Chapter 115 The Hunter

I raised the clear glass and observed the mulberry wine. The color of the wine was particularly beautiful, a slightly transparent purplish-red, which looked mysterious and noble under the indoor light.

I tried taking a small sip, and it had a faint mulberry aroma, and I even had the illusion that it was mixed with a hint of rose. The aroma of wine was stronger than the fruit aroma.

The overall taste is sweet, with a slight sourness and a touch of astringency. It's normal for homemade wine to have some astringency, which is perfectly acceptable.

I nodded, expressing my satisfaction with the taste of the mulberry wine. I drank a small glass of mulberry wine with my cured pork and sausage rice.

Slightly tipsy after the meal, with a flushed face, I simply lay down on the sofa, covered myself with a small blanket, and took a short nap.

Half asleep and half awake, I vaguely heard a man shouting outside the courtyard.

Is anyone there? Is anyone in the yard?

The rough male voice, filled with anger, continued to shout with great force.

I thought I was dreaming, but then the little melon next to me let out a threatening whimper.

I sat up abruptly, quickly put on my coat, grabbed my crossbow, and headed outside.

The yard's defenses are pretty good now, so I'm not too worried that he can force his way in. But if something happens, I'll still go out and check.

I guessed that the people outside the courtyard were strangers. If they were from the White Town base, they would most likely ask if the girl was home, rather than shouting loudly to ask if anyone was there.

Upon reaching the courtyard gate, without opening it, he asked loudly, "Is there something you need?"

Upon hearing that it was a woman inside the courtyard, the hunter's attitude became even worse than when he had knocked on the door earlier.

"You little bastard, are you deliberately hiding from me? I've been calling you for ages and you haven't said a word. If you don't come out soon, I'll wipe out your whole house!"

A rough, ruthless voice came from outside the door; it was clear he was no good. I didn't dare to get too close and just wanted to get him to leave immediately: "What do you want?"

"You set the trap on the mountain, didn't you! There's still blood in the pit. There was supposed to be a fat wolf for me to drink with, but you, you little brat, ruined it all!"

It turned out to be that troublesome hunter who often sets traps in the mountains. He came to my door because of the incident where I rescued Sang Biao, but I absolutely could not admit it.

I feigned complete ignorance and impatience, and gave him the boot: "What trap? I don't have time for your business. Get lost and don't bother me!"

"I walked through the traps, leaving my footprints, and you still dare to deny it?"

The hunter's voice grew increasingly fierce, and I was somewhat frightened; my calves trembled uncontrollably.

Little Gua probably sensed that the people outside had ill intentions, and started barking wildly at the door.

"Oh, there are dogs too! Dogs are great! Dog meat hot pot is perfect for winter, haha."

The hunter was clearly excited when he heard there were dogs in the yard.

I didn't know what he was going to do, and I didn't care about being afraid. I climbed up the ladder to the courtyard wall in two or three steps and looked out through the opening in the wall.

A gun! A tall, muscular, and ruthless man carried a gun on his back!

The first thing I saw was a gun.

"You're not opening the door, huh? Then I won't waste any more words. Once I break in, you and your dog will be mine! I'm not only going to eat the dog, I'm going to devour you completely!"

The hunter chuckled loudly and lewdly, threw down the cloth bag in his hand, drew the gun from behind him, and carefully examined the gate, studying where to aim the bullets most effectively.

Clearly, his attention was entirely focused on the door, and he didn't notice me observing through the small opening in the wall.

I trembled all over, and the suffocating feeling I had when three thugs broke into my house last time came flooding back.

The hunter fired the first shot, hitting the valve in the middle of the gate.

With a loud bang, the bullet struck the bolt, but the door remained unmoved.

"Damn it! I can't even open one door!"

The hunter cursed angrily, then looked around, preparing to fire elsewhere.

When I heard the gunshot, only one thought was screaming in my mind: kill him!

He's dead, so I, the wolf pack, and the dogs are all safe.

If I don't act, he'll shoot down my door, kill my dog ​​and make it his meal, I'll become a prisoner, and the safe haven I've lived in for the past few years since the apocalypse will be his to take over...

After a brief moment of thought, the hand made the move.

The days of archery training came in handy at this moment. He took an iron arrow and mounted it into the crossbow.

With muscle memory, his fingers rested on the crossbow, and his eyes and arrows automatically aimed at his neck.

With a "click," the fire button was pressed, and the arrow left the bowstring.

Before I could even see it clearly, the iron arrow had already pierced the hunter's throat.

The hunter's disgusting smile froze on his face. He loosened his grip on the gun, and with a "clatter," the shotgun fell to the ground.

His hand trembled as he reached for his neck, but before he could touch it, he collapsed to the ground and fell silent.

I remained in the position of aiming the crossbow outside, frozen for a moment, and then slowly lowered the crossbow after I came to my senses. My emotions were somewhat complicated.

I killed someone, I really killed someone...

It turns out that human life is so fragile; a gentle blow can shatter it like a broken beer bottle, leaving it irreparable.

If I hadn't struck first, perhaps that lifeless corpse lying on the ground would be mine.

Killing is no big deal. If I don't kill, people will kill me. This is a principle that must be understood to survive in the apocalypse.

After comforting myself for a while, my emotions stabilized somewhat, and the guilt of killing for the first time dissipated considerably.

Aside from the guilt, there was actually a sense of relief, and even more courage to live peacefully in the apocalypse.

With bows and crossbows, they were able to protect themselves and were no longer helpless prey.

He climbed down the ladder, stretched his stiff arms and legs, tucked the crossbow into his waistband, and opened the courtyard gate.

The hunter's body lay on the ground, taking up a large area. His face was full of fierce and ruthless features. It was truly my luck to kill him with a single blow.

I picked up the gun from the ground and examined it closely. It was a very long hunting rifle. I didn't know how to use it, and I didn't dare to touch the switch.

However, I am determined to keep this gun for myself. It must be such a precious firearm, something that could truly save my life.

Pick up the tattered bag from the ground and open it to see what's inside.

The two daggers were clearly sharpened and extremely razor-sharp.

A long rope, a flashlight, and a strange-looking piece of wire.

At the bottom are two heavy little iron boxes, which look somewhat mysterious.

The tin box was opened and found to be full of two boxes of bullets.

I've struck gold! I not only got a hunting rifle, but also two boxes of ammunition. No matter what, I've made a huge profit.

The psychological trauma of killing someone lessened considerably, but I still dared not look at the corpse, for fear of having nightmares.

He took the gun and the cloth bag and went into the yard, locked the gate, and didn't dare to look at the corpse once.