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A jungle ****** in California

Robert, a former Navy SEAL, is leading a majestic Caucasian hound, far from his cabin, following the river on the edge of the jungle and tracking the wolves upstream.

After retiring from SEALs, he traveled around the world, working as an army instructor for African warlords, as a personal bodyguard for a well-known corporate executive, and as a lucrative armed escort under a friend's security company.

He'd spent half his life dealing with weapons, war, and money. Now at the age of 40, he is gradually tired of all this, and just wants to use the savings he has accumulated over the years to find a secluded place, return to the lap of nature, and experience the secluded life of seclusion.

After searching for a long time, he finally found a forest area in California with clean air and surrounded by mountains and rivers, and purchased a private land from the local government, transported a large amount of wood and building materials, and with his own efforts, it took half a year to finally build his cabin, and opened up a farmland nearby, raising some British white pigs, Boer goats and other animals with high meat production, intending to live a self-sufficient pastoral life here.

However, the comfortable days have not passed for a few days, and the piglets that he fortunately bought at a high price from the farmer have just been raised a little better, and they were bitten to death by the timber wolves active in this area, and several innocent lambs were also taken away without a trace.

According to common sense, in places infested with wild animals, these animals should be kept with an artificial fence on the perimeter to isolate them from the dangers in the jungle. However, in the eyes of Robert, who has a strong personality, this is tantamount to a humiliation for himself, it is obviously his own territory, and he must be careful to watch out for the attack of the wolves, it should be the wolves who are on guard against him, it seems that these guys must be given some color to see, so that they can figure out the situation, who is the real master here.

In order to "drive out the country" of the wolves living here, Robt had to return to his old business, pick up weapons that had been abandoned for many years, and lead Caucasian hounds that had accompanied him for more than three years, trekking through mountains and rivers, following the footprints and scents of the wolves, intending to catch them all.

Speaking of Caucasian Hounds, this is the largest dog breed in the world, there is no one, its body size area is almost equal to the sum of two adults, the physique of a trained adult dog can compete with brown bears, the body is strong, the disease resistance is strong, and it is rare to fall ill several times in a lifetime.

This breed is fierce, calm, alert, intuitive, strong-willed, confident, and loyal to its owner, making it ideal for hunting and tracking wildlife in infested areas.

The weapon Robert carried with him was the M950 submachine gun produced by the American Colt Company, with a load capacity of 50 rounds, first-class firepower and accuracy, and the weight of the whole gun was only 2 kilograms, which was the best choice for long-distance physical attrition warfare. I want these wolf cubs to die one by one, and two to die a pair. See if they're running fast, or if they're flying fast in a dense barrage.

In order to avoid the embarrassment of running out of firepower when dealing with wolves, Robert prepared three spare magazines with a total of 200 rounds. He also carried six high-explosive grenades and flashbang grenades, and this equipment was like going hunting, even against the enemy's two companies on the battlefield.

After a day of searching, Robert finally spotted the wolves on a high ground in the upper reaches of the river, and he led the sturdy Caucasian hounds and followed the footprints of the prey along the way, trying to spot their shadows.

The wolves had already spotted the hunter and his dog, but they were slow to move, and driven by the wolf king's cunning and treacherous nature, they arranged for a wolf to go to attract the attention of the other party, and then led the hunter to a clearing deep in the jungle, where an ambush of a wolf clan of more than forty adult wolves, ready to pounce and tear the hunter and hound to pieces for today's dinner.

However, how did this poor pack of wolves know that they had brought in a Navy SEAL, a battle-hardened veteran with enough weapons and ammunition to wipe them out 5 times, a real wolf pack killer.

The breath of the gray wolf, which had come to lure the enemy deeper, attracted the attention of the Caucasian hound, which barked loudly and became restless, and the experienced Robert soon noticed the anomaly, and saw a flickering green light in the bushes not far away, which were the eyes of the wolf, and the cunning gray wolf stared at them for a while. A sudden shuddering howl, a wanton provocation? Or is it a warning to his companions that potential danger is coming?

Actually, no, this gray wolf's scream is a reminder to the wolves to get ready, it has spotted the hunter and is leading the other party in the direction of the wolf pack's encirclement.

Robert saw the wolf hiding in the bushes, he was not in the mood to play a game of hide and seek with it at this time, raised his hand and raised the M950 submachine gun in his hand to aim and shoot in one go, towards the bushes is a shuttle, hitting the blades and gunsmoke.

It's really nozuodie, you said that if you hadn't been there and the ghost was crying wolf, you wouldn't have been hit by two peanuts on your hind legs, and the poor wolf was shot in the leg, and limped away in severe pain, originally to return with excitement and lead the hunter into the encirclement of his own kind, who knows that in the end it turned into a wailing and fled to the wolves for help.

There is a good saying, but it is used to describe human beings, to the effect that if you have money, don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be forced to be struck, this principle also applies to this gray wolf, but you can change it: don't pretend to be forced if you have backup, pretend to be shot.

The wolf king saw the men he sent out, and fled back with a weakened face, and he realized that the opponent was not small, and he originally planned to use the strength of the entire wolf pack to tear the opponent to pieces in the clearing in the middle of this woodland, but now he had to worry a little more: what about the pregnant she-wolves, and the she-wolves who had already given birth and were nursing a litter of cubs waiting to be fed? They were the hope for the future of the wolves, and the hunter could not afford to take the risk of the whole pack at the moment.

Therefore, the wolf king adjusted his strategy in time, and only arranged dozens of sturdy male wolves, with a few old ones of his kind as auxiliary forces, to take action against the hunters, and the rest of the wolf pack, led by one of his cronies, ran to safety and waited for their victorious return.