"Dean, will we experience the same adventure today as in "Treasure Island"?"

On the way to the Hagar Mountains, little brother Thompson always seemed very excited.

Unknown journeys and treasures!

This will be a conversation piece that he will remember for years to come!

Dean held the steering wheel with one hand and held a cigarette in the other. He leaned against the cold windy car window, blew out a puff of smoke, and said with a smile: "I don't know, but the unknown always makes people full of expectations."

Early nine o'clock in the evening.

The two brothers arrived at the outskirts of the Hagar Mountains on time.

Tonight the moonlight is cold, covering the undulating mountains with a layer of light silver gauze, carrying the miserable mountain wind, making people intimidated by the continuous lying giant beasts in front of them.

Looking into the mountain, it feels like stepping into an unknown and dangerous place.

While timid, it also gives people a kind of excitement and expectation that cannot be felt in ordinary life.

At least that's the case with Thompson.

He was a little thin, holding an M4 provided by Dean, and inspected it familiarly. His little feet shook, causing the repeating crossbow on his waist to bounce up.

This guy is very talented in shooting.

"Wow, Dean, you really let me use this gun?" He took a few false aim of the gun very professionally and sounded excited.

He has only done this thing as a target, but never in actual combat.

After all, he is only fifteen years old.

"Your expertise gives me enough trust in you. Where did you learn to shoot?"

Thompson put away the gun and said with a smile: "When you were in college, your uncle taught me. He said that a man must learn how to effectively use weapons to protect his family. He also took me to hunt gray wolves."

Thompson must have been twelve years old when Dean was in college.

Worthy of being a cowboy.

The education method is very hardcore.

Dean nodded in agreement: "Uncle is right."

Living in this country, you don't have to take the initiative to shoot, but if someone threatens the safety of you and your family, you'd better have the ability to kill that person.

Just then.

Ouch~

The howling of wolves echoed in the mountains.

This is the wolf pack that comes out to look for food at night calling for its companions.

However, the Hagar Mountains are just one of the peripheral mountains of the Rocky Mountains, and there are not many carnivorous beasts, so there is no need to worry too much.

The two men packed their weapons, ammunition, and tools, hung up strong searchlights, and headed into the mountain.

Dean had been here last time, so he was quite familiar with it.

It took about more than an hour.

A small lake glowing with silver appeared in front of them.

Thompson stood panting on the hillside, looking at the scene in the U-shaped valley below, and couldn't help but open his mouth: "It's so beautiful, I seem to have seen the scene in the book where the knight meets the princess."

"Then they go down to take a shower together?"

"Dean, you're so tacky!"

Thompson rolled his eyes at Dean and couldn't wait to get down, but Dean lifted him up and threw him behind him.

"Remember, in wilderness operations, you must learn to observe your surroundings."

"Around?"

While Thompson was surprised by Dean's huge strength, he looked around in a formal manner, and then broke out in a cold sweat.

I saw small fluorescent green dots shaking in the distance.

This is not a laser pointer, but the reflection of beasts in the night, which helps them collect enough information in the dark.

"Five little wolf cubs." Dean dropped his backpack and clenched his fists: "It seems that you can still stretch your muscles before hunting for treasure."

When I came here a few days ago, there was no sign of gray wolves here.

It is estimated that when Massa cleaned up the carcasses, he left too much smell, which was spread by the surging mountain wind and finally attracted this group of North American gray wolves.

North American gray wolves are mostly active in the northern part of North America, near Canada, but a small number have migrated due to hunting in recent years and have dispersed into major mountain ranges in North America.

There are also a small number of people who were secretly relocated by some animal protection groups.

They were happy.

The surrounding ecosystem has been greatly affected.

This thing can reach a total length of 1.8 to 2 meters in adulthood, and generally weighs 50-80 kilograms. The largest North American gray wolf can even reach 90 kilograms, making it the largest canine in this parallel world.

Thompson watched Dean take off his pants and shoes in the blink of an eye, revealing his perfectly sculptured figure. While envious, he licked his lips: "Dean, don't tell me that you want to fight with those things."

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"why not?"

Dean grinned, and when his little brother looked at him as a madman, he took out a sharp dagger and made a small cut on his arm.

The fresh smell of blood blew along the mountain wind to the downwind where the wolves were hiding, causing them to become restless.

"Protect yourself!"

Dean patted his little brother on the shoulder, and without waiting for him to stop him, like a human cheetah, he took the initiative to rush toward the wolves with an exaggerated running stride.

So provocative.

Make this group of wolves roaming across this strange mountain range angry!

Ouch~

Accompanied by a roar from the leader.

Three huge figures, covered with moonlight, came forward from three directions at a speed not weaker than Dean's.

The next moment.

Dean jumped up, faced the bright moon, knelt down and smashed hard, hitting the wolf's head that jumped up in front of him, with a mouth full of ferocious fangs.

This moment.

Time seems to freeze, turning into a close-up full of violent beauty.

There was a dull sound when touched.

Two fangs flew out with blood.

The giant wolf weighing hundreds of kilograms was like a dent in the skull of cement. It hit the ground hard. He whimpered and tried to raise his head, but he couldn't stop the large flow of hot blood from his eyes, nose, and ears.

After two twitches, the body stopped moving.

He was killed by one blow!

One knee knocked a gray wolf away.

Dean didn't even look at it. He retreated with tiger strides without looking back. As if there were eyes behind him, his right elbow was hit by the sharp cold wind, with a devastating force, knocking away another gray wolf that was rushing towards him.

, at the same time, his right leg was like a steel whip, hitting the head of the last gray wolf hard, kicking the opponent's body of more than 100 kilograms back into the air, writhing and howling, and smashed into a bush.

In the blink of an eye.

Three large gray wolves came to kill, one was killed and two were seriously injured, and the whole army was wiped out!

Cool!

Dean shook his shoulders and exhaled a large mouthful of white hot breath.

This kind of pleasure from fist to fist fight is completely incomparable with shooting from a long distance.

He strode up to the two gray wolves that had lost the ability to move. He whipped one wolf's legs and ended their suffering.

After her father passed away, Sheila was able to raise her four brothers and sisters by herself, and her grandfather's family gave them a lot of help.

Such complete fur.

Just in time for Christmas, I gave it to my grandpa and his family as a gift.

hillside.

Thompson was holding an automatic rifle, his eyes wide open, his mouth slightly open, his mind went blank, like a sculpture in the cold wind.

He knew that the second brother, Dean, was muscular and, like his eldest brother, had been invincible in the school since childhood. Even now, there are legends about the two of them in the school.

As a result, no one dared to bully me and my sister at school.

But everything in front of me.

It's still beyond Thompson's knowledge.
To be continued...