Chapter 1 (1/2)

The climate of the Andes Mountains is changeable in autumn.

An hour ago, there was heavy rain, but now the sun is blazing.

”The location of the ambush was flawed. Although the rainfall problem was considered, the accident caused by excessive rainfall was ignored. If the landslide had been moved a few meters, the ambush would have been completely destroyed.”

Sean don squirmed like a worm, moving slowly, holding a movement for a long time, some numb hands and feet, while summing up gains and losses.

If we had not known in advance, we could not see from the appearance that there was a living man lying here.

Even when he was active, it seemed normal for the branches to shake, and Sean don's wild camouflage was a master.

”Here it is.”

Sean's ears trembled slightly, his eyes narrowed involuntarily, and his body fell lower.

He knew that this was just a kind of subconscious self psychological comfort, whether he did it or not, the result was the same.

But people are such a self deceptive creature. Sean has no plan to get rid of this vulgar habit, at least it will increase his self-confidence.

Shrubs and weeds shake, branches break sound, heavy footstep sound is clearly visible.

A huge creature came out of the forest with its characteristic languid pace.

This is a bear, shoulder height of one and a half, the length of the adult Andes bear.

This giant, like a prehistoric monster, has a caution that doesn't match its body shape. The first thing it does when it comes out of the mountain forest is to face the wind, hold up a thick nose and sniff, and there is a trace of vigilance in the small and divine eyes, and it seems to be aware of something.

”If you can eat by your strength, you'll come out to be cute. If you don't eat too much, you really want to catch one back to be a hound.”

Sean had a heart in his heart, but this time he restrained his body instinct and remained motionless. He was now in the wind outlet and was smeared with special medicine. Even if the Andean bear had a nose that was several times more sensitive than a hunting dog, it could not really make complaints about what it was.

The previous torrential rain, which nearly destroyed their plans, washed away the last trace of Sean that they could expose. Now it was the cunning nature of the bear, a wild animal's temptation.

Sure enough, the Andes bear only lingered for a short time, then walked slowly to the swift stream again. Halfway through, it stopped again. The man stood up and looked to the mountain ridge to the East.

”Not good.” Sean let out his bow string without hesitation.

Hum!

A long, thick arrow appeared in front of the Andes bear.

Bang!

The Andes bear swings its huge palm with agility that is not in line with its huge size, and directly beats this long, thick and frightening arrow.

Roar!

The Andes bear growled and made the first reaction of being a giant bear - rushing to each other.

One pig, two cattle and three bears.

For the Andes mountain people, these are the three most dangerous creatures in the Andes mountains. As for the giant tiger, the leopard and the forest wolf, these hunters have to stay far behind.

It's not that the killing methods of these three creatures are better than those of the hunters, but the spiritual aspects of these three creatures are worrying. Generally speaking, the intelligence quotient of these three creatures is insufficient. When the hunters meet the mountain people, they will avoid them far away unless they have to.

The first two are because their tusks and horns grow in front of them, and they are bulky and inconvenient to turn around. The latter has absolute confidence in their huge size and combat effectiveness.

When a 3000 pound behemoth galloped at 80 kilometers an hour, it was absolutely amazing. The whole valley was shaking at its feet, and the trunk of an adult's arm was papery in front of it.

At the moment of the first arrow, Sean turned out of his hiding place, jumped up the rock not far away, and made a standard bow step. He plucked his right hand on the bow string like playing a piano. The arrows poured out like a rainstorm. One arrow connected with one arrow. In just 20 seconds, he shot eight arrows.

The young hunter, with black hair, brown eyes and copper skin, is tall and well proportioned. Although he has adult stature, his beard, which is not yet fully opened under his jaw, reveals his real age. At least, he is not old enough to hold the rite of passage.

As the Andes bear approached, Sean's bow was also changing slightly.

From the first full moon to the last half moon, due to this subtle change, the speed of bow opening naturally changes.

The opening speed of the last arrow is more than twice that of the first arrow, and all this is done in one breath.

Sean's breathing is very characteristic at the moment.

When you inhale, it's quick and urgent. You want to empty the air around you.