came around heard the noise and fired immediately.
The gunshots rang out one after another allowed Hawke to determine their location. He exerted force on his feet and ran out like a rabbit.
Before he could see the figure, he stretched out the shotgun first and fired repeatedly at the judged position.
Amidst the roar of gunfire, Hawke emptied the magazine as quickly as possible.
Then he retracted to reload.
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded twice.
The two white men were beaten to a bloody pulp on their chests and shoulders. They fell to the ground and twitched reflexively.
Bang!
Savage's shotgun fired again.
Maybe Erica hit a stick, and when the stick screamed, he even shouted out his native language.
Beard is hiding behind a pile of dirt, death is right in front of him, and even his hands are 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 rang out again.
The bearded man had the intention of retreating and shrank back, the muzzle of the gun still pointed at the place where the white man lay.
Hoke took advantage of Erica to attract the attention in front of him, quickly stood up and rushed to the pile of soil. He saw the exposed shoulders of the other person from a high position. While leaning back and sliding down, Hawke moved towards that Bian shot continuously.
The bearded man noticed the movement here, but before the muzzle of the gun could be turned around, gravel mixed with projectiles came towards him, and he could no longer hold the gun.
When he fell, he was unlucky enough to be hit by a shotgun blast in his mouth, the hardest part of his body, and his head seemed to turn into a rotten watermelon.
Hoke slipped from the gravel pile, ignoring the scratch on his back, and bent his waist to go around the two cars from the side.
The firing sound of the semi-automatic rifle became extremely sparse. To the ears of a veteran like Hawke, only one gun was left firing.
Hoke took a quick look and saw the stick that was shooting forward. The shotgun quickly reached out, aimed at that side and fired twice, then quickly retracted his body.
The stick fell down amidst the screams, and with the firing of Savage's shotgun, there was no sound.
Erica's crisp shout came over: "There is one person behind the car!"
Hoke shouted: "Man, we are the FBI, surrender, all your people are dead, we enter here There are more than a dozen colleagues searching the area, and in five minutes at most, a bunch of FBI will appear behind you."
The bald white man was hiding behind the front wheel of the pickup truck, half believing what Hawke said.
It is not difficult to judge from the gunshots that there were only two people on the other side, but they killed six of his men.
Obviously well trained.
The bald white man wanted to change his bunker. If the FBI really came over, he wouldn't hide anything.
Erica's gun moved and blew out a front tire of the pickup truck.
Hoke lay on the ground, aiming his 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 its chassis has also been upgraded, making it no less impressive than a pure off-road vehicle.
Hoke pretended to be talking to someone on the phone and said loudly: "The target is behind the pickup truck. You can see it when you come over. Don't worry about surviving, just kill him!"
The bald white man was worried about being attacked from both sides and kept looking back at the unprotected side.
Erica understood Hawke's words and fired again. The bullet hit the front of the car and the car body shook.
The bald head considered both sides, and in shock, one foot was exposed from the tire.
Hoke saw the black boot and shot immediately.
Fragments of black leather boots, mixed with pieces of flesh and bone, flew around.
The bald man couldn't squat and fell down.
Erica adjusted the angle and fired again. The Savage shotgun fired a bullet, and most of the palm of the bald head's right hand flew out together with the AR rifle.
Hoke got up and ran, turned to the back of the pickup truck, and aimed the shotgun at the bald head's chest.
He shouted: "Caught him!"
The bald man had half his legs and half his hands missing, and he looked miserable.
(End of this chapter)