Chapter 275 A Story of a Group of People and a Group of Wild Boars!
At a forest in Houston.
The following afternoon, Ryder and Barbara made a daring escape into the back mountain. They rested a bit by the creek, splashing cool water on their faces and nibbling on some food to recuperate energy.
Barbara rubbed her calf and complained, "This mountain path is too difficult to walk; I have blisters on my feet. Are you sure it's okay to keep going? What if we get lost in there and can't get out?"
Ryder sipped some mineral water and replied nonchalantly, "If we can't get out, we'll just get lost and die here. Letting our bodies become nutrients for nature is pretty good, too."
She said unhappily, "Don't jinx it. I haven't lived enough yet!"
He rolled his eyes helplessly. "You wanted to die after losing the duel before, but now you suddenly cherish life. Women are indeed fickle!"
"That's none of your business."
Shea pouted. "I just think dying like this isn't worth it! I could accept it if it was in a different way and place."
Ryder sighed speechlessly and began to check the hunting rifle in his hand.
This rifle shot lead bullets, which were about pinky nail-sized and spherical. Hitting a vital spot at close range could be fatal.
This was now his biggest weapon for survival.
There were six bullets left, so he had to use them sparingly. However, it'd be an issue if there were many opponents.
At this moment, Ryder heard a noise directly ahead, instantly alerting him.
Were Sawyer's people catching up?
But how did they manage to get ahead?
While hesitating, he saw some movement in the bushes about sixty-five feet to the right, a few black heads poking out.
Looking closely, they weren't humans but seven or eight small wild boars weighing about thirty pounds. They were drinking water by the creek.
Seeing this, Barbara's eyes lit up, about to exclaim how cute the wild boars were.
However, Ryder quickly covered her mouth and whispered in her ear, "Don't make a sound; let's get out of here!"
Although she didn't understand, ever since the kidnapping incident, his decisions had always been correct.
Thus, she didn't question him.
She carefully followed him, trying not to make any noise as they circled around to get away from the creek.
They didn't stop until they reached a hillside and hid behind a big rock.
From there, they could see the creek with a
straight-line distance of about 328 feet.
At this point, Barbara curiously asked, "It's strange; you're not afraid of armed enemies, but you're scared of a few small wild boars."
Ryder explained, "That's what you don't understand. When I used to go hunting in the mountains with an elder, he told me a saying in the mountains: one pig, two bears, three tigers!
This ranking represents their danger levels, meaning wild boars are worse than bears and tigers."
Barbara looked doubtful. "Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Bears and tigers are carnivores; they must be more dangerous than wild boars!"
Ryder shook his head. "Wrong! Wild boars in the mountains grow naturally and can reach four to 500 pounds, with tusks that can knock down trees as thick as 8 inches!"
"They also like to rub against pine tree bark, covering themselves in pine resin before rolling in the dirt; forming a hard shell on their bodies. Even a hunting rifle can't penetrate them!"
"Plus, they're social animals and are naturally aggressive. If there's any conflict, they'll attack until the end. That's why, among the hunters who die each year, more die from wild boars than from tigers, bears, or wolves. Now you know how dangerous they are, right?"
Hearing this, Barbara's face turned pale with fear as she nervously replied, "If wild boars are so dangerous, then why are we still here? Let's run!"
Ryder shook his head, a cunning look in his eyes as he replied, "I actually think this is a perfect opportunity for us to counterattack. Stay hidden here!"
She could only nod obediently. "Alright!"
Thus, they hid behind the big rock and waited.
The little wild boars continued playing by the water. Soon, t
wo adult wild boars also appeared by the creek, weighing over 300 pounds each.
Based on Ryder's estimation, the wild boar den was likely nearby.
They wouldn't be leaving anytime soon!
After about fifteen minutes, Ryder suddenly noticed figures appearing on the northern hillside.
Counting carefully, there were nine people.
He frowned, knowing Sawyer wouldn't let him go and would chase them down.
However, he didn't expect Sawyer to bring so many helpers!
If they were caught, they wouldn't stand a chance, even with a hunting rifle.
Even if he hit every shot with the leftover six bullets, they were still outnumbered!
"However, the environment is still in our favor. Let's hope everything goes smoothly!"
He took a deep breath, loading a bullet and poking the gun barrel through a gap beside the rock.
On the other hand, Sawyer and his group had been walking all day.
Sawyer, reminiscing about his luxurious days, now felt utterly exhausted and complained, "Damn Ryder! How could he run so fast? He'd better not let me catch him!"
Virgil wiped his forehead sweat, feeling hot and tired as he said, "I really want to take a bath. It would be great if we could find a creek or a lake!"
At this moment, the man at the front of the group who was holding a baseball bat exclaimed in delight, "I hear the sound of a creek ahead. We can go and rest!"
Hearing this, everyone looked pleased and quickened their pace; especially Sawyer and Virgil, who ran ahead and lead the way!
After passing through a thicket, they indeed saw a small creek.
"Oh my God, what clear water!"
Sawyer immediately squatted down, scooping up some water with his hands and splashing it on his face.
Refreshing! Comfortable!
At that point, the seven thugs also arrived in exhaustion.
Seeing the creek, they were delighted and took off their shoes to soak their feet in the water.
Just as everyone was enjoying themselves, Virgil suddenly froze, pointing to the opposite side of the creek and stammering, "Sawyer, l-look; what is that?"
"What's wrong? Why are you so panicked?"
Sawyer complained impatiently, looking up in the direction Virgil was pointing.
What he saw made his eyes nearly pop out!
On the opposite was a group of wild boars, including two large ones. O
n either side of the less than 16-foot-wide creek, a group of people and a group of pigs stared at each other.
Conflict was imminent!
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