In the distance, the elephant herd, digging with their tusks, twitched their ears.
The lead elephant let out a low call, seemingly in response.
Skilled hunters lay in ambush, black muzzles pointing outward—
Mike lay alone in the "clearing," desperately trying to lick the wound on his leg.
After several attempts, realizing he couldn't reach, he dejectedly lowered his head.
His short tail stopped moving, as if he had fallen asleep, resembling the huge, gray monument in Amelia's dream.
She nearly bit a chunk of flesh from Liam's hand.
The once-empty ground now sprouted a row of small hills half a mile away.
Gray, undulating.
Some say they are the true kings of the forest, these creatures with lifespans comparable to humans, possessing emotions and intelligence on par with humans.
They might have sensed the danger, seen through human tricks. But elephants never abandon their kind.
In the bushes, the muzzle lifted excitedly.
Just one step from the human-made trap.
"Bang—" A piece of rotten pork was thrown from the top of a tree beside Mike.
The stench caused a stir.
The elephant herd retreated a step.
All efforts in vain.
S looked up, meeting a pair of mocking eyes. The person whistled, not at him, but at Danny behind him.
"Animal protection association?"
S's hand had already reached for the gun at his waist, and the cold barrel was pressed against Danny's forehead. "Are you playing dirty with me?"
Almost simultaneously, the mercenaries hidden in the bushes jumped out, their guns aimed at the man in the tree, fingers tightening on triggers. The man was exceptionally agile, hooking his feet around the tree trunk and hanging upside down, causing the bullets to hit the tree instead. Half of his body remained hidden behind the trunk as he calmly opened a large black plastic bag that had been hanging in the tree for some time.
The bag still bore faint claw marks, indicating it had previously attracted carnivorous animals. As soon as the bag was opened, the same putrid smell as the earlier chunk of rotten meat filled the air.
Thud, thud, thud.
A dozen pieces of blood-streaked meat and pig innards were thrown accurately into the animal traps. The sharp, toothed jaws of the traps clamped shut, triggered by the smell of blood. After finishing this task, the man disdainfully brushed his hands and jumped down from the tree.
Just as mysteriously as he had arrived—
"Alright. Don't forget to transfer the money to my account after you escape."
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Predator
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