Siberia, primeval forest, hunting area---

A moose is running fast.

Flying hooves stir up patches of snow.

The moose-brown figure swayed from bush to bush, and soon he fled to what he thought was safe.

Just now, the two terrible hounds almost chased him, but in the end he managed to avoid this siege, yes, this is a big forest, a big snow, this is the place he is most familiar with, how can those hounds be his opponents.

The self-proclaimed clever moose foamed its nose, then looked up, rolled its eyes a little, and then quietly lowered its head and fed on a few young leaves emerging from the snow with its mouth.

Fifty meters away from the moose, Alach was already aiming at him in the scope with a shotgun in his hand.

The muzzle of the black hole moved from the hapless moose's head to its neck, and then slowly moved upwards--- eyes in the scope collided with the moose's wary eyes.

In an instant, the moose jumped, and his keen sense of danger made him hide behind a large tree, temporarily avoiding the terrifying muzzle.

"This guy is very vigilant. Allah withdrew his gaze and muttered to himself.

Behind him were two of Posol'--- Russian wolfhounds, both of whom were professionally trained hunting chaperones and Alah's henchmen.

Just now, the two wolfhounds were about to surround the hapless moose, but Arach ordered the hound to be stopped, giving the moose a chance to escape.

Yes, that's how hunting is done.

If you just rely on the hound to chase the prey, how boring it is--- the most interesting thing is to use the shotgun in your hand to kill the damn prey directly.

Alach likes to look at his prey under his own gun, constantly bleeding and convulsing after being shot, and he likes to look at their sad eyes before they are dying--- which is a longing for life, and a fear of death.

Whenever this happens, Allah gets excited, he thinks of the enemies he has killed on the battlefield--- don't their eyes be the same as those of these prey?

It's a pity that the bloodthirsty and belligerent Allah is now out of the army--- in fact, even if he stays in the army, there is no battle to fight, and the damned years of peace have made many militants useless.

Allah, is one of them.

Taking a deep breath, Arah once again aimed his gun at his previous target--- the moose he was chasing.

Sure enough, after a few temptations, the moose peeked out from behind the tree, and the meadow with the young shoots completely attracted him, and he gradually forgot about the danger.

"Yes, that's it!, baby, come out slowly, by the way, take a bite of tender weeds, there is no plant more delicious on this snowy day......" said Arach, aiming at the moose's head.

That's when ---

Inside the scope, a baby moose peeks out from behind a tree.

"Oh my God, what is this? It turns out that he still has children!" said Alach, "no wonder he is so vigilant, no wonder he has fled here and stopped running, it turns out that this is his lair." ”

"What should I do? kill the big one or kill the small one?" Alach looked at the scope excitedly, and suddenly, an excited thought flashed in his heart, "Kill the two with one shot!"

Yes, by the time the baby moose and the big moose are in line in the shot, it only takes one bullet to hit them.

It's called "killing two birds with one stone".

Thinking of this, Alah became more and more excited, and his subordinates next to him were also excited, after all, it was not in vain to be able to see such a wonderful performance.

Killing two birds with one stone, this kind of stunt that only sharpshooters have, Allah also understands, and is very proficient.

At this moment, his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty excitement, and there was an incomparably greedy light.

His fingers slowly increased as the moose moved in the scope.

He held his breath, lest the sound of his breathing startle the two unlucky prey.

In-scope ---

The baby moose snuggles up intimately next to the giant moose, rubbing its head against the neck of the giant moose. The giant moose stuck out its tongue and licked the baby moose's eyes, as if to tell him something.

"Look, how touching this scene is, the greatness of father's love and mother's love is not divided between you and mine, oh God---- I'm about to be moved, but I'm sorry, you still have to eat my bullets!" Allah let out a strange laugh, his finger ready to pull the trigger.

Seeing that the heads of the two moose, one large and one small, were about to stick together, and Arah pulled the trigger, and the sharp bullets were about to fly out, piercing through the two heads at once.

They fled?

The prey that has been chased by him for a long time was scared away?

Allah, furious.

"Damn it, who is it? Deliberately, isn't it?" Alach jumped up from the snow where he was lying on his stomach, not caring about the snowflakes on his body, and looked angrily towards the place where the gun had fired.

Nearly two or three hundred meters away, a human figure, shadowy and shadowy.

As soon as he saw someone, two of Arah's subordinates, also armed with shotguns, led two fierce wolfhounds, and waited for them.

The two wolfhounds were sensitive to the atmosphere, and seemed to sense the wrath of their masters, and they kicked the snow on all four legs, flying in the snow, jumping up and down and barking wildly towards the place where the figure was.

Glancing at the irascible wolfhound, Alach suddenly showed his white teeth, his eyes showed a fierce look, and he glanced at his two subordinates.

The men understood, stooped down and loosened the live buckle around the wolfhound's neck, and in an instant, two vicious dogs like calves barked wildly, and rushed towards the man through the snow.

Whoa!

Like a wolf howling.

Suddenly, the entire forest was filled with echoes of terror.

100 meters, 80 meters, 60 meters---

Two vicious dogs the size of calves were getting closer and closer to the figure.

Alach stared excitedly, as if he saw the image of the person who came was about to be bitten by two vicious dogs, and the flesh was flying...... You know, these two hounds are fed by him himself, and they are all living creatures, and he likes bloody things the most.

But---

There was a bang.

The fastest dog rolled directly on the ground and let out a wail.

The other hound seemed to sense the danger and was about to rush to the end, but turned back, but it was too late---

There was a thud of gunshots, and the hound planted a heel in the run, and a few blood splashes flew up, spilling on the white snow, which was very eye-catching.

In the distance, Alach saw that his two treasures had been wounded, and he couldn't help but roar, "Damn bastard, you will be punished! Yes, I will kill you!" He set up his shotgun and aimed it at the figure---

And then---

He saw a man in the scope smiling at him.

Yes, the man was laughing, smiling contemptuously and playfully.

Allah recognized the man---

That person is Song Zhichao!