Chapter 408: Chapter 408
The Volvo ahead slammed on the brakes, and the vehicle plunged silently into a cave. The driver, unable to control the momentum, frantically turned the steering wheel.
The cars collided with each other, their thick hides scraping together, emitting several sparks.
Orleans was sitting in the passenger seat, who was previously busy wiping his gun and hadn’t even fastened his seatbelt. He took the hardest hit, his entire head slamming against the hood. Fortunately, the airbag in front responded quickly, popping out and trapping him inside.
"You bunch of mongrels, where are your eyes?" Olson kicked open the car door, pulled Wen Maixue, and the two staggered almost crawling out of the car.
The convertible ahead fared even worse; the two hunters in the back seat were thrown out, one embedded in a snowdrift, the other rolling down a snow slope, with no response for a long while.
Orleans was pulled out, his face deathly pale, his limbs uncontrollably trembling.
"Earl, someone set a bear trap up ahead." The driver and hunters were all squatting beside the Volvo.
The Volvo ahead had fallen into the trap. Both off-road vehicles were high off the ground, and the driver’s view was obstructed by the snow, inadvertently missing the man-made bear trap.
Upon hearing about the bear trap, Olson’s interest piqued even more.
Bear traps are different from ordinary traps and frames, only an experienced old hunter could set them. One bear trap requires dozens of first-year poplar trunks. After being rounded and debarked, they are nailed into a rectangular shape with no open ends, each trap being about two meters high.
"It’s the work of a veteran," the leading hunter brushed aside some snow; each tip of the poplar wood was sharpened to a fine point, secured tightly with nailed metal strips, even the thick Volvo tires were completely punctured.
"Truly wicked, but thankfully it was our car that fell in, if it were a person, they would probably have their eyeballs pierced through." The hunters looked at each other, each bearing some reluctance in their eyes. Hunters wandering in the Alps, whether new or old, adhere to an unwritten rule of not interfering with each other’s hunting grounds.
It’s just like wild dogs marking their territory by squatting and urinating, this area is probably staked out by some cruel old hunter. Going any further would probably mean crossing boundaries. Google seaʀᴄh 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒·𝗇𝗲𝘁
"What are you waiting for? With this thing here, there must be a bear’s den ahead," Olson didn’t even spare a glance at the bear trap, he made up his mind that he was definitely going to hunt a bear today. He disdained using any bear traps, lest those sharp woods disfigure the bear, ruining the bragging rights of the stripped skin.
Olson hadn’t hunted bear for over thirty years, and after plotting against Pello, he developed a fear of gunshots, especially those long, dark hunting shotguns that emit a heavy firing sound when shot.
But, after personally firing a machine gun at Pello last time, he felt like he had returned to his younger days as Olson. His condition now, even better than in his youth, surrounded by excellent hunters, a beauty who feared him, and a loaded shotgun in hand, everything was going smoothly. He dared to kill a person, what more a damn bear to fear.
"Maybe we should go back," Orleans could no longer steady his gunstock.
"Shut up, I must hunt that bear today; Xuexue, after I hunt the bear, I’ll cook the bear paws as honey-glazed paws for you, good for beauty and health," Olson finished speaking and nibbled on Wen Maixue’s face. The surrounding hunters whistled.
Orleans’ gunstock stopped shaking, but his hand had moved to the trigger.
"Bring down all the gear from the car, check the fuel tank, don’t let all the fuel leak, let’s move on," Orleans commanded, having ammunition and first aid kits moved down.
Wen Maixue walked up to Orleans amidst the busy crowd, and handed him a pill, "Don’t panic, this is a tranquilizer, perform well later."
This was already who knows which time that Orleans had taken Wen Maixue’s medicine; he glanced towards Olson’s direction, gripped his gun tightly, and clumsily placed the pill into his mouth, swallowing it with saliva.
The medication took effect, and a temporary calm appeared on Orleans’ startled face; he steadied his gun and followed the "Bear Hunting Team" deeper in.
The two off-road vehicles were abandoned in spot, and Olson thought that today they must return fully loaded.(To be continued. If you work, you are welcome to Qidian(qidian.com) to cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation.)