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- Chapter 91 Old Woman
Putting down his gun, Lin Xiang could only shake his head and smile bitterly as he looked at the direction where the bighorn sheep were retreating.
This was his eighth hunt in two weeks. Including the target just hit, a total of twenty-four sheep were obtained. However, in the first seven hunts, except for the first prey hit by the first shot, all targets hit by the second or third shot did not survive. Despite the use of anesthetic bombs, the bighorn sheep suddenly burst out with powerful physical energy in a short period of time. After the body was paralyzed, it was impossible to forcibly stop this terrible instinctive reaction and the high-speed blood circulation. They can only lie on their backs with their eyes wide open, suffering from the tremendous pressure caused by the increased blood flow rate and the inability of their muscles and bodies to move synchronously. In the end, the stagnant kinetic energy had no choice but to compress the fragile blood vessels and burst suddenly, breaking through the limitations of the heart and forcibly gushing out from the mouth, eyes, nose and other parts, and died tragically with twitching hooves.
The alienation caused by radiation makes this naturally timid animal more sensitive than its ancestors in the old era. They are in a state of high tension at all times. Except when they are hit in a calm state, in other cases, the anesthesia warhead can only bring them death. Lin Xiang, who possesses six-star speed, can use his agile hand speed to control the sniper rifle to fire continuously in a short period of time, but he can only get a living prey when the opponent remains quiet and foraging.
Domestication requires a living body. Injecting an appropriate amount of sedatives and using tender corn stalks to lure them, the captured live sheep can quickly adapt to the new captive environment. Although these timid animals are always looking for opportunities to escape, compared to pigs and hens that are always ready to eat their keepers, they are truly docile domestic animals.
Lin Xiang nimbly jumped into the driver's seat, turned the key and started the car. The off-road vehicle roared, first retreated a few meters, then almost turned around and ran wildly in the direction of the prey.
Five ewes, two rams, and one lamb should be enough to form the first group of domesticated sheep in Yinyue Town.
In the wilderness in summer, the climate is horribly hot. Even if the sun is always hidden behind the clouds, you can still feel the high temperature it releases.
¡°Compared to the desperate cold in winter, the scorching heat in summer makes people more lazy. Thinking about those lazy people lying in the cool shady corners and taking a nap, sweating salty sweat and working hard in the sun that can peel off their skin, it is indeed an unbearable cruel punishment.
A thin figure in ragged clothes walked slowly from a distance. In order to let the body feel the coolness more clearly, the clothes that should have been tied up were left open, revealing skin that was as dirty as black mud and covered with gray scales. Judging from the two aging and shriveled breasts on her chest, which were slumped on her belly like leather bags, it was obvious that the visitor was an elderly woman.
Her lower body was randomly wrapped with a piece of dirty rag, and the ribs clinging to the skin could be clearly seen on her skinny body. Her hair had almost completely fallen off, and large pink pus-like masses were vying to emerge from the bare surface of her skin. The rotten sores were flowing with a disgusting, sticky yellow liquid. Several flies, which were very interested in it, were hovering above her head, falling quickly from time to time, desperately swallowing a few mouthfuls of pus, and then quickly flying up again. The old woman seems to have become numb to this kind of harassment mixed with the annoying "buzzing" sound. She seemed to be too lazy to drive away these damn little reptiles, and just subconsciously scratched the itchy part of her head with her black fingernails, staggering, moving mechanically and woodenly towards the depths of the grass.
She walked aimlessly in the dense bushes. From time to time, she stretched out her fingers as thin as dry wood, dug out the tender roots of some plants from the soil, and wiped them casually on the surface of her tattered clothes. Then he put the lumps of mud that had not yet fallen off directly into his mouth and chewed them randomly. Perhaps it was the taste of the food that wasn't very good, or maybe it was the bitter, slightly prickly feeling in the irradiated juice. The dense wrinkles on the old woman's face were like deep knives, slowly twisting into a direction that made her very uncomfortable. .
Despite this, she did not spit out the roots, all the water in her mouth had been sucked out and turned into crumbs. Still chewing slowly. The lips, which were shrunken inward due to missing teeth, moved rhythmically. At first glance, it looks like the unwashed anus in the middle of the butt is in the wrong place.
A slight gasp came from deep in the grass, attracting the old woman's attention. She instinctively stopped all movements, held her breath, and raised her ears to carefully identify the source of the sound. Suddenly, her cloudy eyes, which were about to close under the heavy eyelids, unexpectedly revealed a look of surprise and ecstasy. Through the gap between the shrubs and grass blades, she could clearly see a gray-white bighorn sheep lying on its side deep in the grass, its lips parted and twitching feebly.
¡°Hehe¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±
The old woman opened her mouth wide,A cheer erupted from his throat like a drowning victim crying for help on the verge of death. She almost pounced from where she was standing like a hungry wolf, spreading her arms to wrap the anesthetized animal tightly in her arms. She greedily stroked the trembling body of the sheep, her eyes as hot as two miniature suns. The wrinkled and blackened fingers were groping back and forth for the two rows of udders under the sheep's belly. The sensitive stimulation prompted the ewe to instinctively feel danger. It twisted desperately and tried to get away, but it could not escape the control of the anesthetic. He could open his eyes wide with fear and tremble desperately in the old woman's arms that exuded the stinky human body odor.
"Praise God, today is really my lucky day. What should I do? Cut it into pieces and cook it into a thick soup? Or add salt and dry it into dried meat? Hey, hey, hey! Such a big sheep will be enough to eat for a long time."
The unexpected prey stimulated the old woman's empty stomach to make an uncontrollable rumbling sound. If possible, she would now like to tear off a piece of fresh meat from the ewe and taste it. But she didn't do that, even though uncontrollable saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth. While muttering to herself, she was desperately thinking about what method she should use to monopolize this whole sheep.
"No, we can't bring this little cutie back to the camp. That bastard Bazarov won't even give me a scrap of meat. They are a bunch of damn pigs. Last night, these guys promised to give me a piece of bread after they were happy. Finally But I gave my mother a fist. No, I must not let them know that I am here¡ª¡ª"
Just when the old woman frowned and racked her brains, a slight tremor suddenly came from the ground. Along with the roar of the engine, a billowing plume of smoke appeared on the distant horizon.
The old woman¡¯s nerves were tense instantly. Her eyes widened and she hugged the ewe tightly in her arms. Her fearful body trembled rhythmically with the vibrations coming from the ground.
There is no doubt that the visitor must be related to the ewe he just discovered. It was impossible for a strong, incapacitated bighorn sheep to suddenly appear in the wilderness for no reason, and the approaching direction of the smoke was also pointing here - obviously, that was the real owner of the prey.
The rational judgment made the old woman's inner greed even more intense. Her pale face widened her eyes, and her violently trembling fingers dug deeply into the soft flesh of the ewe. It seems that he wants to use this most direct and simple method to keep things that do not belong to him.
The off-road vehicle jumped out of the smoke and suddenly slowed down about five meters away from the old woman. The huge inertia pushed the car body to slide sideways, and the wide and sturdy tires stopped steadily within a short distance of the target under the obstruction of rough sand and gravel. A few crushed bushes clung to the surface of the tire, flowing out a pungent-smelling light green sap.
Through the windshield in front of the car, I looked at the old woman who was shaking violently but still hugging the ewe tightly and refused to let go. Lin Xiang's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, then relaxed quickly. He took off the sunglasses from the bridge of his nose and opened the car door. The moment the soles of his boots came into contact with the ground, he could clearly feel the rough texture of the sand and gravel.
From the location of the shooting to the location of the ewe, a wide dry riverbed divided the wilderness into two halves. Thick shrubs blocked the observation line of sight. When the car approached, Lin Xiang discovered the existence of this natural obstacle. As a last resort, he could only walk along the river bed and cross it from a slightly gentle slope. To this end, he spent nearly half an hour.
Lin Xiang is not a stingy person. If it was a dead sheep, he would give it to the other party without hesitation. After all, this thin old woman looked really pitiful.
But now the situation is different, this is a living ewe. If successfully domesticated, it would mean the birth of more lambs in the future. Fresh lamb, cheese, woolen fabrics many things that only exist in imagination may become reality. This simple equivalent conversion relationship makes it necessary for Lin Xiang to get back the prey that should belong to him.
"Hi!"
He took a few steps forward, trying hard to find the right words to talk about in this situation: "Thank you for helping me take care of it for so long. The bullets flew so fast, I ran for a long time to find it here. Thank you, thank you for your help .¡±
The old woman¡¯s eyes were frighteningly cold. Although her body was shaking uncontrollably due to fear, she still clenched her teeth tightly, and her wrinkled face was full of threats and hostility.
The dull atmosphere coupled with the sweltering heat made it so quiet that it was suffocating.
Lin Xiang frowned, turned around, took his backpack from the carriage, and took out a large piece of corn biscuits weighing two kilograms. After thinking about it, I simply took out all the food in the bag, strode up to the old woman, and said pleasantly: "I will exchange these with you, okay?"
The old woman's face changed instantly and soon returned to normal. Just staring at Lin Xiang, something appeared in his eyesIt has a rare softness and is also mixed with unabashed greed and cunning.
"Keep the gun and bullets, and the sheep will be yours." She almost snatched the biscuit handed to her, took a big bite, gasped heavily in her throat and slurred from chewing, and pointed. Looking at the AK rifle that was leaning on the passenger seat of the off-road vehicle, his voice was unclear but his intention was clearly stated.
Lin Xiang took a deep breath, and the black in the depths of his eyes flashed sharply. He said word by word: "Don't go too far. This is my prey."
The old woman could not help but shudder as her tone changed from gentle to cold in an instant. She had no doubt that if the argument continued, the handsome young man would pull out a pistol of astonishing caliber and blow his own head off. But she had no intention of letting go. She clasped the ewe's neck with one hand and grabbed the food with the other. Her dry, toothless lips chewed the biscuits at an alarming speed, while her fearful eyes moved cunningly.
"Leave the gun and bullets. Otherwise, I will crush it to death¡ª¡ª"
The greedy old woman saw through the crux of Lin Xiang's most worrying problem. She knew very well that someone with a gun and a car was definitely not someone she could mess with. She just wanted to take a gamble - in fact, if this young man was as arrogant as Bazarov, she would have given up this ewe that did not belong to her. However, the politeness in Lin Xiang's mind inherited from the old times and the instinctive sympathy for the old and the weak have become her biggest threat and reliance on raising prices at this moment.
"enough¡ª¡ª"
Looking coldly at the greedy old woman, Lin Xiang's muscles suddenly bulged without any warning, and his legs exploded with powerful force to propel his body and fly away at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye. Before the old woman could react, her strong and flexible palms had already pinched her paws around the ewe's neck and flicked it to the side. Amid screams and exclamations, he threw the body, which was so thin that he could barely feel its weight, into the grass a few meters away.
"Bazarov - Kike - come here, I'm here -"
The old woman rolled to the ground and screamed at the top of her lungs. Her eyes were red and she looked like an evil witch from the legend. She vigorously scratched the increasingly itchy abscess on her head, and her chest made a purring sound, like a set of old-fashioned bellows, and her dry, dirty, black breasts swayed back and forth with her body. While shouting, he opened his skinny arms and desperately gathered all the food scattered on the ground and stuffed it into his pockets full of holes.
Pulling the ewe¡¯s legs, she put her into the specially reserved space at the back of the carriage. With a sullen look on his face, Lin Xiang picked up the AK rifle from the passenger seat, pulled the safety lever open, and pointed the black and cold muzzle into the grass behind the old woman.
A group of people are quickly approaching here from a distance of several hundred meters. Although I didn't understand what the old woman was yelling about, these uninvited strangers obviously had something to do with her.
In less than ten minutes, a dozen or so ragged refugees appeared in the center of sight, trampling fragile shrubs. Seeing Lin Xiang holding an assault rifle and the old woman slumped on the ground, they were stunned at first, and then raised simple weapons such as sticks in their hands, their eyes full of vigilance and hostility. As his eyes came into contact with the food and the off-road vehicle on the ground, the expression on his face became a little excited and surprised, and the breathing between his mouth and nose became heavier and heavier.
"Bazarov, that's him, he robbed my sheep -" The thin old woman jumped up from the ground with strength she didn't know where, and hugged a particularly thick man among the refugees. He screamed like he was being injected with chicken blood.
¡°Matryona, shut the fuck up¡ª¡±
Bazarov broke away from the old woman's hand in disgust, spat hard on the ground, frowned and looked at Lin Xiang standing in front of him. After a while, he asked in an uncertain tone: "Who are you? What's going on?"
"Do you think I would snatch her things?" Lin Xiang snorted coldly and raised the muzzle of his gun.
As a reaction to this move, several old-fashioned gunpowder guns of astonishing caliber were immediately stretched out from the commotion of the refugees. Although this old weapon has a slow reloading speed, it has terrifying power in close range fire.
Seeing this, Lin Xiang casually released his left hand holding the handle of the gun and stretched it forward. Under the gaze of countless doubtful eyes, a blazing flame as high as a meter suddenly shot up from the center of the smooth and smooth palm. The flames rose up like a dragon and immediately caused a wave of exclamations and panic among the refugees.
"Are you a superpower?" The corners of Bazarov's eyes twitched. He suddenly felt that his throat was extremely dry and bitter, as if he had survived in the desert for a week. After hesitating for a moment, he finally said nothing, turned around and walked towards the way he came from with a gloomy face."He is only one person, what is there to be afraid of?"
Seeing this scene, the old woman Matryana waved her skinny arms high like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and screamed bitterly: "What about the superpowers? We have so many There are enough people and weapons to crush this guy like an ant. Look at this car, look at his beautiful jacket, kill him and divide everything. Bazarov, you courageous coward . Use the same force you used to poke my ass and chop off this pretty boy¡¯s head. I can do whatever you want with me tonight¡ª¡±
The crowd of refugees immediately burst into laughter. Although the eyes looking at Lin Xiang and the off-road vehicle behind him were full of naked greed and possessiveness, no one really did what Matryana said. They are not stupid. Comparing the old woman's confusion with reality, it is easy to distinguish the obvious difference. If it were an ordinary person, even if Matryana didn't say anything, they would chop each other into pieces with knives. But the other party happens to be an extremely powerful superpower so we must seriously consider the terrible consequences of acting recklessly.
Robbery is robbery, and it¡¯s not worth risking your life.
Bazarov rushed over angrily, kicked Matryana hard on the butt, opened his eyes and roared: "You shameless old bitch, go back to the camp. Again." Nonsense, believe it or not, I will blow your lower body wider with one shot? Get out! Get back¡ª" - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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