Supreme Hunter in the Post Apocalypse

The cave was not deep, and after walking more than 30 meters into it, it came to an end. 

However, apart from piles of white bones, there were only piles of hay, and there was no sign of the pups at all.

Turner's face was ashen, staring at the haystack, the corners of his eyes were twitching. He suddenly cut open the haystack with the muzzle of his rifle. What was exposed below were rocks covered with filth, but still no sign of the pups.

"Lucas, you…"

Someone just said half a sentence, but was interrupted roughly by Turner: "You fucking shut up! Lucas can't make mistakes!"

Turner squatted down, took out his bayonet, picked up a clod of fresh-looking wolf dung, took a closer look, stood up abruptly, pulled the charging handle of the M16 with a click, and shouted: "Fuck! It's a trap! Let's go!"

A veteran followed up and said, "Hey, boss! Who set a trap for us,?Don't tell me it's a carrion wolf! Haha…"

He laughed twice, and found that there was no one around to respond, so he stopped and shrugged sulkily. He also smelled danger, but making a joke at this time should be a good way to relieve tension.

Turner quickened his pace, and said in a low voice, "It's probably a carrion wolf! God, I hope I'm wrong!"

They strode away, took a few steps around the last bend, and came to the entrance of the cave. 

However, the two people guarding the entrance bent over, trembling, and stepped back into the cave step by step! 

Without saying a word, Turner rushed to the entrance, pulled the two people apart, and looked out of the cave.

Turner's eyes widened suddenly, with two dark brown pupils packed with dense carrion wolves!

"God! There are at least three hundred carrion wolves!" Turner's heart tightened suddenly, and he could barely breathe!

Turner suddenly smelled a faint stench, and the instinct he had developed over the years of fighting made him immediately jump backwards, and at the same time shot a long burst at the opening of the cave.

A black shadow flitted across the air like lightning. Its sharp teeth closed at the position where Turner's neck should have been, and then five hot bullets completely knocked his entire belly away!

This was a strong male wolf weighing about 30 kilograms. It was driven several meters away by the impact of the bullets. After landing and rolling a few times, almost all internal organs had fallen off, it was still struggling to stand. He got up, swayed, and let out a menacing growl towards the entrance of the cave, until another male wolf bit off its neck bone with one bite.

Thump! 

Turner fell heavily on his back, knocking down two of his soldiers. When he was helped up, he realized that the cold sweat had already soaked his inner and outer clothes completely!

A veteran glanced out of the cave, his face turned pale immediately, and said, "Boss, it looks like we're trapped."

Another person checked the walkie-talkie in his hand, shook his head, and said, "There is no signal from the base at all."

"We have food and water for another ten days."

"We only have one base of ammunition, and that's not enough to kill them all."

Several veterans reported the situation of supplies one by one, and Turner's face became more and more gloomy. He stood cautiously one meter away from the entrance of the cave, looking out, the more he looked, the more chill he felt in his heart.

The strong carrion wolves were patrolling back and forth, and their saliva dripped on the scorching rocks in the valley, with white smoke evaporating. 

However, although they were hungry, they all stayed 500 meters away from the entrance of the cave. 

It seemed that they also knew that beyond this distance, the power and accuracy of automatic rifles would be greatly reduced. 

More than 300 carrion wolves in the valley made it impossible for Turner's team to break through. If they escaped from the shelter of the cave, the fast and agile carrion wolves only needed to surround them on all sides, and a single charge could tear the entire team to pieces.

Turner retreated into the cave, sat down against the cave wall, and said, "It seems that these carrion wolves are trying to trap us here. I need two guys to guard the entrance, and the shift changes every two hours. Lucas, Greg, you two start first, and the others rest. I hope we are lucky enough that the reinforcements from the base can find us."

The soldiers sat down against the cave wall one after another, closed their eyes, and fell asleep. Now they had to save their energy, and no one knew how long they would have to stay here.

But almost no one could really fall asleep, and there was always a lingering question in everyone's mind: How did these carrion wolves suddenly become so smart? They knew how to lay a trap, and they also knew how to avoid the most lethal range of automatic rifles. And even though they were hungry, none of the wolves would cross that invisible boundary. Such a performance was like...

An army!

"Boss! Come and see!" Lucas suddenly called out hastily. He deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Turner moved cautiously to the hole and looked out. Following the Kevinction of Lucas' finger, he finally saw the leader of the pack.

This was a different wolf. 

Its huge body and smooth pure black fur were rare among carrion wolves.

But the most shocking thing was that this wolf was standing!

Occasionally, the alpha wolf would land on its four paws, but most of the time it stood upright, commanding the pack with howls of different lengths and tones and its front paws.

An experienced soldier listened carefully for a long time before exclaiming: "There are more than 30 different syllables at least! If these syllables can be combined, it is almost a language. Is this really a carrion wolf?"

Turner sat down against the cave wall again, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Of course, it is a carrion wolf. I am not surprised if carrion wolves can talk. Anything can happen these days. We have to think a way to kill him!"

Greg was the sniper in the team. 

He set up the SVD sniper rifle and slowly used the cross in the scope to lock the wolf. The alpha wolf was a thousand meters away from the cave, and it was obviously more vigilant and agile than ordinary carrion wolves. 

If someone wanted to hit a target at this distance, unless they were Psionic Domainers who had strengthened twice the Sniper Specialization, and used advanced sniper rifles produced by a large company in the new era, they would have a chance.

Greg was not a shooter with a Sniper Specialization of the second level, and what he was holding was an antique sniper rifle from the old era. 

So, whether he could hit it totally depended on luck.

"I have to find a way to kill him!" Greg kept repeating to himself in his heart, and the cross patiently followed the wolf.

Finally!

The alpha wolf straightened its body and stretched its nose to sniff something in the air. 

Of course, Greg would not miss such a rare opportunity, and he immediately and decisively pulled the trigger!

Boom! 

The huge recoil hit Greg heavily on the shoulder, pushing him back ten centimeters. 

However, Greg could see clearly through the scope. At the moment when the gun spewed sparks, the alpha wolf suddenly fell down with incredible agility and disappeared among the pack! A second later, a huge blood flower bloomed on a carrion wolf, cutting off almost all of its flexible and powerful waist. 

Greg's heart sank to the bottom. 

There was only one such opportunity, and since he missed it, there would be no next time.

Greg buried his head in his arms helplessly.

A rough, powerful, and warm hand patted Greg's shoulder, and then Turner's unique calm voice sounded in Greg's ears: "In the past twenty years, I have done worse things than this. Don't overthink it, lad. If you can't do it, none of us here can. There are times when we just have to do our best and leave success to luck."

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Three days passed.

The alpha wolf was still coordinating and directing the actions of the pack and maintaining order. Those carrion wolves who refused to obey were killed one by one. When necessary, it still walked upright, but never stayed in one place for long. And more often, it completely disappeared among the pack. 

Except for the appearance of a wolf, it looked more like a calm, cruel, and cunning human commander from every aspect.

"Got to kill it!"

On the ridge, a green left eye with gray stripes was staring at the wolf. 

No one knew when he lay down on this hillside overlooking the entire valley. 

The thick yellow-brown blanket wrapped his whole body, making him perfectly integrated with the surrounding rocks. 

He didn't know how long he had observed, but finally, a muzzle wrapped with brown cloth strips protruded from under the blanket inch by inch, and the old-fashioned front sight above the muzzle slowly caught the wolf's head…