Chapter 273 Encirclement and Attack!
Hearing this question, Ryder didn't hesitate for even half a second!
He answered seriously, "You are the victim. The real filth is that pervert and your mom! If you blame yourself for the harm other people did, I think that's wrong!"
Hearing this, Barbara's expression froze slightly.
She didn't expect him to answer like that!
She was silent for a while before she finally murmured, "Considering this, you're not that annoying after all!"
Ryder rolled his eyes and said with a bit of pride, "I was never annoying to begin with. Maybe after getting to know me, you'll find me quite charming! As for why I always seem to have enemies popping up, even I'm at a loss!"
"You're excessively conceited. Anyway, I still find you annoying!"
Barbara pouted.
Despite her words, she felt a rare sense of reassurance at this moment.
Although she was being hunted in the wilderness, having Ryder by her side made her feel very safe.
She had never shared her past experiences with anyone before; he was the first.
After pouring out her heart, the long-held negative emotions she had were significantly alleviated.
She gradually felt a wave of fatigue wash over her, closing her eyes and leaning against Ryder as she fell asleep.
Ryder looked at the sleeping Barbara.
Then, he saw the scars left on her beautiful, sexy body.
He thought, 'Sarah doesn't know about this yet. I wonder how she'll react when she finds out!'
As he pondered, he picked up the clothes Barbara had taken off beside him.
He carefully covered her with them, soon falling asleep as well when slight drowsiness hit him.
At that moment, in front of a wooden house outside the mountain forest.
Seven people stood in the yard, each carrying a hiking backpack and wearing outdoor gear.
Some held ropes, some held sharp knives, others held baseball bats, and one even had a bow.
In short, they all looked very professional.
On the steps of the wooden house, Virgil introduced them to Sawyer, "Sawyer, these are the people I hired from the black market; they're all pretty reliable. They're fugitives, so almost every one of them has been involved in robbery and kidnapping. As long as you pay them, they'll do anything!"
Sawyer asked, "How are their skills?"
Virgil answered with some pride, "Top-notch! Dealing with Ryder Clark is as easy as dealing with a little girl; piece of cake!"
Sawyer nodded and looked at the seven thugs below. "I don't like beating around the bush, so I'll get straight to the point. Everyone involved in this operation will get at least fifteen thousand dollars; finding the body gets you forty-five thousand, while capturing the target alive gets you one hundred and fifty thousand."
Hearing this, the thugs below widened their eyes in excitement!
Even though they usually lurked in the black market, committing unspeakable crimes and appearing quite mysterious and skilled, they worked very hard and had to evade police pursuit in reality.
At the end of the year, just getting by was considered good!
Now, Sawyer was offering such huge rewards. If they really got one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, they could ensure a stable life for at least a few years.
It was totally worth it!
So they quickly agreed, saying they'd definitely complete the task.
The thugs, along with Sawyer and Virgil, immediately formed a team of nine and boldly headed into the back mountain.
Blind had already gone ahead to chase the fleeing Ryder.
At this moment, he was crouching under a tree, picking up a leaf from the ground.
The bloodstains on it had already dried, turning black.
He also looked at the torn fabric strips left nearby.
He licked his lips and muttered to himself, "They stopped here and bandaged their wounds. Didn't expect them to be quite the escape artists!"
He stood up and looked at the gradually darkening sky with his remaining eye.
His eyes glinted with coldness and confidence as he said, "It's almost nightfall; they can't keep running and will have to rest. However, this is my natural hunting ground. I've only ever hunted rabbits and wild boars in the mountains before; hunting people for the first time should be very interesting!"
With that, Blind bent down and continued tracking deeper into the forest.
It was late at night, with the time unknown.
Barbara felt a cool breeze blowing over her.
She shivered slightly, opening her eyes in a daze.
She found herself leaning on Ryder's shoulder.
What embarrassed her the most was the drool mark she left on his shoulder.
'Fuck; how embarrassing!'
Barbara quickly reached out to wipe the drool mark off.
Just as she sighed in relief and thought he hadn't noticed, she looked up and met his eyes.
"You!"
In her shame and anger, Barbara was about to say something.
However, Ryder quickly covered her mouth and said, "Don't speak. Do you hear any sounds outside?"
Having had a deep-seated hatred for men, she instinctively wanted to pull away from him and his hand over her mouth.
But just then, she suddenly heard footsteps outside the cave. It sounded like someone was walking outside!
She immediately felt a bit scared and nervously swallowed, looking at Ryder for help.
Ryder lowered his voice and said, "There's only one person outside; the guy with the hunting rifle!"
Hearing the word 'rifle,' her face turned a bit pale. She signaled with her eyes, "What should we do?"
Ryder squinted, thinking for a few seconds.
His eyes then lit up, leaning close to her ear and whispering, "Listen to me..."
At this moment, in a scrub about one hundred and sixty feet away from the cave.
Blind, under the moonlight, looked at the broken branches around him and wondered, 'They should've escaped to this area. Where are they? Could there be a cave or a tree hollow around here they're hiding in?'
Just as he started searching along the mountain wall, he suddenly heard a howling sound.
When he heard this, he felt his hair stand on end.
A layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
"My God! Are there wolves in this forest?"
As a hunter, he knew how terrifying wolves could be.
These creatures moved in packs and were cunning and smart!
Even with a hunting rifle, facing a pack of them was extremely dangerous.
In his past hunting experiences, three of his friends had died from wolf packs!
Thus, his first instinct was to run.
However, Blind felt something was off the moment he turned around.
In this forest, he had never heard of wolves being around!
Moreover, in recent years, the number of wild animals had significantly decreased. Not to mention wolves, even wild boars were rare!
'Could it be?'
He quickly turned around, seeing a figure darting out toward him.
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