"This is Baker, who has more than a decade of experience hunting kangaroos, bison and bay crocodiles." In the club, the business manager introduced the hunting guide to the four Martins: "This is Molly, Baker's sister, with more than five years of hunter experience. Perhaps the ancestors were British, Baker was only in his thirties, and his head was bald, and he shook hands with the four Martins and said politely: "It is an honor to serve you." Martin held it in his hand and it felt like it was all calloused.

Molly was less than thirty years old, with short hair, a strong arm, and two hounds tattooed on the outside. After a brief acquaintance, the business manager called two pickup trucks to carry the group to the club's private hunting ground.

From the northern suburbs of Brisbane, it takes more than three hours to drive to get there. Australia is vast and sparsely populated, and the business manager explained all the way that the private hunting ground is actually a large ranch, covering an area of nearly 100,000 acres, not very far from the sea, and like many places in Australia, it is plagued by wild animals.

Occasionally, crocodiles enter the ranch's ponds and waterways. Coming to the ranch, a large wooden house, the customers are not only Martin four, but also more than a dozen tourists from other countries.

After a brief dinner, the business manager took the four of them to choose hunting weapons. Martin opted for the Winchester M70, which had previously been used at the range.

It was a bolt-on shotgun, and these people had temporary documents that could not use semi-automatic weapons.

"I want to use a gun too." Mene let out a grief, for without paperwork in advance, he had to choose a pulley bow or a crossbow.

Bruce got a Remington 700, and Zomi chose a lighter Weatherby shotgun. Each of the four was equipped with a short hunting knife.

Back in their single-family wooden house, Molly briefly said the precautions based on the video footage.

"Wild boars, hares, wild deer, wild dogs, bison and red kangaroos can be hunted at will, except for the pregnant mother." Molly brought up several pictures of protected animals: "Don't touch them, it's going to be very troublesome." She simply said, "If you're not sure, don't use the gun." "Everyone prepared their belongings for tomorrow, and the next morning, they set off early in two large pickup trucks with guardrails.

The pastures are mostly hills, ponds and small rivers, and the vegetation is dominated by meadows, shrubs and low forests. Bruce consulted Martin and Zommy for advice and said to Baker, "We're going to hunt big game. Mene sat alone in Molly's car.

On one of the pickups, Martin asked Baker, who was driving, "When are you going to get a bay crocodile?" "In the afternoon, when the sun is good, the crocodile crawls out to bask in the sun," Baker said. Molly, who was leading the way, stopped at the edge of a large bush, opened the rear door, and jumped off with the hound.

Mene held his crossbow and ran this way, came to the car and said, "I'd rather sit in the back of the car this way than over there, those dogs are terrible." Martin looked at his wet face, "They like you very much." Baker crouched down by the bushes to check on animal droppings, picked up a lump and pinched it, and said, "There are wild boars nearby, Molly, get them out!" He said to Martin and the others: "You go to the back compartment, prepare firearms, don't come down casually, wild boars are very dangerous." Molly let go of the hounds, and the three dogs rushed into the bush.

Martin climbed into the back of the pickup truck, leaned against the welded guardrail, inspected the firearm, and loaded it. Bruce is a veteran of guns, and he is not in a hurry to carry a gun.

Zomi asked, "Is wild boar good?" Martin bought it in his previous life, but it was raised in captivity: "It is said to have a fishy smell. He beckoned to Mene: "Come up, you want the boar to blow your ass?" Mene just wanted to get into the car, but suddenly turned around, and a red-haired kangaroo jumped out dozens of meters away.

When the enemy meets, his eyes are red,

"Redskinned! Come here, your black-skinned grandpa is here! Mene wound up his arrows, picked up his crossbow and wanted to shoot.

Suddenly the barking of the dog sounded, and a small black tank emerged from the bushes and ran over it. Mene shot an arrow casually and scrambled to the car.

Reading the book, Martin stretched out his hand and pulled him: "What are you afraid of." Mene looked at the big boar over there: "It's darker than me, my trick won't work!" Martin said, "It's okay, when it blows you up, you can charge it." ”

"Zommy!" Bruce knew that Martin was here both to relax and socialize, and the first shot was given to the director as a matter of course: "Here's your chance!" "The hounds are well trained and slow down when they chase out wild boars.

This wild boar is one meter seven or eight long, and it runs like a small tank. Zomi set up the gun, took aim through the scope, and slammed the first shot.

He had played hunting before, his marksmanship was okay, and he aimed at the neck and hit the boar in the abdomen.

"Hit!" Martin saw the blood rushing out. Zomi quickly pulled the bolt and fired a second shot, the bullet burrowing into the boar's neck.

The boar fell down and tried to get up again, but Zomi shot it in the head with a third shot! Martin praised: "Good marksmanship, gun hits." Zomi was very happy and said, "Luckily, the hit rate was not so high before. The sound of gunfire alarmed the nearby animals, and a herd of wild deer was running wildly in the distance, and Baker ran over and shouted as he got into the car: "Catch it, let's catch up." Four men grabbed the guardrail, and the pickup truck roared forward.

Martin looked to the side and saw that it was a herd of wild deer, and shouted, "Guys, how about we have a fight?" ”

"Okay!" Mene was an activist. Martin pointed to the deer: "Whoever can't catch his prey, accept the punishment." Zomi asked, "What punishment?" Bruce came up with a great idea: "Find a small kangaroo and play boxing with a kangaroo?" Mene was the first to agree: "Good! Martin patted him: "It's too late for you to regret it now." Mene almost patted his chest: "I will not regret it." Baker was very experienced, drove around in front of the wild deer, parked the car and beckoned the four men to get out of the car, observed it a little, and led them to ambush the deer downwind.

Five people were scattered in a low forest of more than ten meters. Mene suddenly realized that something was wrong, and looked at the nearest Martin, with a shotgun with a scope in his hand.

Look at the crossbow with a scope in your hand. How does this compare? As the herd of wild deer approached, Martin aimed at a sturdy male deer about fifty meters away and pulled the trigger.

A shot rang out as he read the book, and the wild deer was shot in the chest and abdomen, ran a few steps forward, and fell to the ground. At the moment when Martin fired, Zomi and Bruce also fired, and two more adult wild deer fell.

At the same time, a carbon crossbow bolt thuded into the low tree. The rest of the wild deer fled frantically, not giving Mene a chance to shoot a second arrow.

Martin: They just shoot and nothing else. The prey was handled by two professional hunters, Baker and Molly.

Martin asked, "Who didn't hit the prey just now?" Mene had already been so full of words that he could only bite the bullet and say, "Let's go find the kangaroo." "When Baker and Molly finished handling their prey and were on their way back to lunch, they came across a suitable kangaroo.

Standing up to 1.4 meters at most, it's not very strong. It's not good to be too big and strong, Mene is not an opponent, in case he is kicked and exploded...... Mene jumped out of the car and walked towards that side, mocking as he went: "Red-skinned big tail, I won't give you money when your brother is up, and now I'm coming to you to collect debts, come here!" Why don't you grow black hair? Kangaroos are racists! "As soon as the ultimate taunt comes out, kangaroos can't stand it.

Bruce couldn't help but say, "Why are you this stinky piece of shit, all you know is stupid?" Martin didn't speak, just stared at Bruce.

Bruce patted his head: "I'm such a fool. "The kangaroos are all grumpy in heat, and they rush up to fight Mene.

Beck, fearing an accident, and Molly followed behind.

"No one can go to Uncle Mene without paying! Neither can animals! Mene, by virtue of his height and strength, beat the emaciated kangaroo and fled.

Ten minutes later, a refreshed Mene returned to the car, clutching a handful of kangaroo fur in his hand: "This is his brother's debt!" "Back at the ranch manor, after lunch, in the afternoon the group went hunting bay crocodiles.

In the face of saltwater crocodiles, even Bruce didn't dare to come nonsense, and the four of Martin stayed in the car safely. Baker and Molly soon find the Gulf Crocodile's tracks.

A group of six people walked to a pond, went up to a high ground, and could see clearly from a high position, dozens of meters away, a large crocodile more than four meters long was lying on the edge of the pond basking in the sun.

In the face of a human armed with a shotgun, even if it is twice the size, it is a floating cloud. Baker took good care of the client and said, "You aim at the target, and when I say shoot, we shoot together, and each shoots three shots in a row." Martin, Bruce, and Zommy were loaded, and Mene took the crossbow.

"Ready!" Seeing that it was about the same, Baker shouted, "Shoot!" Martin pulled the trigger, looked through the scope, saw the crocodile neck skin explode, pulled the gun and fired again, three bullets were fired, and he stopped.

The poor big crocodile was hit by multiple bullets, and he didn't even see the attacker, so he whimpered for his life. The prey is pulled back, the teeth of the crocodile are removed, and the hunting club presents legal formalities that can help process it into souvenirs such as pendants and keychains.

A large crocodile more than four meters long, with a mouth full of fangs, is enough for four people. Most of it went to Martin and Zommi.

Bruce and Mene are alone. In the evening, the club hosts a game barbecue party for all the guests in the estate.

Martin ate some roast venison, found Zomi sitting alone in a quiet place, and asked, "Too noisy?" Zomi pointed to his head: "As soon as I am idle, my head can't stop." Martin said, "Thinking about post-production? ”

"I'm just a tool guy in post-production." Zomi saw it clearly and said, "I'm thinking of a new story. Martin half-jokingly: "Suddenly there are fierce beasts or perverts in the hunting ground, and they will destroy our group of hunters?" Zommy threw a bottle of beer next to him to Martin, and the two touched the bottle, each took a sip, and then said: "Before joining this crew, my friend David Johansen and I, who also studied film, worked as a small assistant to director Derabont, and was better at screenwriting, but he was not as lucky as me, and it was difficult for screenwriters to mix." He gets back to the point: "David and I traveled to Canada and heard from the locals about a real incident of a woman with dwarfism, disguised as a teenage girl, who killed her adoptive parents. ”