Chapter Nine Hundred and Twelve Are All A Group of People
It was clearly midday, but the sparse forest was eerily quiet.
There was no buzzing of insects, no sound of wind, no rustling of dead leaves being trampled.
The male lion lay on the ground, with a slender and straight arrow stuck in its lower back. The dark red blood flowing from the wound stuck the hair together, as if it were coated with thick black mud.
piece.
The lion's chest was rising and falling violently, and every breath seemed to be exerting all its strength. It was trying to absorb as much oxygen as possible so that the meager blood could be sent to the whole body through the blood vessels.
Bifang, who was hiding in the shadows, did not make any unnecessary movements. He stood quietly, as if he could hear the sound of the seriously injured lion struggling to breathe, like an old bellows that was aging, damaged, and about to collapse.
Seeing this scene, Bi Fang did not act rashly.
The exposed, dark and reflective arrow shaft is undoubtedly made of carbon fiber, and the unique shield-shaped feather shape of the arrow feathers proves that this arrow is by no means a rough product cut by a primitive tribe with a dagger, but rather
Comes from the assembly line of modern industrial society.
The person who shot this arrow was definitely not a tribesman who was ignorant of the law, but an elite who had received a good education, had a certain social status, and had the financial resources to conduct shooting training, a minority sport.
At this moment, Bi Fang suddenly realized what those guys who had been hiding in the dark were using the elephant corpse to trap.
A lion.
A lion in the prime of life.
Judging from the color of the mane and the opponent's thoughtfulness, this is most likely the lion king of a certain pride.
"The elephant carcass is a bait, and the target is the lion, and it is not an ordinary poaching. The other party wants to satisfy his hunting desire to kill the lion."
Bi Fang finally understood the other party's purpose.
No poacher will use flashy bows and arrows. Only hunting enthusiasts who want to hunt large beasts will use this cold weapon.
The elephant was just bait in a hunting trap.
Understanding this, an uproar instantly arose in the live broadcast room.
Everyone was in disbelief.
A bloody and illegal poaching activity took place in such a grand and undisguised manner in front of tens of millions of viewers, and the root cause was just because a certain social elite wanted to satisfy his desire to hunt wild beasts.
All it takes is a small sum of money to prepare everything, and you can finally shoot the fatal arrow yourself.
In an instant, everyone seemed to smell the smell of blood that was thick and fishy in the air.
[Sentence poachers to death and let’s see who dares to poach]
[As long as there is money to be made, any punishment will be in vain. On the contrary, if the poacher is discovered, the discoverer will be killed directly. After all, it is a death sentence, and it is nothing more than killing one more person.]
[What kind of skill is archery? If you like hunting, just have a one-on-one fight with a lion!]
Unfortunately, Bi Fang has no time to respond to everyone's anger.
He has not forgotten that he did not come here following the footsteps of the Lion King, but the traces left by poachers!
A lion injured by a modern weapon proved beyond a doubt that the group of poachers was here, in this forest!
Many viewers who reacted quickly also understood. After telling others that the poachers might be nearby, the atmosphere in the entire live broadcast room immediately changed.
Some people are nervous, some are worried, and some even have a hint of excitement.
Want to go?
Or retreat and wait for the people from the protection center to arrive?
In fact, as early as yesterday when the elephant carcass was discovered and human traces were found nearby, Bi Fang had already asked viewers in the live broadcast room to take the lead in notifying the conservation center.
The final reply was that they would send someone to investigate as soon as possible.
But Bi Fang was worried that the poachers' plot would succeed, so he chased after them first.
The problem now is that it only took Bi Fang one day to successfully catch up with the target, but the protection center said it would send people there and there was still no sign of it.
Looking at the dying lion with its chest rising and falling, it was obvious that there were not many choices left for Bi Fang.
He hid behind a tree, pressed his back tightly against the trunk, retracted all his limbs to reduce the exposed area of his body, and pressed Harley into the bushes to prevent his head from being exposed.
The situation is somewhat unexpected, and it is no longer possible for Harley to leave independently.
In fact, after nearly two months of training, Harley is already capable of galloping on the grasslands alone, and Bi Fang originally planned to release him in these two days.
But accidents always happen unprepared. Unfortunately, there is not much room for regret now.
Perhaps everyone has hidden a desire to kill and set fire. Bi Fang didn't have much fear in his mood. He held the short spear in his hand, and the veins on the back of his hand slowly protruded.
Adventures, experienced too many times.
He is no longer the rough iron embryo that was just poured out and even has a strange shape.
Every exploration in the wilderness is a solid hammer hitting this rough iron embryo.
The harvest is not just the orange sparks that burst out under the high-temperature and high-pressure collision.
The heart beats steadily and powerfully in the solid chest, pumping an astonishing amount of blood through the blood vessels, rushing like a sea tide with every beat.
The situation of the enemy is not yet known. The only thing that can be determined is that there are at least three people, a guide, a planner, and the final hunter.
There are many enemies and we are few, so being attacked first is not a good choice, and it is still unknown where the opponent is and how far away it is.
Therefore, even if the lion was dying, all Bi Fang could do was wait for the lion to appear first and ask the audience to send a message to the conservation center.
He carefully took out the camouflage made of shrubs and rattan from his bag, and put it on his body almost silently, blending in with the surrounding environment.
Time passed minute by minute in calm waiting. In the tense atmosphere, every second seemed to be stretched to an infinite length.
The lion's breathing became heavier and heavier. What you can see is that it tried to struggle, get up from the ground, and leave here, but the excessive bleeding brought its physical strength to the limit. At this time, there was no extra physical strength for this.
A lion with a severe head injury cannot perform any movement except breathing.
Countless possible outcomes keep popping up in the minds of countless people, imagining what the poachers who will come out will look like.
During this wait, the conservation center finally responded. An "old acquaintance" appeared and revealed the identity of the injured lion.
"Barry, you mean it's Cecil the Lion?"
Bi Fang held the spear and saw the bold font in the barrage at a glance.
He never brought his mobile phone with him when he was live broadcasting in the wilderness. In view of the lessons learned from the past, Langya set up this function in the live broadcast room. When there is a major event that needs to be contacted, this red enlarged font will appear, just like leaving a message.
The responder of the conservation center was none other than Barry, the old breeder whom Bi Fang had met when he was cultivating a relationship with Harley.
After exchanging a few words, Bi Fang immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.
There are far more than three poachers in this group, and there are many people.
And the other party not only hunted the lion king, but also stole the cubs from the entire pride!