Black had already dashed five or six meters ahead, his figure appearing exceptionally tall against the wind and snow.
"Stay close to me. Forget about the deer, your only target is the bear. Charge at it."
"Waaah!"
Caesar became excited and began to growl continuously.
The four hounds followed Black's lead and charged forward.
Su Wei did not answer.
He responded with his actions.
The [ Hunting Module ] is running at full power at this moment.
The sounds of the wind, the crunching of snow underfoot, and the heavy breathing of two giant beasts in the distance were automatically layered and filtered in Su Wei's ears.
The cool sensation in my mind grew stronger.
With his Ruger Super Redhawk tucked into his belt and Browning rifle in his hand, he strode across the snow.
Each step was precisely planted on the hard surface of the snow, ensuring swift movement.
This is the Environmental Understanding bonus from the [ Hunting Module LV2 ].
In the field of vision, the originally gray and monotonous snowfield world suddenly had several distinct lines added.
Those were golden trails.
[Passive Effect: Ballistic Trajectory Activated]
Although they were only auxiliary, those dotted lines predicted the movement of the brown bear in the distance.
It's veering to the right, trying to cut in on the inside, trying to intercept the moose before it rushes to the top of the hill.
Su Wei adjusted his breathing; the cold air filled his lungs, carrying away the excess heat, but igniting the pumping in his blood.
450 meters.
Four hundred meters.
He raised his gun as he ran.
That tactile sensation of becoming one with the weapon surged back into his mind; the heavy revolver felt weightless in his hands, an extension of his arm.
The sights on the gun rose and fell with his steps, but never strayed out of the range of the brown bear's body.
This is what Firearms Mastery.
He doesn't need to aim deliberately; as long as he has the gun in his hand, he knows where the bullets will go.
Ahead, the moose had clearly also realized its predicament of being surrounded from both sides.
On the left are the Old Kash and his son, frantically waving and roaring, trying to scare the bear back; behind them is a brown bear in hot pursuit; on the right are Black and Su Wei approaching at high speed.
It panicked and completely lost its composure.
Its massive body came to a sudden stop on the snow, its four hooves kicking up a cloud of snow.
It wanted to turn around and run back.
But this was precisely the opportunity that brown bear had been waiting for.
Just as the moose slowed down, turned around, and revealed its side...
"Roar."
The Kodiak brown bear let out a roar that made one's eardrums ache; the sound was filled with savagery and greed.
Its hind legs pushed off the ground, and its 600-kilogram body soared into the air before crashing down heavily.
The distance between them instantly became zero.
The brown bear's large, heavy right paw slammed down with tremendous force onto the moose's back.
"Click."
The crisp sound of bones cracking, even from over a hundred meters away, clearly reached Su Wei's ears.
The moose let out a mournful cry, and its massive body collapsed to the ground with a thud.
It wasn't dead yet; it was struggling, kicking its hooves wildly, trying to stand up again.
But the brown bear didn't give it any chance at all.
It opened its gaping maw, and its two rows of thick, yellowish tusks locked onto the moose's neck.
Blood gushed out, staining the pristine white snow red; the stark contrast of red and white was dizzying.
"A good opportunity."
Black stopped in his tracks.
He stood 150 meters away from where the two beasts were fighting, holding his double-barreled shotgun horizontally.
The Old Devil's face was expressionless, except for his gray-blue pupils, which had shrunk to the size of pinpoints.
He did not fire.
He's waiting.
If you fire now, the brown bear is shaking and biting violently, making it easy to miss or even hit the moose instead.
He was waiting for that moment—waiting for the brown bear to confirm the prey's death, to raise its head in a show of pride, or to take its first bite.
That's when its vigilance is at its lowest, and also when its weaknesses are greatest.
Su Wei stood fifty meters to the side and behind Black.
He held the gun in both hands, stood sideways, and planted his feet deep in the snow, forming a stable triangle.
The golden Ballistic Trajectory danced wildly before his eyes, eventually converging into a slightly more stable red dot.
500 meters?
No, it's closer now.
Su Wei adjusted his stance, and the crosshair steadily locked onto the brown bear's flank.
That's the lungs; one shot would suffocate this behemoth.
The system's gold trajectory line has turned red, meaning a hit is guaranteed.
Su Wei held his breath and slowly pressed his fingers back.
Just as the trigger was about to be pulled.
At the edge of my field of vision, deep within the black pine forest from which the brown bear had charged, a very blurry shadow flashed.
That wasn't the rustling of leaves in the wind.
It was a colossal, physical entity.
It was always there, behind the brown bear, in everyone's blind spot, watching the hunt like a ghost.
Su Wei's fingers stiffened for a moment.
There's another one?
In that brief moment of hesitation, the battle situation changed dramatically.
The moose, its neck caught in the bite, reacted instinctively to survive. Instead of giving up, it used its intact forelegs to kick the ground frantically, causing the brown bear clinging to it to roll around on the spot.
This caused the part that Su Wei was originally aiming at to be instantly blocked by the moose's body.
The shooting window is closed.
"Fire! Su Wei! What are you waiting for?"
Black's roar came from the left front.
The old hunter clearly couldn't understand why his highly talented apprentice would be spacing out at such a perfect moment.
The brown bear was thoroughly enraged by the moose's roll.
It released its grip, stood upright, and raised its two blood-stained paws high, ready to deliver the final blow to its prey.
Su Wei gritted his teeth, forcibly pulling his attention away from the eerie shadow.
Now is not the time to dwell on that.
If the bear kills the moose and uses the carcass as cover, they will completely lose their shooting angle.
The crosshair is locked again.
But this time it's a positive one.
There was no perfect angle for shooting into the heart, only broad shoulders and a thick layer of fat.
Never mind.
"Bang."
A dazzling burst of flame erupted from the muzzle of .300 Winchester Magnum.
The immense recoil jolted Su Wei's shoulder, causing half of his body to go numb for a moment.
In the distance, the brown bear, which had just straightened up, suddenly slumped to the side.