The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 122: Two vs. Seven, the results can be checked
In the sparse woods, Hawke, carrying a large bag, squatted on the ground, checking for traces.

The leaves and weeds on the ground were trampled into pieces, and there were some dark hairs and dried black blood scattered around.

Erica, who was also carrying a large bag behind her and holding a Savage shotgun, looked around vigilantly.

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

"A small wild boar." He used a branch to point at the hoof prints and the dirt he had dug up, as well as the claw marks on the dirt. "It was ambushed by a cat. Judging from the size of the claw marks, it's more likely to be from a mountain lion."

Erica came over to take a look and said, "Cougar is not bad either."

Hawke stood up, threw away the branch, took the Remington shotgun, followed the traces on the ground, and walked northeast: "This way, if we are lucky, we can hunt a mountain lion today."

"Can Jeffrey City make specimens?" Erica, the woman, was always talking to Hawkla: "I have a big villa in Silver Lake. It's quite spacious inside. It can be transformed into a large exhibition room."

She emphasized her tone a little: "The exhibition room has been renovated. It will display the specimens of prey that we hunted together."

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

Erica gritted her teeth and said, "I have never lived in that villa. I have to stay at home at least four days a week, and spend at least one day on the weekend with my grandparents."

"Shh..." Hawke raised his finger to signal her not to speak, then walked forward quietly and pushed aside the bushes.

Erica also smelled the strange smell, and held the shotgun with both hands, becoming more alert.

It was a small white-tailed deer that had been devoured of its entrails and most of its meat, with the rest of its body rotting.

Erica looked at it carefully and said, "At least a week."

"We've entered its hunting area." Hawke took out the recorder, put it on his body, and started filming.

The two stopped talking and continued walking forward following the traces on the ground.

The terrain became increasingly uneven. Although the hills were not very high and the trees and vegetation were not very dense, there was no road on the ground at all.

Arriving at the highest hill, Hawke climbed to the top, picked up the telescope and looked ahead.

Erica also climbed up and asked, "Did you find anything?"

"Look over there." Hawke handed her the telescope and pointed to the northeast. "In the farthest distance, you can vaguely see a dome building. That is the boundary of the Indian reservation."

Erica saw that the building was almost at the end of the telescope's field of view. After a rough estimate, the straight-line distance was more than three kilometers, but the terrain in the middle was undulating, so the actual walking distance might be more than twice that.

“You can’t enter the reserve without an invitation,” she said. “We’ll go there and come back if we don’t find anything.”

Hawke got down from the stone: "Let's go."

Initially, the two men lost track of the trail, but not long after they came down, they discovered the rotten carcasses of animals that had been eaten.

Mountain lions, North America's top predator, rarely eat rotten food when fresh food is available.

Further ahead, Hawke discovered carnivore feces.

The terrain gradually became flatter, and the wind blew from the northeast. Erica whispered, "Do you smell it?"

Hawke nodded slightly: "A rotten smell."

Erica picked up her shotgun and stood behind Hawk.

Hawke walked forward for a long distance and found that the terrain was completely flat and the woods became sparse, with often only one tree at a distance.

He stopped in front of a thick birch tree with scratches all over it, obviously left by a cat sharpening its claws.

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

A large piece of gnawed ribs lay on the weeds, and behind the weeds were a lot of messy piles of earth and rocks.

The scattered area is very large, occupying an area of ​​dozens of meters, close to the uphill side of another small hill, as if a mudslide had occurred before and caused the collapse.

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

Erica is a police officer. Seeing that there is nothing unusual around her, she wants to go forward to check and reminds Hawke: "Is the recorder turned on?"

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

"Take a picture of me." Erica raised the muzzle of the gun slightly and walked forward carefully.

Hawke followed.

Arriving at the bushes, Erica looked at the bones carefully without touching them and said, "These are human bones."

Hawke pointed at the flesh that was almost rotten and said, "He's been dead for a while."

"More than half a month." Erica walked forward and found thigh bones and paws behind a pile of rocks. The flesh on them had been eaten away.

A gust of wind blew over, and Hawke smelled a rotten odor again, not from the bones under his feet.

He walked over there with his gun in hand and saw another corpse.

"This way." Hawke gestured.

Erica hurried over and found that the body was missing two legs and an arm, its internal organs had been hollowed out, its face had been bitten off, and its dark hair was tied into a braid behind its head.

Hawke frowned, "A mountain lion attacked two people in a short period of time?"

Erica turned around and said, "I have a satellite phone in my bag. Call the police first."

Hawke pulled out his satellite phone and pointed at the braid: "Looks like an Indian."

This place is not far from the reserve.

"The local police can't do anything about Indians." Erica understood the process and called the FBI directly. After the call was connected, she said, "Jane, it's me, Erica. I was hunting in the mountains northeast of Jeffrey City, near the reservation, and I came across two bodies eaten by animals. One of them was most likely an Indian..."

She glanced at her GPS watch and said, "Please write down the coordinates."

After the call was over, Erica was about to speak, but Hawke made a gesture to silence her, pointed to the distance, and lowered his voice: "It sounds like there is 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 to clean up the little traces left by the two men, then followed Erica and hid among the piles of earth and rocks.

As soon as the two men hid themselves, the roar of the off-road vehicle could be clearly heard.

In the wild, people are often the most dangerous.

Hawke hid behind a pile of rubble and rubble, peeking out as a dirty black SUV and a pickup truck drove over.

The style of the black SUV in front looked familiar. When Hawke got closer, he saw the name "Jaguar Excavation Company".

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

This might be troublesome today.

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

Hawke took off the recorder and placed it behind some rocks, leaving enough space between them for him to constantly adjust the shooting angle.

The off-road vehicle drove along the flat area towards the large pile of mud and rocks.

Hawke and Erica prepared for the worst and grabbed their guns.

The black SUV stopped and four men in black security uniforms got out.

One of them, a bearded Korean, waved at the pickup truck behind him and asked it to drive over.

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

The pickup truck's engine was getting louder, roaring towards them.

Three people got off the car, two of them were white men Hawke had met in the restaurant last night, and the other was a bald white man who was older, who asked people to get into the truck and move things.

Two bodies were thrown out of the truck by them.

The bodies all had dark braided hair, clearly Indian.

The bald white man smiled and said, "Our little cat has fresh food to eat again."

Bangzi, who has a tattoo on his neck, continued: "The environmental protection organization should give us a big award. We feed the whole cat family."

"These bastards, have you forgotten how their ancestors were scalped by us?" The blond white man kicked the corpse fiercely: "You dare to stop us, you have lived enough."

The bald white man urged, “Okay, take care of it quickly and go back to collect your bonus.”

They did these things more than once or twice, and even the people being fed developed a habit of it. When they heard the sound of a car engine, instead of hiding, they came out to enjoy the snacks.

At the same moment, two little mountain lions curiously poked their heads out from a hole in the rocks.

An adult female mountain lion came running at full speed from the other side of the hill.

The big cat was agile and ran almost silently. After a few leaps among the piles of earth and rocks, it had already approached the cave.

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

True to its nature, the mountain lion pounced directly at Hawke and Erica.

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

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

He quickly turned the muzzle of the shotgun and pulled the trigger without even having time to aim.

Gunshots rang out!

Under the gun, all beings are equal. The mountain lion's chest was torn by the shotgun, and blood spurted out.

At the same time, Erica, sensing the danger, also turned around, but the Savage shotgun was too long and she was a little slow.

Another gunshot rang out, and the bullet lodged in the mountain lion's neck.

The mountain lion landed on the gravel and dirt with no chance of getting up again.

Although Hawke and Erica had just escaped from danger, the good habits they developed from daily training allowed them to immediately change positions, each hiding behind a pile of earth and rocks, and simultaneously throwing away the bags on their backs.

Bang bang bang!
The sound of gunfire from a semi-automatic AR15 rang out, and more than a dozen bullets hit the area near where Hawke and Erica had been hiding.

Just as the shotgun blast went off, the three guys holding AR rifles quickly determined the source of the sound, and without any unnecessary nonsense or action, they fired a volley of bullets.

The rest of the people ran to the side of the car, took out their rifles and ammunition, and looked for hiding places. When the three men's magazines were empty, they started another round of suppressing shooting.

These people were experienced. They hid behind rocks or behind the front engine of the car, raised their rifles above their heads and fired indiscriminately at the rocks.

The bald white man leaned against the front wheel of the pickup truck with a vicious look on his face.

The dumping of the body must have been seen by someone, and this matter cannot be resolved peacefully.

He made a horizontal gesture to the people hiding behind the car, indicating that no one should be left alive.

The bearded man who followed him said, "They are hiding."

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

There was a certain tacit understanding among the team. Although they stopped shooting, they were all prepared to shoot again.

The bald white man raised his voice and shouted: "Hey, we don't know you, we just happened to meet you, you are not the enemy! So, let's stop shooting and leave quickly."

"Okay!" Hawke shouted.

The bald white man shouted, "I'll count to 1, 2, 3, and we all step back."

"one two Three!"

Hawke picked up a rock and threw it at another pile of rocks.

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

Hawke pointed at himself, nodded slightly to Erica, raised the muzzle of the gun, pointed it diagonally toward the sky, fired three shots in a row, and then shrank his body completely.

There was a loud sound from the shotgun blast, and a few people vaguely determined the location and stretched out their guns to shoot.

The gunshots rang out like firecrackers.

Hawke felt the pile of earth and rocks where he was hiding shake.

Amidst the random gunfire, Erica locked onto a target's arm with her gun and immediately opened fire.

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

Erica was not greedy. She immediately shrank back and moved to a place nearby that she had already chosen.

The shotgun in Hawke's hand was not suitable for long-range shooting, so he refilled the magazine and said, "You suppress the enemy from the front, and I'll go around from the side, just like when we practice shooting."

Erica raised her rifle again, pointed the muzzle at the injured man wailing on the ground, and waited for rescuers to appear.

The tattooed man's arm artery was severed and blood was gushing out. His nerves had already reacted and he was howling in pain.

A nearby stickman shouted at him, "Bundle the wound with your belt!"

But the tattooed man couldn't do that at all.

No one dared to run to the open area to rescue people.

"Fuck!" The bald white man was very angry and said to the bearded guy, "I will lead the team to attract their attention from the front, and you lead two people to go around from the side."

The bearded man reached out and pointed at the other two white men.

The bald white man yelled, "Fire!"

He and the other two raised their guns above their heads at the same time and fired blindly at the pile of earth and rocks.

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

Hawke was crouching in the pile of earth and rocks, also walking around.

When the dense gunfire rang out, he quickly stopped and hid behind a pile of earth. He found two very small mountain lion cubs lying in a cave made of rocks on the other side.

The gunshots scared them so much that they lay on the ground, trembling and pissing and shitting.

Hawke grabbed one by the scruff of the neck and threw it forward.

The cub fell to the ground and struggled desperately to run away, making the stones and soil rustle loudly.

The two white men who came around opened fire as soon as they heard the noise.

The continuous gunshots allowed Hawke to determine their location. He exerted force on his feet and rushed out like a rabbit.

Before he saw the human figure, he stretched out his shotgun and fired repeatedly at the determined location.

Amid the roar of gunfire, Hawk emptied the magazine as quickly as possible.

Then he drew back to reload.

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard twice.

The two white men's chests and shoulders were covered in blood and they fell to the ground, twitching reflexively.

boom!
The Savage shotgun rang out again.

Maybe Erica hit a stick, and the stick screamed and even shouted in its native language.

The bearded man hid behind a pile of mud. Death was right in front of him, and even his hands were shaking.

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

On the other side, gunshots rang out again.

The bearded man began to retreat, and he shrank his body and moved back, with the muzzle of his gun still pointing at where the white man was lying.

While Erica was attracting attention in front of him, Hawke quickly stood up and rushed to a pile of dirt. From his high vantage point, he saw the exposed shoulder of another person. While sliding backward, he fired continuously in that direction.

The bearded man noticed the movement here, and before he could turn the muzzle of his gun, gravel mixed with bullets flew towards him, and he could no longer hold the gun.

When he fell down, he was unfortunately hit by a shotgun bullet in the mouth, the hardest part of his body, and his head seemed to have turned into a rotten watermelon.

Hawke slid down the gravel pile, ignoring the pain on his back, and crouched down to go around the two cars from the side.

The sounds of firing from the semi-automatic rifle became extremely sparse, and to an old hand like Hawke, it sounded like only one gun was firing.

Hawke took a quick look and saw the stick shooting forward. He quickly thrust out his shotgun, fired two shots in that direction, and then quickly retracted his body.

Bangzi fell to the ground with a scream, and then fell silent as Savage's shotgun fired.

Erica's clear voice came over: "There's a person behind the car!"

Hawke shouted, "Man, we are the FBI, surrender. All your people are dead. There are more than a dozen of us searching the area. 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, skeptical of Hawke's words.

It was 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 wants to change his cover, but if the FBI really comes, he will be exposed.

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

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

The pickup truck can be driven to such a place because it has not only been modified, but its chassis has also been raised, making it no less capable than a pure off-road vehicle.

Hawke pretended to be talking to someone and shouted, "The target is behind the pickup truck. You can see him when you come over. Don't worry about leaving him alive. Just shoot him!"

The bald white man was worried about being attacked from both sides, and kept looking back at the exposed side.

Erica understood what Hawke said and fired again. The bullet hit the front of the car, causing the car to vibrate and shake.

The bald man took both sides into consideration, and due to the vibration, one of his feet emerged from the tire.

Hawke saw the black boot and shot immediately.

Fragments of black leather boots, mixed with blood, flesh and bones, flew everywhere.

The bald man couldn't squat anymore and fell down.

Erica adjusted the angle and fired again. The bullet shot out from the Savage shotgun, and most of the bald man's right palm flew out along with the AR rifle.

Hawke stood up and ran to the back of the pickup truck, aiming his shotgun at the bald man's chest.

He shouted, "Got him!"

The bald man had half of his foot and half of his hand missing, and looked very miserable.

(End of this chapter)