Chapter 912: They are all the same group
It was the middle of the day, but the sparse woods were eerily quiet.
There were no insects chirping, no sound of wind, and no rustling of dead leaves being crushed.
The lion lay on the ground with a slender, straight arrow stuck in its lower back. The dark red blood flowing from the wound stuck its hair together, as if it was covered with thick black mud.
The lion's chest rose and fell violently, and every breath seemed to be an effort as it tried to take in as much oxygen as possible so that the pitiful amount of blood could be delivered to the whole body through the blood vessels.
Bifang, hiding in the shadows, did not make any unnecessary movements. He stood still, seemingly able to hear the sound of the seriously injured lion struggling to breathe, like an old, broken bellows that was about to collapse .
Seeing this scene, Bifang did not act rashly.
The exposed, black, reflective arrow shaft is undoubtedly made of carbon fiber, and the unique shield-shaped feathers of the arrow feathers prove that this arrow is by no means a crude product cut by a dagger of a primitive tribe, but comes from the assembly line of modern industrial society.
The person who shot the arrow was definitely not a tribesman who was ignorant of the law, but an elite who had received a good education, had a certain social status, and had the financial resources to engage in shooting training, a sport for a minority of people.
At this moment, Bifang suddenly realized what those guys who had been hiding in the dark had used the elephant corpse to trap.
A lion.
A lion in his prime.
Judging from the color of its mane and the other party's deliberate actions, this is most likely the king of a lion group.
"The elephant carcass is a bait. The target is the lion. This is not ordinary poaching. The other party wants to satisfy his hunting desire by killing the lion."
Bifang finally understood the other party's purpose.
No poacher would use a flashy bow and arrow; only hunting enthusiasts who want to hunt large beasts would use this cold weapon.
The elephant was merely bait in a hunting trap.
Knowing this, there was an uproar in the live broadcast room.
Everyone was in disbelief.
A bloody, illegal poaching activity took place openly and without any disguise in front of tens of millions of viewers. The fundamental reason was that a certain social elite wanted to satisfy his desire to hunt wild beasts.
As long as you pay a considerable amount of money, you can have someone prepare everything and finally shoot the deadly arrow yourself.
In an instant, everyone seemed to smell the strong and thick smell of blood in the air.
[Sentence poachers to death and see who dares to poach]
[As long as there is money to be made, any punishment is useless. On the contrary, if poachers are discovered, they will be killed directly. After all, it is a death penalty, so it is nothing more than killing one more person.]
[Archery is nothing, if you like hunting, just fight a lion 1 on 1! ]
Unfortunately, Bifang didn't have time to respond to everyone's anger right now.
He did not forget that he did not come here following the footprints of the lion king, but the traces left by poachers!
A lion injured by modern weapons proves without a doubt that the poachers are here, in this forest!
Many quick-witted viewers also understood what was happening, and after telling others that the poachers might be nearby, the atmosphere in the entire live broadcast room immediately changed.
Some are nervous, some are worried, and some even have a hint of excitement hidden inside.
Do you want to go up?
Or retreat and wait for the people from the protection center to arrive?
In fact, as early as yesterday when the elephant carcass was discovered and traces of human activities were found nearby, Bifang had asked the audience in the live broadcast room to notify the protection center first.
The final response was that they would send someone to investigate as soon as possible.
Bifang was worried that the poachers' plan would succeed, so he caught up with them first.
The problem now is that Bifang successfully caught up with the target in just one day, but there is still no sign of the protection center sending anyone as promised.
Looking at the lion with its chest heaving and dying, it was obvious that Bifang did not have many choices.
He hid behind a tree, with his back pressed against the trunk, his limbs retracted to reduce the exposed area of his body, and pressed Harley into the bushes to prevent his head from showing.
The situation was somewhat unexpected, and it was no longer possible for Harley to leave on its own.
In fact, after nearly two months of training, Harley was already capable of roaming the grassland alone, and Bifang had planned to release him in the next two days.
But accidents always happen unexpectedly, and unfortunately there is not much room for regret now.
Perhaps everyone has a murderous heart, Bifang was not too afraid. He held the short spear in his hand, and the veins on the back of his hand slowly bulged.
I have taken risks too many times.
He is no longer the crude piece of iron that had just been cast and had a strange shape.
Every exploration in the wilderness is like a solid hammer hitting this rough iron embryo.
The harvest is not just the orange sparks that burst out under the high temperature and high pressure collision.
The heart beats steadily and powerfully in the solid chest, and each beat pumps an astonishing amount of blood through the blood vessels, surging like a tide.
The situation of the enemy is still unclear. The only thing that is certain is that there are at least three people: a guide, a planner, and the ultimate hunter.
The enemy outnumbers us, and being attacked first is not a good option. Besides, we don't know where the enemy is and how far away they are.
Therefore, even if the lion is dying, all Bifang can do is wait for the other lion to appear first and let the audience send a message to the protection center.
He carefully took out the camouflage made of bushes and vines from his bag and put it on almost silently, blending in with the surrounding environment.
Time passed by minute by minute in the calm waiting, and in the tense atmosphere, every second seemed to be stretched to infinity.
The lion's breathing became heavier and heavier. It could be seen that it was trying to struggle to get up from the ground and leave. However, excessive bleeding had pushed its physical strength to the limit. At this time, the seriously injured lion had no extra energy to perform any movements other than breathing.
Countless possible outcomes kept popping up in the minds of countless people, imagining what the poachers who would come out later would look like.
During this wait, the conservation center finally responded, and the appearance of an "old acquaintance" revealed the identity of the injured lion.
"Barry, are you saying it's Cecil the Lion?"
Bifang held the spear and saw the bold font in the barrage at a glance.
He never brings a cell phone when he broadcasts live in the wilderness. In view of previous experience, Langya set up this function in the live broadcast room. When there is an important event that requires contact, this enlarged red font will appear, just like a message.
The person who responded to the conservation center was none other than Barry, the old keeper whom Bifang had met when he was developing a relationship with Harley .
After a few conversations, Bifang immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.
This group of poachers is far more than just three people, there are many of them.
Moreover, the other party not only hunted the lion king, but also stole the cubs from the entire lion group!
