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Chapter 7 Crocodile Hunting
"Fuck it!"

Several more people came out, carrying sticks and clubs.

Qin Ziwen thought of the ways to obtain cards that the Homestead had told him: one was to explore high-risk areas, and the other was to kill powerful beings in the current area.

I don't know if this crocodile can be considered a powerful life form in the current area.

In terms of physique, if it were to fight bare-handed in the river, even a dozen or twenty adult men would not be a match for it.

However, the crocodile's agility and stamina are affected on land.

"Walk."

Qin Ziwen took a step forward with the clothesline spear with the fruit knife tied to it, and his younger brother followed behind him, holding a wooden stick in his hand.

A quick glance revealed that there were at least a dozen men who stepped forward.

The bearded man said, "I'll throw the curtain over and cover the crocodile. It will definitely struggle. Then I'll figure out a way to entangle it with the curtain."

Qin Ziwen said, "I have an idea."

Hey there, bearded guy!

Qin Ziwen offered his suggestion: "If you just throw it over there, the curtain is too slippery. If the crocodile turns its head and runs away, it will be difficult for the curtain to entangle it. I think it would be better to tear some holes in the curtain so that when it runs away or struggles, its head and feet can more easily come out of the holes, just like a fishing net. The more it struggles, the tighter it gets entangled."

The bearded man's eyes lit up after hearing this, "Great! This sounds more reliable."

Qin Ziwen said, "I also have curtains at home, I'll go get mine."

The bearded man waved his hand, "No need for all that trouble, just use mine. The salesperson raved about how good their curtains were, and that they even protected against cats and dogs. I guess I'll give them a try."

After saying that, the older brother pulled out a boning knife and stabbed it into the curtain in his hand. The action was so fast and accurate that Qin Ziwen's eyes twitched.

Soon, the curtains were pried open with holes of various sizes, but how to get the crocodile to accurately put its head into the hole was another problem.

Qin Ziwu suggested, "Why don't we use sticks to prop it up and try to push its head as far into the hole as possible?"

Huang Tao said, "That seems like a good idea, but who will fill in?"

A group of people looked at each other.

The crocodile lay there, its limbs thicker than a person's waist, its eyes slightly narrowed. Although it was motionless, no one really thought of it as just a sculpture.

The sticks or clotheslines they carried were no more than two meters long, which was no safest thing in front of a five-meter-long crocodile.

The young man from the property management company, dressed in a white security uniform, said, "How about we throw it over there? If it hits, great; if not, we'll just go get another curtain."

Everyone agreed to the plan.

Qin Ziwu said softly, "Brother, I'll do it."

Qin Ziwen's eyes sharpened. "Stand at the back."

Qin Ziwu immediately stood obediently in place.

Old Deng put down the box containing the fishing rods, asked his wife to help him carry it, and then rolled up his sleeves and went forward.

His wife asked worriedly, "Are you going?"

Old Deng laughed heartily, "Other young men dare to go, why should I just watch from the sidelines? I've never eaten such a big fish before, I'll get some crocodile meat for you and your mother."

Old Deng asked Old Liu beside him, "Want to come along?"

Old Liu cautiously shook his head, "Forget it, you guys do it."

Qin Ziwu, who had been staring at his older brother, felt two pokes in his waist. He turned around and the girl behind him teased, "Your brother looks so serious. Are you afraid of him?"

Qin Ziwu recognized that this was Brother Deng's daughter and said disdainfully, "You talk as if you're not afraid of your father."

"Pshaw, I'm not afraid of my dad."

"I'm scared, I'm scared something will happen to my brother."

After Qin Ziwu finished speaking, he turned around, stared at his elder brother's back, gripped the stick in his hand, and prepared to step forward.

The girl blinked, watching Qin Ziwu's retreating figure. She wanted to continue chatting with him, but her mother patted her on the shoulder and said, "You talk too much. Your dad and the others are doing serious business. Be quiet."

"Oh"

Old Liu's son seized the opportunity to come over and say, "Yingying, I think it's too dangerous to go hunt crocodiles."

The girl wrinkled her nose. "Don't talk."

"Brother Deng, you're here too?"

Qin Ziwen looked at Lao Deng beside him in surprise. Lao Deng raised an eyebrow and said, "Who do you think you are? I was a soldier too, you know."

Each of the six people grabbed a corner of the curtain, stood on the ladder, and took two steps forward.

As Qin Ziwen got closer to the crocodile, he heard the breathing of the people around him becoming increasingly heavy.

Let alone others, even his own hands were getting a little sore. People who haven't had unrestricted close encounters with large wild animals can't understand this feeling.

The crocodile's tail suddenly twitched.

"Bang."

The guy on the far left, wearing a security guard uniform, suddenly felt his legs go weak and almost fell to the ground. He managed to stay upright by bracing himself with his left hand.

The sudden commotion immediately attracted the crocodile's attention.

The crocodile opened its cold eyes, its vertical pupils devoid of any emotion, and turned its head to stare intently at the six humans who dared to approach.

The crowd gathered on the ladder behind them erupted in uproar.

"Dong dong dong."

The crocodile suddenly jerked.

With its powerful limbs bursting forth at incredible speed, it charged toward the fallen security guard.

"Throw it away quickly!"

The bearded man shouted.

The crowd threw the curtains they were holding, but because one corner was being held by the fallen security guard, they couldn't throw them very far.

The charging crocodile crashed headfirst into the curtains, its head and most of its body being obscured by the curtains.

But it didn't slow down at all and crashed headfirst into the security guard.

The security guard's thigh was pinned down by its claws, and he screamed in terror, "Help! Help!"

The bearded man grabbed the security guard by the back of his collar, trying to pull him back.

But the crocodile sensed that its prey was trying to escape and instinctively hooked it with its claws.

Others' sticks rained down on the crocodile's back.

"what!!!"

In the distance, a group of onlookers exclaimed in alarm, "That crocodile's screams are so pitiful!"

"You misheard, it was the security guard who was calling."

The crocodile's claws were so sharp that they sank deep into the security guard's thigh like hooks.

The crocodile, after being attacked, let out a furious growl, like a roaring engine.

Its thick tail swept incessantly, making a swishing sound as it rubbed against the ground.

Qin Ziwen gripped the clothes rack tightly with both hands and thrust it towards the side of the crocodile's head below the curtains!
He aimed for the eye, but instead struck a hard spot, like tough leather, making it difficult to penetrate.

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous force came from the other end of the clothes rack, causing him to stumble backward.

The crocodile charged towards Qin Ziwen.

A furious shout came from behind, "Get out of the way!"

A dark figure leaped from the diagonal rear, swinging a long staff in a semi-circle.

"Snapped!"

The thick wooden stick snapped in two with a loud crack.

But the crocodile that was charging forward also stopped in place.

That solid blow stunned it completely.

"Take it down!" A burly man wielding a fire axe rushed out from behind the crocodile, the axe slamming heavily into the curtains covering the crocodile.

"Ow~"

The crocodile under the curtains let out a mournful howl, its tail shooting out a blur behind it.

"Oh!"

A muffled thud, like a heavy hammer hitting a tattered sack.

The burly man wielding the fire axe didn't even have time to react before he was suddenly thrown off the ground and sent flying backwards!

He flew three or four meters before crashing to the ground like a lump of mud, his lower leg twisted irregularly. Anyone with eyes could see that his lower leg was broken.

The scene fell into deathly silence.

The previously heated atmosphere was suddenly dampened.

(End of this chapter)