Livestreaming the Hunt

Bang!

Ito Ryoichi, who was about to make tea to warm himself up, was so stunned when he heard his senior brother's words that he poured hot water on his hands. It was so hot that he hit the kiln cup on the rattan table. The hot water followed the diamond-shaped gaps in the rattan. Sprinkled all over the floor.

"How... how is it possible! The people who can participate in the competition this time are all ESCI hunters who are good at fishing, and there are many of them who are at the top of North America's peak rankings. How can Wang Kui win the championship? Isn't he a mountain hunter?"

The so-called mountain hunters are a collective name for hunters who have been in the mountains and forests of China for a long time, and are good at hunting on land and in deep mountains.

This is why Ito Ryoichi believes that Wang Kui can beat him during the black bear hunting season on Mount Ishikari.

"Wang Kui previously had the world's largest human-powered fishing record."

The bald monk sighed.

"It's just sea fishing. It relies on radar detection and bait. What kind of technology can it have? I don't believe how a mountain hunter can win a freshwater fishing competition. Those Americans are all fools..."

"enough!"

Suddenly, Watanabe Shinzo scolded him, stood up immediately, and walked away with an angry face.

After he completely left, the bald monk explained: "Wang Kui's current points are only more than 300 points behind his master, but after winning the championship, including fishing points and 800 bonus points, he will surpass his master and become the top three in Asia. !”

"800 points..."

Ito Ryoichi murmured something in his mouth, as if his soul had been taken away, his body was hunched limply and without strength.

A difference of nearly a thousand points.

He had to hunt more than 300 adult black bears before he could bring them back.

In half a month, he killed 300 bears, an average of 20 a day. Even Gatling with unlimited bullets could not find so many black bears for him to kill!

the most important is.

Ever since he lost to Wang Kui during the black bear hunting season, he had been looking forward to winning back face in the peak hunting competition. But now, even his master from the Yougui lineage, the top hunter he respected the most, was ruthlessly suppressed by Wang Kui!

"hateful!"

Ito Ryoichi gritted his teeth and stood up.

"Ito, what are you going to do?"

The bald monk looked surprised.

"Bear Hunt!"

Putting down these two bloody words, Ito Ryoichi put on his velvet cloak again, carried the Matakiyama sword, and closed the Xuanmen heavily.

New Orleans, USA.

In the hotel restaurant, Wang Kui clinked glasses and drank with ESCI branch managers from all over the world one by one. Most of the people here were like the pot-bellied North American manager he had seen on the stage before. They were frontline hunters who had retreated to management. layer.

He gradually understood what Chen Ang meant by bringing him here.

Could it be that Chen Ang wanted to take over his job?

I vaguely remember that Chen Ang seemed to have said more than once that he was old. Although his physical condition was still the same as that of a tiger in Wang Kui's opinion, the long-term life of being relegated to a management position and staying away from blood might have caused him to have The idea of ​​retreating into a stable life.

Therefore.

An Yi's management staff didn't have much to talk about with a "fighting" person like Wang Kui. After a few polite words with each other, he said hello to Chen Ang and left.

"I brought you here this time just to get acquainted with him. The president went on a business trip to Africa and didn't come over. I will introduce you to him next time I have a chance. He is a very powerful top hunter. I think you will like him!"

Chen Ang patted Wang Kui on the shoulder, his eyes filled with admiration for the younger generation.

"Thank you, Brother Chen. What can I say, I haven't seen the director of the African ESCI branch..."

Wang Kui nodded thoughtfully.

"You're welcome. As you saw at the last gathering of China ESCI, most of them were hunting ground owners and some wealthy businessmen. There were very few who were really powerful. This is not because we in China have no one, but because the country has strict control over hunting, and Hunters adapt to local conditions, are limited to a small circle in a fixed environment, live a self-sufficient life, and are not interested in things like clubs."

"This has the advantage of avoiding the impact of commercial activities on domestic hunting circles, but it also has the disadvantage that the Chinese hunting circles cannot be in line with the hunting circles of North America, Europe, and Africa. Thanks to you, Wang Kui, your appearance has made the world's hunting circles more competitive. Let everyone know that we in China also have top hunters, and they are the top hunters!"

Chen Ang became more and more excited as he spoke and looked at Wang Kui with tears in his eyes: "I am about to turn 40. I brought you to see the management today. I think you understand in your heart that I want to retire in the next two years. From now on, the Chinese ESCI Club , I’ll leave it to you to take care of it. With your ability and thinking, I believe you will be stronger than me and lead the Chinese hunting circle to glory!”

【666, I was moved by what you said! 】

[Baidicheng Tuogu? 】

[Why are you still crying? Just stay there! 】

【I’m crying! Crying! 】

【Awesome! Lao Kui won the game, got another artifact, and finally got an organization! 】

…

Wang Kui was also touched in his heart.

As Chen Ang said, there are not many great hunters on the Chinese ESCI hunting peak list, but does this mean that all Chinese hunters are rubbish?

Cui Yi'an, Qi Geer, Wang Minhei, and even Li Hu, South Dian Lao Jiu, Beiling Lao Xu, etc., in Wang Kui's view, the hunting level of these people is no better than that of him, Chenkov, Kan Kun and others are inferior, even compared to top hunters like Mayor and Robertson.

Unfortunately.

Because they lack the guidance of formal channels, they can only take the wrong path of poaching.

"Brother Chen, we'll talk about management later. I'm still too young and I have to learn more from you. Besides, you are the youngest among these managers..."

However, thinking of the North American hunting guide Yu Yong he had seen before, Wang Kui asked: "By the way, speaking of domestic club members, I have seen Yu Yong on the top list before. I wonder if you have any impressions? No, I looked around last month and it seems that he is no longer on the list, what’s going on?”

"Withdrawn from the membership..."

Chen Ang sighed, "You also know that the domestic environment is not like North America, where there are abundant funds and many activities. He may have found it uninteresting and quit on his own."

"All right……"

Looking at the "pity" in his eyes, Wang Kui could understand. As a manager, he was probably very anxious. Fortunately, Huaxia still had him and Luye's Liu Xian to support the scene. When he mentioned Luye, something suddenly came to his mind. When I heard about being tracked and assassinated this time, I originally wanted to ask Chen Ang about the specific details of Luye.

After all, as a core member of the domestic hunting circle, Chen Ang may not know about hidden poachers like Cui Yi'an and Qi Gerri, but it is impossible for him to not know about Luye Liu Xian on the surface.

But when I think about it, the live broadcast is still on and there are so many people around.

Maybe the person who was tracking and trying to kill him was hiding in this party!

Let’s talk to Brother Chen in private...

I have to admire the spirit of these Americans. The party didn't break up until late at night. Some people who had a good conversation even made an appointment to have a drink together.

Wang Kui had been tired for a long day. After saying goodbye to his friends and friends, he threw himself on the bed and went back to his room to sleep.

at the same time.

Mongolia.

Ulaanbaatar, Genghis Khan International Airport.

The midday sun hangs high above the head, but it is still very cold in Mongolia in winter, and the snow outside the airport has been cleared cleanly.

Wearing a yellow-green outdoor windbreaker and a brown peaked cap, Yu Yong walked out of the airport exit, took out his phone, deducted the phone card, scanned the code to buy one of the tourist cards sold at the airport, and reinstalled it. , he dialed the number Cui Yi'an gave him.

"Sainu (hello)?"

After hearing the voice, Yu Yong took a deep breath and slowly said: "I am Yu Yong, I have arrived at the airport exit."

"Okay, wait for me, I'll be there soon!"

On the phone, the man's tone suddenly changed to Chinese with a slight accent.

Not a few seconds passed.

Yu Yong saw a short-haired Mongolian man about 1.9 meters tall, wearing a black cold-proof jacket and sunglasses walking towards him among the people picking up the plane. As he walked towards him, he glanced at his phone and it seemed that he was Comparing Yu Yong's photos, "Yu Yong?"

The man asked with a deep and deep voice.

Yu Yong nodded.

"Mengendulak!"

The man said a name. In Mongolian, it means silver helmet, which symbolizes strength and hardness. In fact, his thick palms and strong body do look very strong. Even the strong Yu Yong is as strong as him. Compared with , it is also much inferior.

"are you hungry?"

"I ate it on the plane."

"Then let's set off directly. The boss is in a hurry this time. Did Cui Banzhi tell you anything?"

"You can just arrange it directly."

"good."

Since Cui Yi'an specifically told him not to talk much, Yu Yong didn't dare to say anything. Fortunately, this Menggendulak was not a talkative person.

He took Yu Yong all the way out of the airport, to the underground parking lot, and walked into a green old-fashioned Toyota Overbearing.

After the two got in the car, Menggendulak took off his sunglasses. He had typical Mongolian features, with a small braid on the back of his head, high cheekbones, single eyelids, small eyes, and thick lips, which were chapped due to dryness. There was a lot of white dead skin, and there was a scar on his left eyebrow bone. The injury was probably serious, because the middle of the eyebrow bone had collapsed and deformed.

He's a tough guy.

In fact, Yu Yong should have guessed that people who dare to call Cui Yi'an by nicknames must be of the same level.

"The information says that you are good at mountain hunting? Have you tried high-intensity winter hunting?"

After starting the engine, Mengendulak drove out of the airport, heading northwest, and soon left the city. Mongolia in winter was surrounded by snow and desolation.

"no problem."

Yu Yong often took his North American employers into the Rocky Mountains to hunt in winter.

After only asking these few questions, Mengendulak didn't say another word.

The journey is long.

The two of them were like two completely unrelated strangers, one driving and the other watching the scenery.

Yu Yong has never been to Outer Mongolia, but the general scenery is similar to Inner Mongolia. Before coming, he also prepared some information on the plane. Going northwest, he should be going to the Altai Mountains.

There are three major hunting areas in Mongolia, the northern hunting area, the southern hunting area, and the eastern hunting area. There is no western hunting area, because the Altai Mountains in the west are national forest reserves, and there are basically key protected animals there. Need to be monitored.

this means.

It's poaching!

Yu Yong has made many mistakes in hunting for so many years, but he has never done poaching.

Nowadays, all the ways to make money are blocked, and he owes Cui Yi'an a big favor. It is very expensive for his daughter to study abroad. Poaching is just poaching, and it is not in China anyway.

In his heart, he could only use this "strong and rational" reason to comfort and anesthetize himself.

500 kilometers, 6 hours.

In winter, this speed is very fast.

In the evening, Yu Yong saw a huge and majestic white mountain range in the distance. Under the orange-red sunset light on the horizon, filled with golden smoke, it looked like a mythical holy mountain, too beautiful to be a human being.

Altai Mountains National Nature Reserve, Mongolia.

Seeing the mountains, Mengendulak suddenly slowed down, turned, drove off the road, and began to move forward in the thick snow field.

Yu Yong discovered.

There were already many ruts on this snowy road, which crushed the snow to pieces, which meant that the traces of their car were well hidden.

Half an hour later.

The vehicle turned into a forest of pine needles.

In the distance, Yu Yong discovered that there were four large white Toyota pickup trucks with green tarpaulins covering the backs.

Several men wearing various large cotton-padded coats and cold-proof clothes, all with their faces flushed from the cold and shrinking their hands, gathered around after seeing Mengendulak's license plate.

"Aha (brother)..."

After getting off the bus, several Mongolian men smiled on their faces and spoke a bunch of Mongolian that Yu Yong couldn't understand.

From time to time, they glanced over, their expressions full of defensiveness.

But Mengendulak didn't know what he said, and their eyes softened a lot.

"The equipment is all ready for you, including a telescope, a kettle, a compass, a hunting knife... What gun do you use?" Mengendulak said as he led him to a pickup truck, and then untied the rope. The wind blowing the smoke cannon opened a corner of the oilcloth.

Yu Yong took a closer look and saw that they were all weapons!

There are AK47s, CZ550s, and SVDs, but they are all old guns, not new.

Yu Yongna reached out and touched a CZ550.

With just this movement, three men suddenly glanced over at him with evil eyes.

But he pretended not to see it, picked up the gun, pulled the bolt, and took a test aim at the snow. Although the gun was old, it was well maintained, and the optical sight it came with was sufficient. "This one will do." "

"Okay, load two boxes of bullets into the car!"

Mengendulak said something, took an SVD and carried it on his back, and also moved two boxes of bullets.

"Two boxes..."

Yu Yong couldn't figure out why he had to take so many bullets. This one-meter-long Russian-style wooden bullet box could hold 500 rounds of standard bullets when fully loaded!

boom.

Mengendulak placed the two boxes of bullets heavily in the trunk of the domineering car, and looked back at Yu Yong, "Argali, moose, and wolves, at 1,000, two boxes are enough."

One...a thousand!

Is this a massacre?

Yu Yong looked at the scarred eyes of the other party without any expression, as if what the other party just talked about was an ordinary conversation.

As the saying goes at the airport: “Are you hungry?”

"Ah……"

I don't know if it was the cold weather or the trembling heart, but Yu Yong's breath was a little unsteady. He swallowed and said, "Wait...wait!"

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