Super Zoo

Chapter 123: Chapter 123 One by One, They Die Miserably

"Bang!"

It wasn't clear who fired the shot, but the wild man, with agility that completely belied his huge stature, bolted out like a civet, incredibly evading the bullet.

However, Da Xiong in his grasp was not so lucky, and it seemed to vent his anger, the wild man swung his arm and powerfully smashed Da Xiong onto the ground.

Despite the crashing noise of the waterfall, Suming could clearly hear the dull sound of the impact, 'thud,' his eyelids twitching. He saw Da Xiong's head plant into the ground like a stake, forcibly driven in by the wild man so that his head and half his shoulder were buried underground, leaving most of his body exposed.

The ground of the campsite was covered with a layer of pebbles on top and mud beneath. After Da Xiong was 'plugged' into the ground, his legs twitched up a couple of times, and copious amounts of fresh blood oozed out from between the pebbles.

"Damn, that's too horrific!" Suming grimaced and drew in a sharp breath, it hurt just watching.

The wild man, having vented his anger and killed Da Xiong, suddenly found himself without a shield and was surrounded by the remaining three poachers, each armed with a rifle. They kept their distance, and it seemed the wild man was somewhat afraid of firearms. He dared not make any sudden moves for the moment, bending his body slightly and growling lowly at the poachers.

The poachers had never expected to encounter a wild man on this trip!

When it came to value, a living wild man was priceless. Despite having lost three comrades, if they could capture the wild man, this trip would be worth it!

He's face turned vicious as he yelled, "Don't shoot to kill! We need him alive! Mr. Qian, the tranquilizer gun!"

The poachers were brutal men, accustomed to killing and death and not in the least deterred by the loss of their comrades. On the contrary, they were excited, advancing slowly towards the wild man with their guns, operating on the principle of 'every man for himself.' The more who died, the fewer people there would be to share the loot!

Mr. Qian pulled out a tranquilizer gun, not bothering to aim, and fired!

The wild man, in turn, dodged to the side, evading Mr. Qian's shot, but before he could regain his footing, another poacher shot him from behind with a tranquilizer dart, hitting him squarely in the waist!

"That's not how you speak, He. We both live life on the edge. If you bully me, that's not acceptable!" Mr. Qian said ominously.

"Enough talk, if you want an extra twenty thousand, you'll get it! Hurry up, put that wild man in a cage! Get some hemostatic medicine too, don't let it die!"

"Yeah, that's more like it! See, this is why I respect you, He. A man of his word, honorable!" Mr. Qian said.

He waved his hand impatiently: "Stop talking crap, and get a move on. With such a big fellow, we still need to figure out how to get it out of the mountains!"

"Alright then!" Mr. Qian slung his rifle over his shoulder, held a pistol in one hand and a metal baton for subduing wild animals in the other, and walked towards the wild man.

This kind of metal baton was specifically designed for animals – about one and a half meters long, with a noose at one end. Once the noose was placed around the neck of the prey and pulled tight, the rope would constrict, making it impossible for the prey to reach the person at the other end of the stick, over a meter away. To avoid being strangled, the animal had no choice but to submit.

Mr. Qian skillfully flicked his hand and the noose went around the wild man's neck. The wild man roared, attempting to get the noose off, but Mr. Qian pulled lightly, and the noose tightened around the wild man's neck, digging into its flesh.

"Roar... huff..." The wild man let out a reluctant cry, its hands with long nails clinging tightly to the noose, its eyes bloodshot with rage.

"What're you yelling for? If it weren't for the fact that we plan to sell you, I would've blown your head off already!" Mr. Qian dragged the wild man towards the cage like dragging a dead dog.

Just then a loud gunshot rang out suddenly from behind Mr. Qian.

Mr. Qian ducked his head in fright and instinctively rolled to the side, smoothly unloading his rifle from his shoulder and aiming it at He while lying on the ground: "Big-head He, fuck your mother!"

But He still had his gun slung on his back, holding a half-bottle of mineral water, which he dropped in shock at the sound of the gunshot. He then reached back for his gun.

It wasn't until Mr. Qian aimed at him that He's hand barely touched his gun-barrel, so the shot couldn't have been fired by him.