Infinite Hunter

I heard it was a few predatory fish, like the white sturgeon, but the ten-plus-meter-long white sturgeon is truly a mutation, and the other species have also grown larger or become faster—I heard there's even a monster-sized predatory freshwater fish appearing in Africa's Congo River...

Arudimurra's injuries weren't serious—a terrifying-looking wing had been bitten into a bloody hole, but that wasn't a big deal for such a massive beast. The monster simply cleaned the wound, applied ointment, and then applied a large Band-Aid, and it was fine. But within the station, it couldn't wander freely, confined to designated areas, and even then, it had to be accompanied by Cheng Yijiu.

That day, a sea of ​​tourists surrounded Cheng Yijiu and Arudimuara. If the scorpion lion didn't enjoy the hustle and bustle, Cheng Yijiu would have a hard time dealing with it if it went crazy. This beast was highly intelligent, able to discern the surprise and admiration in the eyes of the tourists. This was the legendary, incredibly powerful "man-eating beast."

Chapter Six

Arudimuala has started growing horns. I discovered this during treatment. Perhaps this is a sign of the manticore's coming of age? The horns resemble the spiral horns of an argali, as Arudimuala himself described them. Their combat effectiveness is negligible, and they can only be used as ornaments. If anything, can these bony horns protect the temples?

The scorpion lion with goat horns, a face similar to a combination of humans and lions, and a lion's mane is indeed extremely rare. Tourists on this day are lucky - Arudimurra even allowed some people to touch his mane.

In the end, Cheng Yijiu flew back on the scorpion lion. The weather was not good recently and the adventure team decided not to go out for exploration and hunting for the time being - the armored bear that Cheng Yijiu had killed before was one of the reasons. There seemed to be more and more mutant creatures of this kind, and everyone felt it necessary to upgrade and replace the stuff in their hands. If they encountered such an armored bear with their previous weapons and skills, they would not be sure to survive and kill the opponent like this monitor.

Major manufacturers have long been developing new ammunition and weapons. Nature's counterattack is impressive, with many newly discovered natural areas being inhospitable to radio waves, and certainly not to modern weapons either—unprotected circuits break down quickly unless they undergo specialized treatment. Modern weapons, including tanks and fighter jets, can fly, but their effectiveness isn't great.

Insects that gnaw on certain metals naturally have a strong interest in tank armor—the key is that they can mutate to become resistant to attack and insecticides. While insects alone are a minor concern, fungi and bacteria are truly invincible. The deeper a tank penetrates into these dense forests or wilderness, the more its armor corrodes—resulting in a honeycomb-like pattern of holes. Conversely, the less technologically advanced hulls are more resistant to corrosion.

This is very idealistic...but it is not something Cheng Yijiu can control.

Back at his base, there was only one adventure group still there, and the doctors and nurses had also arrived—they would be Cheng Yijiu's neighbors for the next month, as they were on a rotational basis. The adventure group, due to the weather, planned to wait for better weather before returning, as they had gained quite a bit this time—of course, there was a fee for living here, but the payment wasn't paid to Cheng Yijiu, but rather directly to the administrative bureau's subordinates in charge of the tertiary industry.

This is actually a hotel, with hotel robots and a few staff providing room cleaning services—the staff has arrived now, and they're also on a rotational basis. With the exception of Cheng Yijiu, everyone else is on a rotational basis, and the pay is quite high. The risk you're taking demands a commensurate pay. It's not like an adventure group can't make money; an unprofitable group would naturally disband.

These people could afford the high fees—in fact, many citizens could afford it, too—but they were usually not allowed here. To come here, apart from registered adventure groups and staff, the only way to get here was to apply for a pass from the administration, but the chances of approval were very low. So far, Cheng Yijiu hadn't received a single tourist.

Maybe we will relax a little in the future, but let's forget about it now. After all, the nearby forest area has not been fully investigated, some dangerous creatures have not yet been installed with positioning systems, and the number of infrared cameras installed in the jungle is too few to form a tight network.

For example, what is certain here is that there are definitely tigers, and they are mutant tigers. It is too dangerous for tourists. Staying in the camp is the safest, but you can't always tell if you will be ambushed on the way - after all, the patrol route actually passes through the forest and water network.

"The mission is about to begin. Let me see... the most dangerous prey? Ha! I've killed extremely dangerous prey before! This time I'm allowed to carry weapons up to semi-automatic rifles? Not bad." Cheng Yijiu entered the cabin with great interest and began to choose weapons - still a Winchester rifle, firing a special .30 series Magnum rifle bullet, and then the pistol is the classic .357 Python six-inch. In fact, there is also an insidious self-defense gun, the Derringer double-barreled palm grenade, which fires .22 Winchester Magnum rifle bullets.

This gun, incredibly powerful at close range, was handcrafted by him, using a high-strength alloy barrel and body, with carved patterns on the surface. The small handle was inlaid with mother-of-pearl, creating a gorgeous luster. It could be said to be a work of art. Cheng Yijiu used this thing just for fun, not to save his life.

His clothing wasn't camouflage hunting attire at all, but a classic hunting jacket, specifically chosen in khaki. He topped it off with a plaid cap. "This is a bit of a retro trend. Let's go see what this so-called most dangerous prey is like." He was stuffing his pockets with everything from a pocket watch to snuff, even a wallet and money. Of course, he also brought his leather ammunition box, with three types of bullets neatly arranged in their respective categories.

Cheng Yijiu tucked the rifle under his left armpit, put his left hand in his pocket, pushed open the door with his right hand and walked out.

As he expected, the beautiful mountain forest before him was the perfect backdrop of autumn's crisp, clear skies. "Judging from the variety of plants here, this must be the intersection of the subtropical and temperate zones," Cheng Yijiu thought. "The most dangerous prey in this environment is probably a tiger." What else could it be? Big cats and large bears, nothing else. Cheng Yijiu strolled casually through the woods, like a big cat patrolling its territory.

"The most dangerous prey... well... I'm somewhat confident." Cheng Yijiu stood on the hilltop, holding up a telescope and observing the stream in the valley below. He could see several people walking in the valley, wearing conspicuous life vests. They looked like they were from the Forestry Bureau. "I understand. They're just asking me to hunt humans... It wouldn't be from the Forestry Bureau, so they're probably poachers."

It's really hard to say. It's possible that some people from the Forestry Bureau and the villagers are colluding with poachers. Cheng Yijiu will have to wait and see what happens. There's a good chance there will be a forest hunting war—"I just figured it out and thought we'd be playing shipwreck victims on an island." This reminded Cheng Yijiu of a famous novel, about the Russian general in the book. Cheng Yijiu thought he could fight back.

The general also relied primarily on hounds and better weapons for hunting, so Cheng Yijiu thought it was better to forget about his skills. He was a typical 19th-century hunter, leisurely aiming and firing with the assistance of various servants. If he were to hunt a man-eating tiger, he would most likely fail.

Chapter VII

Due to time constraints, the Damascus hunting knife Cheng Yijiu had ordered, hand-forged by the swordsmith Elijah, hadn't arrived yet and couldn't be used. Instead, he resorted to a Damascus Rambo knife he had forged himself. He used the not-so-good Rambo knife to cut through the branches blocking his path while following the forest rangers below. He was practically at the top of the mountain, while the others were in the valley or halfway up the mountain.

The straight-line distance between the two sides ranged from approximately 300 to 1,000 meters. Without a telescope, it would have been difficult for Cheng Yijiu to track them. Even with a telescope, an average person wouldn't be able to keep up, and in the dense forest, they would lose sight of them after a distance of 100 meters. However, Cheng Yijiu relied not only on his exceptional vision—it must be said that human vision is exceptionally powerful among mammals, capable of distinguishing more colors and zooming, far more acute than that of most carnivores.

But Cheng Yijiu could still rely on his sense of smell. The wind was blowing up from the valley, and Cheng Yijiu could smell human presence even if he was a little behind. Unlike animals, the characteristics were quite distinct. The same was true for hearing. In the forest, smell and hearing were more useful than vision, and Cheng Yijiu acted a little carelessly because of this. He was not worried at all that modern humans could hear his movements in the forest, and as for smelling his breath, that was even more ridiculous.

As for seeing him? Those people definitely couldn't have his keen vision. "They're collecting infrared camera data and replacing damaged ones. Oh, and solar panels too." Cheng Yijiu sniffed the air and circled the trees near the top of the mountain. "There are at least bears and leopards here... maybe tigers? They're big cats, after all. Damn, this cat urine smell is insane."

As for the other animals, there were traces of wild boars rubbing their bodies against tree trunks, and there were countless hairs left by deer as they crossed the bushes. This place was a complete ecosystem. Cheng Yijiu also heard fragments of the people's conversation below. "Yo, that sounds like Shanxi?" Cheng Yijiu was sure because he saw the brown pheasant - an animal unique to China, and its main distribution area is in Shanxi.

"Those are the North China leopards and black bears. It's strange that there are so few brown bears in the vast inland area. Logically speaking, given the brown bear's diet and adaptability, it should be distributed throughout China, but it was left to the black bears." Cheng Yijiu muttered to himself. The bears distributed here must be black bears, and the cats are most likely the North China leopards. As for the South China tiger, it should be extinct in the wild. Now Cheng Yijiu picked up a small ball of hair from a branch in the bushes.

He looked at the blue-gray fur and was puzzled. "This is undoubtedly the fur of a large cat, but... could it be that the blue-black tiger is not extinct?" He didn't think so. It would be simpler to say that the North China leopard has a hair mutation. Looking at the footprints on the ground, Cheng Yijiu was certain of one thing. "There really are tigers living there!"

This tiger is even a blue-black tiger, and it is likely another tiger population that can stably inherit its coat color and pattern - because this blue-black tiger has been recorded in China since ancient times.

But now wasn't the time to focus on the tiger; the focus was on the hunting target. After following these rangers for two days—Cheng Yijiu had always slept in the trees—he knew they were heading back. Although he hadn't seen the video footage they collected, Cheng Yijiu had already spotted several small and medium-sized cats and other mammals in the area, making them likely poachers' targets.

There are also animals from the marten and civet families here, and poachers will definitely hunt them for their fur.

"Maybe I should wait a little." The forest rangers came out of the forest. Cheng Yijiu stood on the ridge and looked at their backs. He had a feeling that some of these people might have ulterior motives. While patrolling the forest, they were probably also recording the locations where certain animals appeared... Cheng Yijiu climbed up the mountain and observed the surroundings with a telescope. If he wanted to enter this protected area, there were not many routes.

It's not that humans can't cross the mountains, but if you cross the mountains with your prey after entering, it would be suicidal. So under normal circumstances, there should be only a few roads in and out of the reserve, and the one Cheng Yijiu is currently waiting for is the most likely one.

Poachers look for high-value prey—small and medium-sized cats, not wild boars, and a few small deer species. Poachers who hunt simply for their own pleasure are rare, or who capture pangolins or birds of prey to sell to game dealers.

And Cheng Yijiu did indeed catch his prey—six poachers appeared in his field of vision one after another. Crouching in the hollow of the ridge, Cheng Yijiu slowly peered through a small telescope in his right hand, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Not very good equipment." He saw mostly old Tiger Head and Eagle brand hunting rifles, but two of them were carrying what appeared to be some kind of bolt-action rifle, judging by the caliber, a Mosin-Nagant—well, smuggling good guns into the United States wasn't easy.

"Bullying the weak? Are these people really the most dangerous prey?" Cheng Yijiu felt something was amiss. After entering the mountain, these people split into two groups. Cheng Yijiu flexed his fingers and zeroed in on one of them—he relied mainly on looks, so whoever looked the most aggressive was prioritized. "They brought over a dozen dogs, which makes me even more convinced they're colluding." Cheng Yijiu was convinced.

A hunter dressed in early 20th century clothes adjusted his baseball cap and began to move from the side of the ridge. He was going to a suitable position for interception. The distance was now two kilometers, and he estimated that he would be able to engage the enemy in half an hour.

Cheng Yijiu moved through the mountains like a tiger strolling leisurely, his speed was very fast, and the opponent walking along the mountain road with a dog could not be as fast as him, so Cheng Yijiu had a lot of room to choose a suitable sniper location. Cheng Yijiu stopped at a hilltop, carefully swept away the grass, took out a thick canvas from his bag, spread it on the ground, and then lay on it ready - otherwise, if he lay down directly, wouldn't his worsted wool hunting jacket be dirty?

As a gentleman, this wouldn't be allowed, so he had to lay out the cloth first. Cheng Yijiu then simply took aim—his gun, of course, was equipped with a white light, so he prepared to begin his work from a distance of about 300 meters. "One shot, one shot, you're dead. Just two shots, both of you! Oh, and one more shot and we're done!" Cheng Yijiu chuckled, very relaxedly trapping the leading poacher within the crosshairs...

chapter eight

Cheng Yijiu had chosen a target with a good gun, so his only concern was whether to open fire now. "Wait until they get closer? That way, even if I have to chase them, it'll take less time. It'll force them to get deeper into the area, so they won't be able to escape so quickly," Cheng Yijiu thought. So, he patiently waited another twenty minutes—a rather unbearable wait, especially considering their seemingly clumsy mountaineering skills.

After finally closing the distance to over a hundred meters straight, Cheng Yijiu had his rifle trained on a target. He set the crosshairs—wind speed wasn't a concern at this distance; it wasn't a force 17 typhoon. He held his breath and gently pulled the trigger. The highly accurate bolt-action rifle jolted slightly, and Cheng Yijiu absorbed the recoil with his shoulders—his hunting jacket had leather stitching at the shoulders and elbows for cushioning and wear resistance.

The sight through the eyepiece was crystal clear: the target's skull had exploded like a rotten watermelon—the lead bullet had penetrated from the front of his forehead, practically blowing the entire back of his head off. Cheng Yijiu's heartbeat didn't even quicken. He simply pulled the bolt with his right hand, unloaded the shell, adjusted the muzzle slightly, and then pulled the trigger—for the second time. "Is this also a target? It's hardly the most dangerous prey," Cheng Yijiu whispered softly, and the poacher in the eyepiece stumbled and fell to the ground.

Cheng Yijiu aimed at his chest to ensure a hit, and since the man didn't have a bulletproof vest after being hit by the lead bullet, he was basically dead - the bullet that bloomed like a flower would crush the lungs and heart in his chest cavity into a mess, and there was a high probability that he could not be saved even with immediate rescue.

The interval between the two shots was very short, so even now, the last guy still hadn't fully understood the situation. After Cheng Yijiu pulled the bolt and loaded the gun, he finally reacted and immediately turned and ran away - the stupidest choice. Cheng Yijiu sneered and took his time to aim. He even tracked the man through the eyepiece and waited for a while, using the man's panicked run to entertain himself a little.

After a moment of euphoria, Cheng Yijiu pulled the trigger for the third time. He could practically see the bullet flying, like a subjective image in a game, piercing the unfortunate man from behind. The third man also fell heavily to the ground, and Cheng Yijiu stood up calmly, patted the canvas, folded it, and put it in his backpack, then walked down the mountain, following the natural undulations.

Cheng Yijiu moved very quickly. He came to the first corpse he shot like a nimble antelope. Cheng Yijiu did not think about getting any trophies from the corpse. He just looked at the man's ordinary face. Then he turned his gaze to the second unlucky guy three meters away - his breath was weak but not dead yet. It seemed that he was lucky enough. The bullet did not hit the heart, but only shattered the lungs.

"He's dead! He'll bleed to death soon, even before he suffocates on his own blood." Cheng Yijiu had seen enough deaths to be confident in his judgment—so he pulled out his Python revolver, aimed it at the man's head, and fired a single shot. The third poacher was in a better situation. Before Cheng Yijiu arrived, he had even managed to crawl about ten meters, roll over, and lean against a tree, even grabbing his gun in an attempt to defend himself.

Unfortunately, the man's eyes were blurry from the massive blood loss, and he could lose consciousness at any moment. Even with a hunting rifle, he couldn't protect himself. Cheng Yijiu approached the man from the side and rear with a simple, deft movement. He then pulled out his Rambo knife and skillfully cut the man's throat.

After slicing the hunting knife back into its sheath after a few cuts on his fingers, Cheng Yijiu straightened his clothes and headed in another direction. There were three other people there, and now there was no telling if they would hear the gunshots and run away.

Cheng Yijiu moved swiftly through the forest. The two groups were on opposite sides of a triangle, so the distance must have been at least a kilometer. This would have taken Cheng Yijiu just a dozen minutes. Sure enough, he soon discovered their traces—footprints, broken branches, cigarette butts... What kind of public morality could poachers expect from them?

"They're definitely fleeing," Cheng Yijiu observed the traces on the ground. "They're in a panic, maybe even called the police." It would take at least two hours for these people to escape, and Cheng Yijiu hadn't shot the hounds beforehand—in a forest with medium to large cats, a mere ten or so hounds wouldn't be able to survive. Indeed, Cheng Yijiu had untied the hounds, so of course they wouldn't dare attack him.

The three fleeing men also released the hounds—otherwise, they would be a burden. They had no intention of letting the dogs attack anyone because they had only heard gunshots, which was different from the agreement they had made when they came in. Besides, since they couldn't get through on the phone, they decided to run first. The hounds were trained to return to their owners even if released, so they only needed to retreat from the forest, hide their guns outside, and then leave when the dogs returned.

Cheng Yijiu could already see three vague figures, and the dogs running around them were barking, some turning around and trying to pounce on him. The three people looked back frequently, but couldn't see Cheng Yijiu—it would be a joke if they could see him. Cheng Yijiu was over 200 meters away, and with their eyesight, it was difficult to see him at all. Cheng Yijiu had no choice but to take action, even though he didn't really want to kill the dogs.

These hunting dogs were a prohibited breed in the city, and most were Dogo Argentinos, a very ferocious breed. So Cheng Yijiu treated them to a taste of the Python's .357 Magnum ammunition. Each shot blew a dog's head apart, a truly exhilarating experience. Of course, the three people in front were truly terrified, and instead of turning around to help the dogs, they frantically ran away. As Cheng Yijiu dealt with these fierce dogs, the three fell and sprained their ankles one after another...

Guns kill dogs, but the pistol only had four bullets. Cheng Yijiu's drawn hunting knife was the real weapon for killing those Dogo Argentinos. Holding the gun in his left hand and the knife in his right, Cheng Yijiu, a master of cold weapon combat, could easily time his attack with distance. A leaping Dogo Argentino would be pierced through the head and throat by the hunting knife, effectively killing it. Soon, after Cheng Yijiu had killed seven Dogo Argentinos, they whimpered and fled.

Those three guys had a pretty bad fall. Not only did they sprain their ankles, but the mess on the ground could also cause damage. Cheng Yijiu didn't rush over. From a distance, he could see that the worst-hit guy had a leg twisted and deformed...

Chapter nine

Killing these Dogo Argentinos was easy. Cheng Yijiu, holding his hunting knife in a reverse grip, needed only a well-timed thrust to snuff them out. Special forces soldiers typically used a forward grip on their hunting knives in hand-to-hand combat, but truly formidable experts almost always used a reverse grip—like Cheng Yijiu. His thrusts were incredibly fast and precise, exceeding the ability of ordinary humans to react, block, or dodge. Once he'd slayed the dogs, the three unfortunate souls were within his grasp.

"To say they're the most dangerous prey is an insult to both prey and danger." Cheng Yijiu pulled out his Magnum bullets and began reloading the Python revolver—he didn't care at all about the shell casings left behind at the scene. While those three guys had limited mobility, they were all armed with rifles and capable of fighting back, so Cheng Yijiu still had to be cautious. For example, slashing their necks wasn't a good idea, and using a pistol at close to medium range was also quite dangerous.

So he settled the matter with his rifle from a distance of a hundred meters—he had two bullets left, so he shot one, then another, killing two in just two shots. As for the last one, Cheng Yijiu calmly loaded five rounds into the Winchester's magazine with a clip. The guy was already letting out a desperate boar roar, but it was no use—Cheng Yijiu, still in a place he couldn't see clearly, calmly aimed his gun, and shot him in the head.

"That's six poachers killed—they died before they even caught anything. But it wasn't dangerous at all, even harder than hunting wild boar. If I can pull this off, it'll be one of my easiest missions." Cheng Yijiu walked around the bodies a few times. All three had been killed with horrific headshots. Their deaths were horrible to watch, with their skulls completely intact. Cheng Yijiu didn't touch the bodies because he didn't care.

These six men weren't actually qualified hunters in any way—modern firearms had significantly reduced the hunter's abilities. They couldn't even make Cheng Yijiu feel the slightest bit of danger. How dangerous could shooting someone from a distance of a hundred or two hundred meters be? Furthermore, none of these six men had noticed Cheng Yijiu's presence; they were pure waste.

Cheng Yijiu had just thought of this when he noticed the scenery around him had changed. It was a vast expanse of grasslands and savannahs, scorching heat, and the animals that inhabited the grasslands. "Damn, I've just been transported to Africa! What kind of super-technological ability is this?" he complained loudly, then quickly checked his ammunition. "I still have 25 rounds of Winchester Magnum rifle ammunition, 18 rounds of .357 Magnum pistol ammunition, and two rounds for the small gun, no need to worry..."

At least this way I can hold on for a while.

"Where in Africa are we? Never mind. French is the common language in Africa, so it's not a big deal." Cheng Yijiu hadn't hunted much in Africa, and his targets were always lions—man-eating lions were quite terrifying, as they must be lions in a pride. The question was, where in Africa was this? East Africa, West Africa, or even South Africa? Cheng Yijiu's clothes weren't suited to this climate; he'd need to change if possible.

So the door appeared, and Cheng Yijiu, pushing it open, found himself confined to the lobby, making purchases directly on the computer. Unable to restock his ammunition, he could only change his clothes—an early 20th-century African hunting outfit: shorts, short-sleeved khakis, and a pith hat, transforming him into an old-school hunter.

Back in Africa, it wasn't surprising to see herds of wildebeest and antelope. Cheng Yijiu wouldn't waste a bullet on them. He saw wide tire tracks on the ground—a trail of tires, clearly from an ordinary off-road bicycle. There were more than a dozen such tracks, and after seeing them, Cheng Yijiu began to follow them leisurely.

"The patrolmen are probably driving cars, and those riding bicycles are probably protecting ordinary residents in the park or simply poachers. Since I'm here, I'm probably a poacher." Poachers hunt wildebeests or antelopes for their meat and fur. As for carnivores such as lions, leopards and hyenas, they usually don't hunt them, but that doesn't stop them from shooting at them to drive them away.

Poaching of ivory and rhino horns has decreased significantly due to trade bans—but Western tycoons with legal hunting licenses have also killed a lot of animals. Using the deaths of some animals to provide money for the protection of others is a rather twisted idea.

The poachers separated, and Cheng Yijiu carefully avoided the hard thorns on the tree and climbed up the big branch of the acacia tree to observe. He was a little disappointed that he didn't see the lion group. But he saw the poachers - although they were wearing camouflage uniforms, Cheng Yijiu still saw the black man's head. "Hunting with an AK is not a fair victory." Cheng Yijiu leaned against the tree trunk, raised his hand, aimed, and fired a shot.

The straight-line distance was about 400 meters, and there was no wind, so Cheng Yijiu only needed to adjust his aim slightly. He was aiming for the black man's body; the head would easily miss the target, which was undesirable. Therefore, shooting at the torso was the most appropriate target—he was aiming at the black man who was farthest away. In fact, they were standing in similar positions because they had already hunted a large antelope and were dismembering it, skinning and removing the meat.

A bullet broke a rib, and after rolling sideways, it became lodged in the other shoulder blade. The broken rib pierced a lung, and the unfortunate fellow immediately collapsed to the ground, bleeding from the wound, and pink foam began to spurt from his mouth and nostrils. His life was definitely over, and he would probably be dead for another ten minutes, which was extremely painful. The other five people jumped up in panic, and the one with the better eyesight pointed in Cheng Yijiu's direction and started shouting.

The black guys have pretty good vision, and it's only 400 meters away, so they can't miss it. So they picked up their AKs and started firing.

Cheng Yijiu wasn't worried at all. He simply casually stepped around the tree trunk and half-knelt behind it—no further movement was needed, as it would have easily been hit by stray bullets. The situation was that bullets were flying everywhere. The AK was still powerful at a distance of 400 meters, but its accuracy was questionable. If it were the Soviet Red Army, Cheng Yijiu would have worried about being suppressed and shot to pieces. But since they were just a few black uncles, he wasn't worried at all.

He stood upright, his hands raised high, and fired horizontally. His momentum was indeed impressive, but the bullets flew everywhere. Cheng Yijiu calmly aimed at the second black man. "They didn't even move?" He asked as the second bullet was fired...

chapter Ten

Each of these black men was lean, but honestly, their spirit was far stronger than the real American black men—at least not as crazy, as those black men had long since had their brains wrecked by drugs, and their personal morals were far inferior to their African brothers. Even in the abstract of this battle, the two sides remained consistent, the Kalashnikovs roared, but not a single bullet landed where it should.

The second bullet also accurately hit a black man. This guy was very brave, firing and charging at the same time. Cheng Yijiu shot him in the body cavity, causing him to fall forward quickly and directly to the ground. Whether he lived or not depended on luck. Continuing the action, these black men seemed fearless. Perhaps it was because Cheng Yijiu was alone? Otherwise, if there were a car full of forest rangers, they would probably have scattered and fled.

The third black man was shot while reloading his magazine. Cheng Yijiu was so bold that he retreated over twenty meters, then stood straight, aiming and firing, completely unconcerned about exposing himself to the enemy's field of fire. At a distance of over four hundred meters, these black men had no chance of hitting anyone. They could only shoot with faith, leaving their chances to chance. But Cheng Yijiu was confident of a hit; he only needed to calculate the trajectory of the bullet.

The good thing about fighting black poachers is that you don't need to calculate your lead time. They are very brave and will just stand there and fight you. Three black guys fell down, and the fourth one didn't know how to run so he was also hit by a bullet and felled a few seconds later. The last two finally realized that something was wrong and hurriedly ran to the side, ready to grab their bikes and run away.

Just as they pulled up, the fifth man was shot in the back and fell to the ground. The last man pedaled frantically, sprinting out at full speed. "Hey, over there..." Even though they were over 400 meters away, Cheng Yijiu still remembered the terrain he had observed. Were those seasonal rivers and wetlands? Cheng Yijiu wasn't very familiar with African rivers, but he was already pretty good at remembering the shapes of the Nile and Congo River basins.

He had no idea about these seasonal rivers and wetlands. Since he was going to run, Cheng Yijiu gave up after watching for a while—there was no need to fire and waste bullets at this distance. He held the rifle in his left hand and walked towards the downed black poacher. "Ah, the first one is dead." He turned over the first poacher who fell on the street with his foot and found that he was already dead.

Cheng Yijiu kicked the second through fifth men over one by one, looking at them. The third and fifth died instantly, but Cheng Yijiu kindly gave the second and fourth men a ride—they were fatal injuries from lead-core bullets and there was no hospital nearby, so Cheng Yijiu took out his hunting knife and slit their throats to let the blood flow. He didn't need to clean up the bodies—the bullets were unfit for use, and the guns were crudely made.

There was no need to worry about the bodies. The grasslands were full of scavengers, and they would be eaten clean in a day at most. As for whether they would attract wild beasts accustomed to eating man? That was a joke. Black Africa had been ravaged by war for years. The only scavengers who hadn't eaten a dead person were probably found in the core areas of the protected areas. Cheng Yijiu continued forward, following the tire tracks. Pushing aside the tall grass, he saw wetlands and an overturned bicycle. As for the black man on the bike?

Sorry, I can't seem to find it. Cheng Yijiu looked at the thing floating in the wetland water like a dead tree. "Damn, there are Nile crocodiles here, and the adults are over three meters long..." Did the little black guy probably feed the crocodiles? I guess I'll see him floating from the bottom of the water in a few days. Cheng Yijiu backed away from the water. He didn't want to be attacked by a Nile crocodile. As for the Nile crocodile coming ashore to attack him? Cheng Yijiu wouldn't mind an extra crocodile leather vest and a pair of crocodile leather boots.

As long as the Nile crocodiles that came ashore were not as big as Gustav, Cheng Yijiu could kill them with just his hunting knife - the ice and fire dragons that were dozens of times more ferocious than them still died under Cheng Yijiu's sword.

Killing these black men didn't make Cheng Yijiu feel any danger - the flying stray bullets might be dangerous, but they were still several meters away from Cheng Yijiu and couldn't touch his body at all. Shooting black poachers was no different from shooting yellow poachers, just as easy and simple. The black men here haven't evolved bulletproof special effects yet. "I heard that American black men have already developed bulletproof effects. You can't kill them without shooting them with more than a dozen rounds of ammunition."

Vultures were already circling in the sky, landing on the ground right in front of Cheng Yijiu, and then running over to the dead guys to test them. A strange laugh was also heard. Although Cheng Yijiu hadn't heard this sound before, he knew it was the cry of hyenas. Sure enough, several African hyenas soon ran over. They weren't too afraid of people, and at most they just bared their teeth at Cheng Yijiu. But since Cheng Yijiu was standing there, they didn't dare to get too close. They just sneaked up on the corpses, quickly biting them and dragging them away.

The sound of bones being crunched could be heard in the grass. The hyenas must have started their feast, and the vultures rushed over to get a piece of the pie. Cheng Yijiu didn't feel uncomfortable at all about the wild animals eating people near him, and he certainly wouldn't shoot them. Cheng Yijiu picked up his bicycle and began to ride along the ruts - if there were poachers, they must have a starting point.

Attack the stronghold? That's hard to say.

As his bicycle wobbled, Cheng Yijiu spotted a lioness lurking in the brush. He gestured, and the lioness stood up, flicked her tail, glanced at him, and turned away. Cheng Yijiu wasn't afraid. At this distance, even if the lion attacked, he had plenty of time to draw his gun and fire. A single shot could easily blow the lion's head off. A .357 Magnum bullet should have that kind of power.

While riding, Cheng Yijiu plunged into the sea...

"Damn it!" He only had time to curse. All the guns on his body were gone, even the small gun he had hidden for safety. They were inexplicably gone. He was alone on his bicycle, floundering in the sea. Of course, he let go of the bicycle and let it sink to the bottom. He then struggled to pull off his shoes in the water and began to swim barefoot. The water was not cold, and there was a light not far away - it must be a lighthouse.

"This warm water must be tropical after all." Cheng Yijiu swam in the sea, unbuttoning his extra clothes as he went. He discarded his short-sleeved shirts, which weren't suitable for swimming due to their design and would have wasted energy holding water. "Damn, there are so many reefs here!" Cheng Yijiu cursed. The waves weren't big, but at night, sailing under this light, this place was full of reefs.

Chapter 11

Cheng Yijiu climbed onto the beach wearing only a pair of pants and a hunting knife. His feet were clean and tidy, without socks. Lying on the soft sand was quite comfortable, but the sun would probably burn people when it came out. Cheng Yijiu had a certain idea of ​​where he was.

"This water isn't cold. It's either the Red Sea or the Caribbean. It doesn't look like the Red Sea at all right now. I'll see when the sun comes out." He wondered, "Are there poachers in the Caribbean? Are they fishing secretly?" He sat on the beach and looked back at the land. It was full of typical tropical plants, the most conspicuous being the coconut trees.

Deeper into the forest was likely a tropical rainforest, and Cheng Yijiu had no desire to explore further. He decided to wait until daybreak. Not wearing a waterproof watch was a major mistake—of course, there was a reason for this; Cheng Yijiu didn't really like wearing a watch on his wrist.

"Ah, the Northern Hemisphere, but that's useless." Looking at the starry sky above his head, Cheng Yijiu identified several constellations and completely confirmed that he was in the Northern Hemisphere and definitely close to the equator.

At daybreak, Cheng Yijiu got up from the beach, climbed up the coconut tree easily to pick coconuts, smashed the coconuts and drank a delicious drink, and also ate a lot of the coconut meat inside. Cheng Yijiu made a pair of shoes for himself with the silk rope outside, combined with the picked leaves and coconut shells - very simple, but as long as it could protect the soles of the feet, it was fine.

Cheng Yijiu walked along the beach for a while. "This island is quite large. Looking at the water, I think I'm in the Caribbean." There were obvious signs of a man-made road, so Cheng Yijiu followed it. "I'm feeling more and more familiar. Could I have entered the real novel 'The Most Dangerous Prey'?"

As for that White Russian general? Cheng Yijiu said that this guy is not strong enough to fight.

Not far inside, Cheng Yijiu spotted a large, exquisitely crafted brick colonial-style building. At the entrance was a massive bronze ring shaped like a beast's head. Cheng Yijiu went up and knocked hard on it. After a few seconds, a man opened the door. He was a giant, over two meters tall, with a thick beard and a fierce look in his eyes.

This guy also had a hunting rifle in his hand, a double-barreled shotgun aimed at Cheng Yijiu. Looking over the giant's body, Cheng Yijiu could see a good-looking middle-aged man standing behind him, next to his shoulder. The middle-aged man was saying something like "Tatar..." He was clearly white, but his bloodline was probably not very pure.

The giant gestured for Cheng Yijiu to follow him. It looked like they were heading to the basement. Sure enough, Cheng Yijiu was pushed into a basement room with a shower, a simple sailor's uniform, and even a pair of shoes. The iron door closed, then opened again shortly afterward. The giant brought black bread, a steak, and a pot of water, then slammed the door shut.

During this time, the giant had been aiming his gun at him, and Cheng Yijiu had already determined that this was the most dangerous prey world. He didn't remember the plot very clearly, but there was no doubt that he was classified as a sideshow - on par with the sailors who escaped from the shipwreck, rather than the exquisite meal, the protagonist of the original book.

His fate was simple: one night he was pushed out and hunted by the White Russian general like the sailors—especially since he was a Tatar, a type the Cossack general loathed. The search was brief, firstly because Cheng Yijiu only had one pair of pants, and secondly because they looked down on his race.

There were at least four people imprisoned in the basement, Cheng Yijiu being one of them. Later that day, the guy in the room to his left was taken away by the giant. He never came back.

The next day, when the second person was taken away, Cheng Yijiu heard laughter coming from outside, and it sounded like they were having a good chat. The second unlucky sailor also did not return...

On the third day, Cheng Yijiu was forced out of the basement at gunpoint. He didn't even have a simple map and was pushed out of the room. The other party stared at him fiercely and told him to run. Cheng Yijiu sneered as he ran, "You can't wait to enjoy the chance to hunt down the famous American hunter writer. I'm going to kill you now."