Chapter 49: The Fearsome Beast

  Unknown enemies, unknown survival environment. Everything here has long been notorious for the island of hunting. The so-called hunting island is that on this island you can hunt and kill any creature to enhance your combat power, while also being prepared to be hunted at any time.

  At this moment, the lone wolf quietly crouched on the tree trunk through the scope, a human figure was cautiously advancing forward in the darkness. It wasn't until he got closer that the lone wolf could see clearly, it was a white man, about 20 years old, with a camouflage-colored bandana on his head serving as a disguise for a helmet, and he was holding an AK47 rifle painted in camouflage colors. When he arrived at the foot of the tree where the lone wolf was hiding, he visibly let out a sigh of relief, took off his heavy backpack and leaned it against the base of the tree. The young white man did not notice the lone wolf hidden in the treetop, motionless and with its gun trained on him, nor did he notice the lion roaming just 50 meters away.

  With a slight glance, he caught sight of the lion's hindquarters slightly raised, as if ready to pounce. The lone wolf was pondering whether or not to save this person. The environment here was too complicated; having one more companion would undoubtedly increase his chances of survival by several percent.

  Just as the wolf was hesitating, the lion had already pounced! The several hundred kilograms of its body slammed into the rotten vegetation layer of the rainforest, producing a considerable gust of wind. The man under the tree was clearly stunned by this sudden appearance of a monster! Who would have thought that you could encounter a lion in the rainforest?

  The wolf was about to shoot the lion subconsciously, but that huge beast mouth had already tightly bitten the man's throat under the tree. The man didn't even have time to pull the trigger before becoming the lion's dinner.

  In the night vision goggles, the lone wolf's face turned white as he stared at the male lion below devouring its prey mouthful by mouthful, the fluorescent-colored field of view rendered bloody and terrifying. It wasn't until this moment that the lone wolf understood the horror of Hunting Island.

  The lions eating seemed to have smelled the strange smell on the book, and from time to time stopped to face the remaining wolves in the tree, letting out low growls, the low calls were like reminding the remaining wolves who were trying to fall into a light sleep that a terrifying meal was taking place less than ten meters below them.

  At some point, the lion finally ate its fill and left. The next morning, the wounded wolf slowly opened its eyes. Remembering the wild beast from last night, the wounded wolf suddenly looked down. Fortunately, this guy had already left. The wounded wolf secretly rejoiced.

  Unintentionally, the lone wolf saw that there was a corpse on the ground, with its entire face bitten to shreds and limbs nowhere to be found. The lone wolf suppressed his urge to vomit, picked up the rifle in his hand, scanned the surroundings, and quickly jumped down from the tree. Today, he had to find a suitable place to rest. Having just walked out for less than 20 meters, the lone wolf again suppressed his nausea and returned to the corpse that was starting to stink. The tattered combat uniform could no longer be found with any items that could identify the opponent's identity, an "82" ID tag marked in fluorescent color lay scattered on the grass nearby. The lone wolf picked up the opponent's rifle, carefully inspected it, then picked up the opponent's backpack and turned to leave. He didn't come here for a picnic; he had to make good use of all available resources. As he walked away, the lone wolf muttered to himself in consolation, shaking off the flesh fragments from the backpack.

  After two hours, the lone wolf finally found a water source again. Here was a small waterfall with a drop of less than three meters. Fortunately, behind a heap of weeds and rocks, the lone wolf finally found its second den.

  The Lone Wolf put down the AUG in his hand, and the view of the scope was blocked. The Lone Wolf decided to take a closer look. He took off his equipment and placed it on a nearby large tree, and then, holding the AK47 he had picked up, he made his way upstream towards the small waterfall. Crouching on the rock, the Lone Wolf slowly poked his head out to take a look down below. A clear military boot print was left on the dry rock! Someone's occupied? The Lone Wolf muttered to himself. After thinking for a moment, he decided that it wouldn't be possible to find another hiding spot as ideal as this one, so he decided to occupy this place.

  He picked up a stone and threw it at the entrance of the cave, but after nearly ten minutes, no one came out. Was there really no one inside?

  Zanlang picked up another stone and threw it over, but still no one came out. Zanlang's patience had been worn thin, so he grabbed the rifle beside him and turned back from where he came. Step by step, he cautiously approached the entrance of the cave, his rifle at the ready to fire at any moment. Only five meters left, Zanlang muttered to himself, gritted his teeth, and suddenly rushed out!

  "I'm going to die!" Just seeing the scene in the cave, Lang couldn't help but curse out loud, and his body involuntarily shook before he hastily retreated at high speed! This time Lang was really scared, returning to where he had just hidden, calming down for a long time before standing up with a pale face and moving towards the entrance of the cave again.

  This time he didn't dare get so close again, inside there was a creature he feared most.

  Although he didn't want to make a move so early, Zhan Lang really didn't want to give up this place. In the end, he pulled down his favorite flashbang from his chest. He hoped that this thing would be of some use to him; otherwise, he could only change places. Zhan Lang muttered to himself as he bit down on the ring and threw the flashbang into the cave entrance. Following a strong burst of light, a low, mournful howl came from within the cave!

  A python slithered out! Looking at this thing as thick as a big leg, the lone wolf turned his head and ran in one direction. In the rainforest, the speed of the python is much faster than that of humans. The lone wolf dodged left and right, but only managed to run less than 300 meters before being caught up by the giant behind him. At this time, he didn't dare take risks, turned around and jumped onto a large tree trunk to avoid the attack from behind, while the AK47 in his hand sprayed a long burst of fire at that huge triangular head!

  Due to the haste, and also facing this thing involuntarily with some tension, the bullet only scratched a blood groove on the scales of the forest eel, not only did it fail to cause fatal damage to the forest eel, but instead provoked its ferocity!

  The lone wolf dodged the forest wraith's swinging tail and fired his rifle again, three bullets accurately hitting the wraith's body, but that alone couldn't kill it. The lone wolf got up and continued to run back, with the enraged wraith naturally in hot pursuit. Just as the wraith's triangular head was about to attack the lone wolf again, the latter suddenly dodged and rolled to avoid the attack, causing the wraith to fail and crash to the ground. The lone wolf had been waiting for this opportunity! He swept his rifle horizontally, almost shoving the barrel into the wraith's mouth! A 7.62mm bullet burst out, finally shredding the ugly triangular head, and the lifeless body, under the influence of inertia, heavily crashed onto the lone wolf who was lying on his back, almost burying him under the stinking wraith.

  The huge impact also made him feel a wave of suffocation, and with great effort, he pushed away the stinking centipede on his body, spitting out a mouthful of saliva in disgust. Damn it, fearing what would come next, in the end, he still had an intimate encounter with this disgusting guy!

  Returned to the cave again, the remaining wolves cautiously made their way in, afraid that another terrifying creature would pop out. Fortunately, apart from a corpse on the ground with not a single intact bone left after being strangled by the python, there were no other living creatures.

  In the morning, that disgusting corpse had unknowingly increased the residual wolf's immunity by a large margin. Looking at this disgusting corpse again wasn't so nauseating. After stripping off the useful equipment from the body, the residual wolf grasped the corpse's waist and slowly dragged it to the forest python's corpse, leaving behind the AK47. Hopefully, it would confuse the unknown enemy... The residual wolf wiped away the sweat on his face and sighed as he returned to the cave.

  Although I found a suitable hiding spot and unexpectedly obtained two sets of equipment, the Lone Wolf didn't feel particularly excited. This small island was really too terrifying.

  He glanced at the bloodstains on his body, and with a bitter smile, he walked under the small waterfall. The clear water washed away the dirt on his body, and even several large carp were knocked onto his body. His face lit up with joy, and he used his military dagger as a fishing spear to squat down and grab one of the fish, taking advantage of the opportunity to clean himself up while washing off the bloodstains.

  Retrieved the backpack from the tree, the Lone Wolf walked into the cave. It was only then that the Lone Wolf saw clearly that the entire cave was L-shaped, with a depth of about 8 meters, and the innermost part of the cave turned inward for about three meters. After opening the tactical light and carefully searching again, the Lone Wolf finally put his mind at ease. At least there was a foothold to serve as his own hiding place, and next was to find his opponent.