Feng Lang shouted for a full ten minutes until his voice was hoarse, his brain was oxygen-deprived, and he was on the verge of fainting. Dong Yongwu still didn't open his eyes.
He didn't shed a single tear, but a streak of bright red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Feng Lang didn't faint. In the moment of shouting hoarsely, he wiped the blood from the corner of his torn mouth with his hand and put the ring pendant on his finger into his padded jacket.
"Brother Yong, don't worry. I will take care of Auntie. I will avenge you, Second Uncle, and Stone." Looking at Dong Yongwu's face with bruised skin, he said extremely calmly, "When Stone graduates, I will avenge you... I will kill those bastards!"
Feng Lang's voice was hoarse and his tone was cold, not the kind of strong hatred that can be expressed in words.
He didn't sob, but seemed to be crying. The snowflakes fell from the branches, trying hard to cover up this surging hatred and the bloody killing intent.
In the forest, his thin figure stood steadily, as if he had suddenly grown up in an instant.
At this moment, his whole body that was supposed to be tense was not stiff, his arms that were supposed to be tense were not trembling, and at this moment, if he saw a gun pointed at him, he would terminate the action without hesitation.
After standing still for a minute, with Brother Yong's face deeply imprinted in his mind, he suddenly turned around, pulled out his backpack from the snowdrift, took out the prepared wound medicine, quickly took off his padded jacket and lifted his autumn clothes, and quickly applied medicine to the scratched and bleeding wound on his ribs.
Then, he quickly put on his padded jacket, carried the backpack on his back, picked up the gun on the ground and fiddled with it, and found that it was a submachine gun.
He wiped the snowflakes off the gun, without hesitation, stuffed it into the backpack, and then poured all the things in the other backpacks on the snow, sorting out the magazines, bullets, grenades, and flashbang grenades, and stuffed them all into the backpack.
He took off the shotgun on his back, studied it for a while, thought it was strange, but didn't throw it away and carried it on his back instead.
He didn't have a dagger or anything. He didn't even have a lighter. He only occasionally went to Internet cafes to study and tried to complete his studies. He basically didn't play games.
He didn't know that the things in this backpack were all high-tech crystals. Whether it was the submachine gun that those guys had just fired, or the power amplifier on his back, they were all top-notch weapons that could only be bought with a lot of money. Even the shotgun was a famous Carlo-style shotgun.
The bulletproof vests and night vision goggles on those guys were not short in length. The pistol that was not as big as a palm in his hand was valuable!
This was a group of elites, a team of Chinese hunters who were good at hiding their information.
They were only second to the elites of the Arabian Nights, and even in the forest, without any unexpected situation, they could easily kill a hunter without any professional training.
Feng Lang usually only had some weapons, and occasionally played with a cannon, but he was also a hunter, and his attention was mainly on weapons. However, he was not as good as others in other aspects.
He quickly packed up the guns and things on those guys and went to his companions. He carried an assault rifle on his back, and after packing all the magazines, he didn't even leave a pistol. He picked up the domineering sniper rifle and planned for a while, then put on the lens cover.
Feng Lang packed up all the guns, came to Dong Yongwu's side, put the gun beside him, took a deep breath, carried the backpack that weighed dozens of kilograms, picked up Dong Yongwu's backpack, found an axe, and picked up a thick-backed sharp knife to deal with the deer.
He wouldn't throw these away!
A deer whip was worth five thousand yuan, and a good one could be worth six or seven thousand yuan; a deer heart was also worth a thousand yuan or more. As for deer tendons and deer nests, a whole deer was worth almost twenty thousand yuan.
This was what Brother Yong had exchanged for. How could he throw it away!
He was so calm that it was scary. Carrying two guns, he quickly chopped with the axe. The blood splashed everywhere, and he cut off the deer whip and took out the internal organs.
Taking the internal organs, he lit the special gas tank for barbecue. When the modified nozzle sprayed out flames, he quickly brought the still hot internal organs close to the flames. Just as the smell of burning began to float, the blood vessels in the internal organs suddenly tightened, and the blood coagulated in an orderly manner.
The deer heart, the most valuable thing was the deer heart blood!
If it was not handled properly and all the blood flowed out, it would not be worth much. Dried deer heart blood was worth one or two thousand yuan per kilogram, and if the internal organs were not handled urgently, even one thousand yuan per kilogram would be difficult to get.
Wild deer were much better than domesticated ones.
In the snow, there were dead bodies lying around. Feng Lang was alone, busy with his work...
At this moment, there was no trace of grief on his face, only gloom, as if it had been drizzled with rain, and his heart was in pain like being cut by a knife.
Facing a dozen killers, he didn't collapse. Except for the initial discomfort, when he saw those people, he felt no different from seeing the dead deer.
After handling the deer heart, it was troublesome to extract the deer tendons, but he didn't delay. If he hadn't been stared at by the forest rangers, he and Brother Yong wouldn't have come here to take risks.
The sobbing still continued, the hot air in the forest drifted with the sobbing, and the thick smell of blood was blown away by the sobbing, but it was still like a slaughterhouse here, with a stinging red and a thick smell of blood that was almost sticky.
Half an hour later, Feng Lang's clean clothes were no longer clean. His back was covered with blood, his hands were all red, and his handsome face was a mess, looking a bit ferocious!
In just twenty minutes, he had opened the bellies of all six deer, taken out the valuable parts, and packed them all into the portable bags and stuffed them into Brother Yong's backpack.
Feng Lang didn't know that a group of white figures in the snow, holding standard weapons, were running wildly from seven or eight hundred meters away. At this time, the distance between them was less than a kilometer, only six or seven hundred meters!
On the other side, there was also a group of white figures running wildly in the forest, and their target was also here.
It was not easy to run wildly in the snow. Although the snow on the ground was only half a meter deep, it was still difficult to cover a distance of seven or eight hundred meters in half an hour.
Even a five-ton off-road vehicle would take twenty minutes to reach here in the forest, not to mention that the ground was soft. It would be good to reach here in half an hour, and there were more than five tons of vehicles.
However, Feng Lang forgot that the gunshots would attract trouble and didn't leave in time, leaving enough time.
Feng Lang was carrying an axe that was frozen with plasma, walking around, as if looking for the last deer.
After a while, he let out a long breath, as if he had thought of something. He carried a backpack that weighed more than twenty kilograms, returned to Brother Yong's side, put away all the things on Brother Yong's body, and still didn't shed a tear.
Feng Lang quickly packed up, looked at his blood-red clothes, turned around to look at the dead bodies on the ground, hesitated for a moment, then took off the gun, quickly took off his stiff clothes, picked out the clean ones, and quickly put them on. He didn't have any taboos about wearing the clothes of the dead.
He had to go back quickly. Without any camouflage measures, it would be easy to be discovered by the forest rangers, and it would be troublesome to be caught by them.
Seeing the green flame skull logo on his neck after taking off his clothes, Feng Lang's hatred surged in his heart.
He stared at the logo for a moment, then withdrew his gaze, washed the blood on his face with snow, and prepared to cremate Brother Yong's cold body. He wanted to take Brother Yong's ashes back...
Suddenly, his numb brain exploded, and a strong sense of uneasiness made his hairs stand on end!
He suddenly woke up from his dazed state, his eyes sharpened, he picked up the hanging tube, picked up the sniper rifle, and bent down to run to the side.
He reached the edge of the woods, carefully probed his head to check, but didn't find anything. This made him feel a strange smell, and he looked around, but didn't find anything unusual. After feeling strange, he still didn't step out, but slowly raised the sniper rifle, took off the lens cover, and began to search.
Then he saw the traces in the snow two hundred meters away!
There were people!
Feng Lang was shocked and quickly followed the footprints to search. After following for two hundred meters, he saw a group of white figures jumping and running in the forest at a very fast speed!
He turned the scope of the gun and found another group of traces on the other side. There were also a group of white figures, and they were also holding the same guns as he had packed up. They were running very fast, like arrows shooting at this place in the clean snow.
Just as Feng Lang saw the figures of the encircling people clearly, suddenly his scalp exploded, and a low roar came from his heart. His face hit the snow!
Before the cold feeling could reach his brain, a sharp whistle sounded, and his eardrums were stimulated. A bullet drilled a hole in his cotton hat next to his scalp, and his scalp was burning with pain. The hat was also lifted off and fell to the ground.
Damn it!
Feng Lang's pupils shrank, he shrank his neck, and rolled away from that place. He picked up the hat and put it on, picked up two guns, and bent down to run.
There were about a dozen people, not twenty, but almost.
All of them were holding standard weapons. Even if it was a shotgun, he wasn't a god. If he didn't run, he would be a stupid deer. It was just strange that the gun didn't make a sound.
He took a few steps and ran to the packed things. Ignoring his wildly beating heart and not checking if his scalp was injured, he stuffed all the backpacks of those people into a large backpack, threw it on his back, picked up the selected two assault rifles, and put the hanging tube on Brother Yong's backpack across his chest.
Feng Lang moved quickly. In just a few seconds, he had packed up. Just as he was about to bend down to carry Brother Yong, a sharp whistle sounded. In the position where he was bending down, a bullet grazed his back, drilled into the snow in front of him, and exploded into a puff of snow and frozen soil.
Not good!!
Feng Lang rolled in shock, then picked up the hanging tube, picked up the sniper rifle, and just as he was about to take the gun, a sharp whistle came. He quickly withdrew his hand holding the gun, and a bullet hit the position where he was holding the gun. With a bang, the frozen soil exploded and hit his face painfully.
Feng Lang leaned against a tree on the ground. At this moment, his breathing was rapid, his heart was beating wildly, and he looked at Brother Yong four meters away. He gritted his teeth, stood up with difficulty, and bent down to run wildly...
He couldn't carry Brother Yong. He couldn't. He could only point to his feet.
Feng Lang's decision was undoubtedly correct, but he forgot the burden on his back. There were six shotguns, five submachine guns, all the basic ammunition for these weapons, five power amplifiers, five homemade hanging tubes, a Barrett sniper rifle, and grenades and smoke grenades, flashbang grenades...
A sniper rifle weighed five kilograms, and even a submachine gun and a shotgun were not light. They were all made of iron! The weight was too much, and it was a load that he could hardly bear.
There were also six deer whips, six deer hearts as big as a fist...
All of these added up, and Feng Lang's burden exceeded fifty kilograms!