The smell of blood and gunpowder smoke permeated the city, mixed with the smell of burnt human flesh, and the masked man squatting behind the broken wall, stared at the pinch of dog hair in his hand with eyes that could not be closed:

"Old Fellow......"

The man known as the "Grozny Hound" in mercenary circles had both upper and lower eyelids sewn into the skin of his head, making him unable to even blink, and could only use eye drops to relieve dry eyes every day.

In addition, there are many indescribable wounds left by horrific torture on his body, and these wounds are the "gifts" he received when he was in Grozny.

At that time, he was just an ordinary mercenary who ate and waited for death, and he came to Grozny just to eat something. While the others were fighting, he paddled in the back, smeared some black charcoal and blood on his face, threw away a few full magazines, and disguised himself as if he had participated in the battle.

It's a pity that this kind of carefree life didn't last long, and his small movements were discovered by other mercenaries. The tragedy that happened next, until now when he thinks about it, he can't help but tremble.

The mercenary who once wanted to spend some money on the battlefield was mistaken by the Chechen soldiers as a spy for Russia, and then ......

He took out eye drops from his backpack, dripped them on his red eyeballs, put the strand of dog hair in his hand into his pocket, pulled out a large saber full fifty centimeters long, and laughed sneeringly:

"Let's kill him! Old man......"

The dog, whom he named "Hough", was his only friend in the world.

It was an ugly-looking bloodhound, abandoned on the battlefields of Grozny. He found the injured hound in the rubble of a flattened apartment building.

At that time, he wanted to kill the dog, but when he saw the stray dog limping and struggling to forage for food, he somehow felt a trace of compassion in his heart, and took out a bandage to bandage the wound on the dog's right hind leg that was still bleeding.

- Maybe it's because this lonely wild dog is a bit like himself. He sent a god to help the dog, and after that, the dog was gone.

It wasn't until he was tied up in the camp and subjected to inhumane torture that the bloodhounds he had helped finally reappeared.

"Hough, kill him."

He whispered, and suddenly sprang out of the rubble, and rushed into the smoky street with only his saber in hand. Rush towards the enemy's hiding position.

Looking at the bullet-riddled corpses in the streets, the "Grozny Hound" seemed to return to that bloody night, when he was tied to a stake and coughed up blood.

He no longer remembered how many times he begged for mercy and how many times he said that he didn't know about the Russian army, but the murderous Chechen soldiers didn't believe their justifications at all, and just kept creating new wounds on themselves with Soviet-made sabers.

Even at midnight, when most of the soldiers had gone to rest, there was still a strong man who continued to interrogate, and the man had broken two of his toes with iron tongs, and he had collapsed during the day, and he had no strength to scream.

- Perhaps, it is better to die quickly.

Under the torture of life and death, his body has begun to collapse, but he still remains conscious. Endless despair drove him to want to die, but he couldn't even kill himself.

"Say it! You and the Russians ......"

The strong man in charge of the interrogation said viciously, clamping his little toe with iron tongs, and was about to continue the execution, but a low hissing suddenly sounded behind him.

Then, the strong man suddenly threw down the iron tongs like crazy, screaming and trying to stretch out his hands to grab behind his back.

With a terrifying sound of flesh tearing, a large amount of blood spurted out from the back of the strong man's neck, and his body lost balance and fell to the ground.

It was only then that the poor worm, who was still suffering, finally saw the bloodhound that he had once saved, and the blood was still flowing from the dog's mouth, and he spat out a bone in his mouth.

Under the stunned gaze of the mercenary, the bloodhound stood in front of him, lowered his head and rubbed his feet, and let out a low whimper from his mouth.

Then, the dog went around behind him, stood up and bit the rope that bound his hands, and the mercenary, who had been bound for a day, finally regained his freedom.

"Thank you......"

The "Grozny Hound" made a muffled voice, his consciousness returning from his memories to reality, and he ran across the street with his eyes wide open, ready for a beautiful hunt with his best friend.

By now, he had almost forgotten how he had killed the sleeping Chechen soldiers, but he would never forget the bloodhound standing in front of him with blood in its mouth and then biting off the rope on his body.

Unlike fickle humans, the hound believes in the principle of "borrowing and repaying", and after the experience of saving each other, they also become "brothers" who will never be separated.

To the average person, it seems very ridiculous to call a dog a brother. But for the Grozny Hound, Hove is his best and only friend!

Woo!

A howl similar to a wolf's howl sounded from behind the ruins, and the Grozny Hound rushed over, only to see Hoff's dark red body running into the ruins, and the man who was the target of the hunt was about to open fire with his pistol.

"Hahaha, I'm here!"

The Grozny Hound roared, kicking his opponent to the waist with a heavy kick, and the saber followed suit, and the two attacks, which seemed impossible to do at the same time, were extremely easy for him to complete.

This mercenary, who had been brutally tortured, was closer to a beast than a human. And as a beast, he will never let go of the prey that is being targeted!

"I'm coming!" He yelled.

Under his frantic attack, the man also took a step back, drew his saber and prepared for the fight. At this time, Hove, who had just hid in the ruins, had already pounced again.

The bloodhound, dark red-skinned opened its large, fanged mouth and bit down on its prey's throat. Even in its old age, this hound is still incredibly powerful and fast, and its ability to choose the best time to attack is something that ordinary military dogs can't do.

In the eyes of the "Grozny Hound", Hoff is the purest and most powerful hunter in the world!

In order to match Hough's attack, he also swung his saber again, this time using his left hand because his right wrist had just been sliced open. Although the strength is not as good as before, it is completely enough to deal with the prey!

Brutal and high-speed melee combat broke out on the outskirts of Kayaland.

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