Henry climbed down the tree, took a few steps forward, and stepped onto the grass.
Sure enough, the grass sank by at least ten centimeters.
"Hahaha!!"
With this grassy area as cover, traps placed underneath are extremely well hidden.
In addition, with these trees around that have many branches, the branches can be used to make lasso traps.
Then it hides under the openwork grass, making it difficult to spot even when you get close.
In conclusion, this place, in terms of terrain, environment, and view, is practically a god-given trap…
Henry couldn't help but burst into laughter...
"Ye Feng, let's see where you run this time! Get ready, they'll be here in about two and a half hours, we need to speed things up."
As soon as he finished speaking, his six subordinates behind him quickly took out tools from their bags.
There were vines, ropes, and two bundles of sharpened splinters.
Henry began preparing for this plan from the very first day of the game.
These days, they are not only traveling non-stop, but also constantly collecting various tools along the way.
Now it has finally come in handy...
While everyone was preparing, Henry took the opportunity to carefully survey the surroundings.
Finally, two relatively easier routes were selected.
He directed and assisted from the side, while the other six were responsible for digging pits, setting up snare traps, covering them, and testing them.
Lacey, a third-generation hunter, was part of the team. With his guidance, and the team consisting entirely of strong, old black men, the team was well-equipped.
Doing this kind of physical labor is something ingrained in their genes, so the setup was completed much faster than expected.
In just one hour, they dug four large holes that were nearly two meters deep.
Six lasso traps were also set up, all in relatively easy-to-walk terrain and buried in an extremely well-hidden manner.
The so-called lasso trap is actually a more powerful version of the bird trap.
The basic idea is to arrange the rope into a circle, then make a trigger device to hold it down, and tie the other end to a flexible tree branch.
Once someone steps in, the mechanism will be triggered, and the rope will quickly tighten around their ankle, either suspending them upside down or throwing them to the ground.
It's pretty much like what's shown in TV dramas.
When they finished their seventh one, Henry decided to test it himself to make sure it was perfect.
He stood at one end of the dense forest, imagining himself as Ye Feng.
Then he stepped on it...
"Whoosh!"
"Well!"
He was clearly prepared, but the tree branch was still stronger.
As the rope tightened, he immediately felt a tremendous force in his right leg, which instantly split him into a split and put him upside down.
Fortunately, Rexy reacted quickly and grabbed the snap rope, preventing him from hanging upside down.
After the ropes were untied, Henry laughed and patted Lacey on the shoulder…
"Well done, Recy. As expected of a third-generation hunter, this trap is quite effective."
Let alone Ye Feng, even Zhan Pengwu probably wouldn't be able to react in time.
"Of course."
Rex showed no modesty whatsoever, his face beaming with pride.
"I once used this thing to catch a bear. I guarantee that no one can escape if they step on it without warning."
"Um!"
Henry nodded in satisfaction... then his smile faded.
He knew that he only had one chance, and if the ambush failed this time, he would probably have to fight head-on next time.
Therefore, to ensure absolute safety, Ye Feng must not be given any chance to escape.
"This is not enough. We need to step up our efforts and completely block Ye Feng's escape route."
After a moment's thought, he resumed directing the group.
Because of the unique terrain, his plan was to ambush the enemy in a crescent-shaped arc on the right side of the trap.
Once one of Ye Feng's men falls into the trap, they will immediately appear and shoot the person who fell into the trap.
Since the group had two bows each, this wasn't a problem.
When Ye Feng realizes he's fallen into a trap, he will instinctively seek cover.
However, since Henry and his group occupied the right side, Ye Feng and his companions had no choice but to head towards a secluded area.
Henry deliberately left an opening for Ye Feng to escape or hide.
Because that gap is where he plans to set up more traps.
Henry is not like Lavezzi; he doesn't have the time to deal with them one by one.
They had been preparing for so many days, all for the purpose of swallowing Ye Feng and his group of eight in one go.
With over 90 million US dollars within reach, the black men worked incredibly hard.
They were sweating profusely, but their faces showed excitement.
Soon, they dug out one trap after another.
During this process, because they were so preoccupied with money, they seemed to forget that they were in the wild.
This is not a place for them to freely fight, because this land has its own masters.
A pair of fierce and monstrous eyes had already unknowingly set their sights on them.
The owner of this eye was staring intently at one of the older black men, his eyes filled with doubt and murderous intent.
Because they needed to dig many traps, the group had a clear division of labor, with each person responsible for one pit.
A tall, burly Black man, easily over 1.9 meters tall, had just finished digging one pit and was preparing to move on to the next when he suddenly felt his legs give way...
He felt like he had stepped on a banana peel and sat down on the ground.
Luckily it wasn't grass, otherwise my butt would have been sore for a while.
"Wadefa!?"
He was very puzzled. It wasn't raining now, so what was that wet, muddy thing that made him trip?
When he got up to look, he found it was a lump of light black feces, which also had a faint stench.
He immediately frowned, his already dark face turning even darker.
How could someone who has survived for so long in the heart of the Amazon and traveled such a long distance not know any survival skills?
He was certain that this was not human excrement, because the color and stench were completely different.
Such a large lump of poop, and it's still wet.
This means that the owner who pulled it must have been a giant beast, and it must have been pulling for a short time.
But just as he thought of this, Henry, who was about to drink water not far away, suddenly heard a strange noise beside him.
Upon closer listening, it turned out to be a "humming" sound.
He immediately raised an eyebrow and instantly guessed what kind of creature it was…
Because I had been working, I had left the compound bow aside.
Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a "whoosh" sound, accompanied by a very obvious pig squeal, as something rushed out from his left rear a few meters away.
This wild boar wasn't particularly large, but it was extremely fast.
Before Henry could even see what breed it was, it darted past him and charged straight at the tall, muscular old black man not far away…
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