Is this what a born hunter is like?
Black looked away and slammed his foot on the gas pedal.
The tracked vehicle roared up a steep slope, and the entire snow-covered valley unfolded before our eyes.
Sunlight pierced through the clouds, shining on the snow and reflecting a dazzling light.
"As long as he has a gun in his hand, and the muzzle is raised more than 45 degrees."
Black's voice remained clear amidst the roar of the engine, tinged with coldness.
"You have the right to fire."
"This is the law of the wilderness, and it's also the law enforcement power you've been given."
The tracked vehicle soared into the air at the top of the snow slope, then crashed down, kicking up a cloud of snow dust.
Black swerved sharply, the car carving a huge arc across the snow.
"Remember, Su Wei."
"There's never any mercy in this line of work."
"Only the living have the right to count money."
Su Wei looked at the snowflakes splashing outside the window, then touched the heavy backpack behind him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"Understood, teacher."
Chapter 82 The Bottom Line of the Hunt, .300 Winchester Magnum (Bonus Chapter)
The tracked vehicle rolled over the thick snow, making a sickening squeaking sound.
The vehicle shook violently.
Black held the steering wheel with one hand and pointed to the storage compartment behind the seat with the other.
There was an engineering plastic box stuck there, its edges and corners severely worn.
"Open it."
Black kept his eyes fixed on the snowy road ahead, his foot on the accelerator not budging an inch.
Su Wei turned to the side and untied the securing net.
The box is very heavy.
Generous portion.
The two metal latches popped open with a crisp sound.
Su Wei lifted the lid of the box.
A matte black rifle lay quietly inside a high-density sponge.
The stock was made of walnut wood, covered with tiny scratches, all marks left from walking through the forest.
The gun barrel was thick and heavy, emitting the distinctive, cool smell of gun oil.
Winchester Model 70.
"Classic style."
Su Wei ran his fingers over the cold barrel of the gun, feeling its solid texture.
"I've used this gun for ten years."
Black's voice came through the engine roar.
"It's been fitted with a heavy barrel; the caliber is .300 Winchester Magnum."
Su Wei raised an eyebrow slightly.
This caliber is more than enough to shoot black-tailed deer.
This thing is usually used to deal with large animals like adult brown bears or moose.
If it hits the torso, the enormous kinetic energy will instantly tear apart the internal organs, paralyzing the prey on the spot.
"I don't want to see that bastard still able to run on his feet."
Black seemed to have guessed Su Wei's idea and tossed him a heavy canvas ammunition pouch.
Su Wei caught it.
Unzip the zipper.
Twelve gleaming yellow bullets were neatly arranged.
The warhead has a red polymer tip, representing excellent ballistic coefficient and expansion.
In addition, a long, cylindrical scope was also found inside the box.
Zeiss 4x fixed magnification.
Simple and durable, unlike those variable magnification sights that are prone to inaccuracy due to impacts.
Su Wei skillfully inserted the scope into the rail and tightened the screws.
Click.
Pull back the bolt, check the rifling, and lock it.
Although the [ Hunting Module ] does not directly provide Firearms Mastery, his previous shooting training made him familiar with this mechanical structure.
Tell me about that guy.
Su Wei placed the gun horizontally on his knees, his finger lightly resting on the outside of the trigger guard.
Once you've taken the gun, you need to know whose body you're going to put the bullet in.
Black lit a cigarette.
The car window rolled down a crack, and the smoke was instantly drawn away by the negative pressure.
"A week ago, those incompetent officials at the Fish and Game Department received a report."
Black exhaled a smoke ring, his words laced with disgust.
"Seven or eight black-tailed deer carcasses were found in the woods to the south."
"They're all headless corpses."
Su Wei paused for a moment as he adjusted the straps.
Only the head? For the antlers.
"More than."
Black swerved sharply to avoid a snow-covered tree stump.
The car suddenly lurched.
"Besides the antlers, the heart and liver were also removed, and the male deer's whip was cut off."
"The remaining hundreds of pounds of meat were just left to rot in the snow."
Su Wei pursed her lips.
On this island, wasting meat is a serious crime.
For a true hunter, this is blasphemy.
Taking only the most valuable parts and discarding the rest of the body is a typical commercial poaching tactic.
"Those idiots in the enforcement team think this is just a hunter who can't take the prey away for the time being, and will most likely save the meat and come back to get it later."
Black sneered, the cigarette glowing intermittently.
"They didn't pay attention until two days later when they discovered the bodies were still there."
"It wasn't until then that we realized it was a group of poachers. We staked out for two days, but didn't spot a single one."
"Until the day before the blizzard."
Black took a deep drag on his cigarette until the butt burned down to the filter.
He flicked the cigarette butt out the window.
"Another body has been found."
"A doe."
"His stomach was cut open."
Black's voice suddenly turned low.
"That doe is pregnant."
The only sound inside the carriage was the crunching of the tracks crushing the snow.
Su Wei's fingers tightened instinctively around the gun.
The knuckles are turning white.
Shooting a pregnant doe, just to take a little bit of its entrails, leaves two lives, one big and one small, on the snow.
"That bastard didn't leave."