Chapter 328: Hidden Knife

The existence of wild animals is the choice of nature, and the complete ecological system formed for tens of millions of years has maintained the normal operation of the planet, with four distinct seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, alternating between scorching heat and severe cold and heat. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

If a certain animal or creature becomes extinct, there will be a crack in this ecological chain, and this crack will become bigger and bigger with time.

When humans murder wild animals, they also murder themselves.

There are many ways to survive in the world, and it is a crime to survive in the form of murder, so in 1988, the Dragon Kingdom established the "Wildlife Protection Law", and the World Animal Protection Society was also established in 1953 to urge national protection laws.

If he hadn't seen the tears of the tiger and the recklessness of the white wolf, Wang Yao would not have had much idea about protecting wild animals, because it was too far from his original theme of humanistic rejuvenation.

But the tiger's tears resonated with Wang Yao, the traditional culture he has been working hard and fighting for, it seems that like these wild animals, they have flesh and blood, self-sufficiency to survive, but still can't hide from poachers' shotguns.

This resonance let Wang Yao know that the two are related, and they are closely related, what is the purpose of Wang Yao's revival of traditional culture?

It is to make Chinese civilization the pride of every Chinese person, not to mention culture, only to think of modern Western culture.

Perhaps this tiger is the last of this species, if it disappears, then this species will also disappear, then Wang Yao is one of the culprits.

Then Wang Yao is ashamed of the sage teachings of 'don't take good for small, don't take evil for small'.

What about 'the beginning of man, nature is good'

So this knife, he will come out.

The sharp blade cut through the void, and the cold light on the back of the knife reflected in the moonlit night like a streamer, stabbing into the shoulders of the fleeing poachers, with the sound of cutting flesh and bones and the painful roar of the other party.

Wang Yao never thought that one day, he would kill someone.

But at this moment, his feeling seems to be no different from when he cuts ribs, because in his eyes, some people don't have to be people.

"Stark, what's wrong with you!" another fleeing poacher shouted in English to hear the screams of his companions.

After Wang Yao pierced the other party's shoulder blade again, he drew his knife and went behind the tree, and the other party didn't see what hurt him at all.

"I've been attacked, damn it!" the poacher let out a cry of pain, "Save me Jackson!"

"Hold on, those beasts are coming after you, you stand up. Jackson fired a shot in the back and ran in the direction of Stark's wound.

Wang Yao, who was behind the circle, made his debut again when the other party came over, piercing the other party's kneecap from behind.

"Ahh

Such a close contact with the gunfire made Wang Yao unconsciously nervous, but fortunately, the empty gun didn't hit him, Jackson's bullets ran out, and he rolled on the ground and struggled to crawl into the distance, which was completely the survival instinct of human beings.

Wang Yao looked at these two poachers who seemed to be ants surviving with complicated eyes, and his heart was indifferent, the way of heaven is so orderly, the wild animals that died in the hands of these two people may have survived more completely than them at the beginning.

The two men had lost their ability to escape, and all that was left was wolves and tigers, and they could not escape death.

Wang Yao looked at the Tibetan knife in his hand that was still oozing blood, and was silent for a moment and inserted it into the trunk of the ancient tree.

A few years later, in the legend of the snowy region, there was a strange incident in the jungle, where poachers who saw blood-stained knives stuck in trees in the forest were all dead and preserved by wild beasts.

Wang Yao pulled out the second hidden knife from behind his back, and walked towards the other poachers with the gray wolf that came out of the dense forest, without looking at the poachers behind him who were screaming miserably and being torn apart by the gray wolf.

Wilson was an international poacher who had been in the business for decades, making a name for himself in the industry, especially in the 80s, when his business flourished in India and North America, and then animal protection groups stepped in and he made less money, but even more.

This time it was his best job, and the legend of the white wolf in the snowy region moved the heart of a customer, the white wolf, whose pure white fur was worth a fortune, and this business was worth his journey across two continents to this barren land.

The brutality of the plateau made him retreat twice, but in the end he persevered, and it took him almost a year of investigation and planning, and finally met the legendary white wolf four months ago.

More burly and beautiful than I believed, I will definitely be able to buy it at a good price.

Despite the heavy snowfall, greed urged him to lead his team into the mountains, and on that occasion they lost two men, hunted twelve gray wolves, and shot and wounded the white wolves.

The injured white wolf did not live long, Wilson took this idea to repair at the bottom of the mountain, usually wandering in the mountains, but I didn't think that yesterday I had better luck and met the always beautiful spotted tiger.

Tigers have long been listed as endangered, and the large-scale hunting of their beautiful fur in the last century has made the king of beasts even rarer, and tiger skins are even more valuable, not to mention the miracle tiger whip.

Luckily, the spotted tiger also had a cub, a pure white tiger he hadn't even seen in years of hunting, and he seemed to see boxes of gold bars.

He shot and seriously injured the big tiger, and when he was about to capture it alive, the big tiger suddenly fled to the depths of the dense forest with the little white tiger in his mouth, Wilson chased him for a long time, and finally found that the body of the big tiger died by the river because of bleeding, but unfortunately the little white tiger was gone.

Wilson angrily skinned the tiger alive, and the scarlet blood swept away the river.

He and his teammates didn't notice that a pair of tearful tiger eyes in the depths of the dense forest watched all this, just to protect the little 'bloody' tiger under it that was breathing weakly and was stained with blood.

With many years of hunting experience, the little white tiger could not run too far, there must be another tiger, so he used the tiger skin as bait and set a trap, sure enough, it was not dark, a larger spotted giant tiger attacked their station, and after falling into the trap, his whole body was cut by the spear and escaped.

Wilson led people to chase, and the chase was all night, because of anger, he casually released an empty gun and walked back with the team, but he didn't expect to hear the tiger roar again.

But waiting for him is indeed revenge of the tigers and wolves.

Eleven members of the team fled one after another, some of them were torn apart by tigers and wolves, Wilson, who was carrying tiger skins, knew that the poaching trip was over, he threw his teammates and fled for his life, just behind him the roar of tigers and wolves and the screams of the team members frightened him to pee his pants, he had heard the legend of animal revenge, but never thought it was true.

The helicopter in the sky became a lifesaver for him, he knew that he would face prison in this way, but in the face of life, prison was nothing.

He shot at the helicopter, finally attracting the helicopter's attention, a beam of light in front of him, blinding, but making him feel extremely safe, he knew he wouldn't die.

The sound of footsteps on dead leaves woke him up.

"Who!" Wilson snapped open, raised his pistol, and looked around.

The sound of his feet stepping on dead leaves continued, like the sound of death from all directions, and the roar of the helicopter in the sky became louder and louder, but he felt that his body was getting colder and colder.

"If your God doesn't let you go to hell, then one day I will surely smash the gates of heaven. ”

The nightmare murmur in his ears and the blood gushing out of his neck made Wilson unable to say his last words.

Wang Yao looked at Wilson, who was lying straight in a pool of blood, this was a human life that he ended with his own hands, but he was not afraid, because in his backpack, there was a tiger skin with orange and black stripes.

Wang Yao took out the tiger skin, looked up at the helicopter that was getting closer and closer, inserted the Tibetan knife into the trunk of the tree next to him, and disappeared into the dense forest with the tiger skin in his hand.

"Whew!" the spotted tiger seemed to smell a familiar breath, raised its head licking its wounds, and looked at Wang Yao, who came back with a tiger skin.

"Whew!" a tiger roar full of grief and indignation came out of its mouth, and Wang Yao saw despair and pain in those tiger eyes.

Animals really have feelings.

The low whimper of wolves crumbling bones and tigers echoing imperceptibly in the silent forest, louder in Wang Yao's ears than the sound of propellers in the distance.

"I'm sorry. Wang Yao pursed his lips and placed the tiger skin in front of the tiger.

The tiger, whimpering, put his head on the tiger's skin, which had long been out of temperature, and began to sob.

"Bang!"

"Wow!"

The sound of gunfire and the crooked roar woke up Wang Yao and the sobbing tiger in self-blame.

Wang Yao jumped up reflexively, looking at the poacher who was knocked down by Jiangqu not far away, and the wolves rushed towards him.

Wang Yao reached behind his back and touched the knife, but found that there was nothing.

The tiger tried to get up from the ground but fell down again, let out an unwilling roar, and after more than two hours of long running, its strength and wounds worsened.

The poacher, who seemed to have martial arts skills, kicked it away when he was knocked down by Jangqu, picked up his gun and fired a shot at the wolves, scaring them away.

Jangqu rolled on the ground and pounced again.

After all, she was a domesticated dog, and she had no hunting instincts, otherwise the first blow she had just pounced on the poacher would have bitten off the other party's neck.

The poacher did not hesitate to turn his gun on the crook after scaring off the wolves.

"No!!" Wang Yao let out a wild roar.

"Uh-huh!" a muffled growl rang out behind the poacher, and the white wolf leapt from the dense forest and bit his wrist holding the gun, knocking it down.

As soon as the wolves swarmed up, the poacher could only let out a scream, and in the blink of an eye, he was torn to shreds.