A blast of cold air hit my face, making it feel tight and my nose a little sore.
The snow had stopped, but the sky remained overcast, with thick clouds pressing down on the treetops.
The weather isn't exactly great.
In the garage, the black Ford Raptor pickup truck sat quietly.
Su Wei drove the Raptor out, then went back and locked the garage door.
He then helped Emily into the passenger seat, carefully closed the door for her, and then went around to the driver's seat himself.
ignition.
"BOOM!"
The engine let out a deep roar.
Two minutes after warming up the car, the huge off-road tires crushed the snow on the ground, making a teeth-grinding squeaking sound, and steadily drove out of the yard.
The two didn't talk much along the way.
The train carriage was filled with the faint sound of country music from the radio, and the banjo sounded somewhat lonely in the wilderness.
Upon arriving in town, Su Wei parked the car downstairs at Emily's apartment building.
"Arrive."
"Thanks."
Emily unbuckled her seatbelt, placed her hand on the door handle, hesitated for a moment, and then turned to look at Su Wei.
"Be very careful. If... if you need help, I mean if it's about analyzing animal behavior, call me anytime, even in the middle of the night."
"Okay, I will."
Su Wei nodded, her gaze softening.
Watching Emily limp into the apartment building, until her slender figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, the tenderness in Su Wei's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by contemplation of something else.
He shifted into Drive, Raptor let out a low growl before turning and heading towards the other end of town.
There was an inconspicuous red brick house, hidden behind a few old oak trees.
A rusty iron sign hung at the entrance, swaying in the wind.
Old Charlie's Guns and Outdoors.
This is the Hunters' Guild's designated cooperation point, and also where professional hunters throughout Kodiak Island replenish their ammunition.
Su Wei pushed open the door and went in.
"Ding-dong."
The brass bell on the door rang.
The shop was dimly lit and had a strong smell of gun oil.
Behind the counter, a bald old man was intently wiping an old Winchester lever-action rifle with a gun cleaning cloth.
"What do you need? If you're looking to buy one of those fancy AR-15s to shoot bottles, turn left after you leave; the cheap stuff there will suit your taste."
Old Charlie didn't even look up, his voice hoarse.
I want to go to the north slope.
Su Wei walked to the counter and gently tapped the thick, bulletproof glass surface with his fingers.
"Hunt down a big one, the king of the island."
The action of wiping the gun stopped abruptly.
Old Charlie raised his head, and his previously cloudy gray eyes instantly sharpened.
He looked Su Wei up and down, his gaze finally settling on the brand-new bronze badge on Su Wei's chest, which was indeed that of a professional hunter.
Su Wei took the professional hunter's ID card out of his pocket, placed it on the counter, and handed it over.
Old Charlie reached out and picked up the identification; it was indeed that of a professional hunter.
Although he's only level 1, he's still a qualified hunter.
However, his expression changed when he saw the extra line of small print on the document.
[Mentor: Black ]
Old Charlie's eyes flickered, and he returned the documents.
" Black's apprentice?"
"Yes."
"Ha, that old bastard finally decided to send the newbies to their deaths?"
Old Charlie muttered something, put down his gun, and his attitude changed noticeably, showing a hint of approval for his fellow human beings.
"Since we're going to risk our lives against Black, ordinary gadgets won't cut it. To take down that thing, you need cannons, something that can deliver the final blow."
"That's what I think too."
Su Wei was prepared for this.
Although the system granted him the ability to assist with marksmanship, the laws of physics cannot be violated.
According to Aruk, the brown bear weighed over 600 kilograms, making it an extremely rare giant bear.
Its fur is incredibly thick, and coupled with its current agitated state, its adrenaline is surging.
If a regular.308 caliber bullet hits it, it won't kill it unless it hits the brainstem or heart; instead, it will enrage it completely.
At that distance, provoking a brown bear is tantamount to suicide.
Moreover, the snow on the mountain has not yet been cleared.
The terrain was a disadvantage for them.
Any recommendations? Money is no object.
"Come with me."
Old Charlie grinned, turned around, and opened the heavy iron gate behind him with a sound so deep it made your teeth ache.
He went into the VIP storage room, and a moment later, he came out carrying two heavy black boxes, slamming them heavily on the counter.
"Bang!"
Dust rose lightly.
"Since money isn't an issue, let's go for it from the start."
He opened the first box.
Inside lay a ruggedly designed revolver. The silver stainless steel barrel gleamed coldly under the light, with an extra-long barrel fitted with a counterweight, and a black rubber grip.
" Ruger Super Redhawk, .454 Casull caliber."
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Old Charlie took out a bullet, thicker than Su Wei's thumb, its golden casing filled with lethal gunpowder.
"This thing can punch through a car hood and even shatter the engine block. If a bear pounces on you at close range, it's your last chance, your only lifeline. If you can hold onto it, it can save your life."
Su Wei reached out and picked up the gun.
Sink.
That was my first impression.
But this sense of heaviness actually made him feel at ease.
He tried to raise the gun and aim, his arm muscles slightly tense. The Hunting Module's enhancements allowed him to become familiar with this heavy pistol, and the muzzle was very stable, not moving an inch.
The Ruger Super Redhawk. As Old Charlie said, this is the ultimate backup weapon, the last line of defense when facing close-quarters pursuit by large prey.
It is not a traditional hunting rifle, but it is the last line of defense for anyone who is keen on hunting large prey.
It is also a legendary pistol in the hearts of hunters.
"I'll take it."
Su Wei lowered his gun, his voice calm.
Old Charlie flashed a set of teeth stained yellow by tobacco and nodded approvingly.
He then opened the second box.
It was a box of exquisitely crafted rifle bullets, each one like a work of art.
". .300 Winchester Magnum, 220 grains, Nosler Partition Bullet."
Old Charlie picked up a bullet, pointed to the warhead, and his tone became very professional.
"The front is soft and pointed, the back is hard and solid. Once it penetrates the flesh, the front part explodes, creating a huge cavity that shreds the internal organs; the back part remains intact, providing enough penetrating force to break the bones. This is a death invitation specially prepared for those big, thick-skinned creatures."
This is exactly what the Su Wei needed.
His previous soft-point bullets were fine for shooting deer, but they were really too much of a stretch for behemoths of this size.
"This box contains twenty rounds; I want five boxes."