Chapter 1017 - 36: The Hunter’s Shock
Looking at the dumbfounded expressions of the two hunters, Roland couldn’t help but point at the wild boar carcass nearby: "Everyone, instead of arguing endlessly, why don’t we just go check the wounds on this wild boar now and see who killed it?"
Arseny was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "That’s right, let’s go take a look at the situation then."
Saying this, he glanced at Boris beside him.
Silently hoping in his heart: Hope this guy can be reliable.
With Roland’s suggestion, the atmosphere among the group was no longer tense.
Fred was also discussing some matters with the two hunters, it was evident that the Russian Association had arrangements as well.
These hunters might have agreements with the Association, similar to the one with Zhaxi Duntu’s family.
They arrived beside the wild boar.
Boris immediately noticed the large pool of blood on the ground.
The corner of his eye twitched involuntarily, the amount of bleeding... doesn’t seem right!
If there indeed was such a large bleeding wound, then this wild boar should have dropped dead the moment they shot it.
But now...
Arseny was also a bit surprised.
Seeing so much blood, he had already prepared himself mentally.
And when he shone his flashlight on the wild boar, Arseny was stunned.
On the boar’s side abdomen, there was an extremely large scar!
"This is..."
Arseny quickly took a step forward, reached out, and compared his hand to the boar’s wound.
He suddenly stood up and said, "You used a spear to kill it!"
It was not a question, but a statement.
This scar was all too familiar to Arseny, who had used a spear as a weapon for more than ten years.
He couldn’t help looking at Fred, it was clear that in his mind, only the strongest Fred could have such power to pierce through a boar with a spear.
He even imagined the scene in his mind.
The wild boar charging furiously, Fred advancing with immense strength, protecting the others in the camp, then grappling with the boar, and while the boar was inattentive, Fred pouncing on it, overturning the boar, and thrusting the spear into its side abdomen!
But why is this person named Chen Wen?
What a strange name.
Arseny shook his head, looking at Fred with admiration: "Not bad! Not bad! You didn’t disgrace us Russians!"
Fred was completely baffled by what he heard.
What the hell?
At this moment, Boris, who was circling around the boar, noticed something.
He took a sharp breath, squatted down, and examined the wound at the front of the boar carefully.
After making a rough comparison, Boris exclaimed, "What the hell! Who killed this wild boar and how? Don’t tell me you killed it by piercing through the boar’s entire side from the front shoulder!"
Hearing this, Arseny was dumbfounded.
What?
There’s an expert?
He came over to Boris’s side, inspecting the boar’s wounds under Boris’s direction.
After a moment, he also realized the problem.
Arseny couldn’t help but look up at everyone: "How exactly did you kill it? Why are the wounds so... strange?"
He was now somewhat suspicious that this group fabricated the wounds after the boar was dead or incapacitated.
At this point, Gaston couldn’t hold back anymore.
He had the young man go back to the camp and bring over Chen Wen’s spear.
A moment later, the young man returned with the blood-stained spear, grinning widely.
Gaston inserted the spear into the wound from the wild boar’s front shoulder blade, thrusting it out the other end along the path.
He looked at the two dumbfounded individuals, then pointed at Chen Wen: "It was him, roughly at that position, aiming here, suddenly threw the spear, piercing through this wild boar!"
Arseny felt like he must have heard wrong.
He glanced at Chen Wen.
Compared to Fred, Chen Wen wasn’t particularly strong.
He didn’t have Fred’s towering height of over two meters, nor did he have the bulky muscles built from the gym.
He could only be considered to be slightly more muscular than the average person.
But such a person could kill a wild boar with a spear?
Arseny held his head, saying, "This... oh well, oh well, this wild boar is yours. By the gods, a wild boar killed by being speared through, I must still be dreaming."
Boris also remained silent at this point.
He found the holes made by his shots on the side of the boar, about seven or eight in total.
They indeed could cause bleeding, but far from enough to kill the boar.
Consequently, Boris didn’t have the face to ask for this wild boar, he and Arseny exchanged a glance, intending to bid farewell and leave.
Chen Wen noticed the changes in the two and thought they were acting this way due to fear.
Feeling a bit apologetic, Chen Wen said proactively, "But without you driving the wild boar, it might not have come here. You should at least take a share."
Boris shook his head repeatedly.
As a reputable old hunter, he still had his pride.
Ultimately, the three hunters decided to leave.
Before leaving, Arseny said, "By the way, you better deal with this wild boar quickly. In this forest, or rather in this area, there is a particularly fierce and large brown bear. If it catches the scent of blood and comes here, you’ll be in great danger!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Wen and the others looked at each other.
Unless something unexpected happens, that brown bear...
The fast-digesting Fred ought to have already excreted it over a hundred meters away from the camp by tonight, right?
Adam originally wanted to share this news with the three hunters, but as soon as they finished speaking, they left without staying any longer.
Watching this scene, Chen Wen couldn’t help but say, "Could those three have come to hunt the brown bear? If so, they made the trip for nothing."
Hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but laugh.
The night had been chaotic, but thankfully, no one was hurt, and they gained two additional wolf minks and a three-hundred-kilogram wild boar!
The food abundance aside, the key point was that Fred seemed to have reached some agreement with the others.
Chen Wen looked at Fred, who showed no intention of hiding anything.
Noticing Chen Wen’s gaze, Fred said, "The Association has an agreement with these hunters. While we can’t receive direct help, we can exchange some supplies with them."
"But if our team were all Russians, it would be much simpler. The Association wouldn’t interfere, just like during Chen Wen’s mountain challenge."
Upon hearing this, all eyes turned to Chen Wen, who indeed received quite a bit of help back then.
"Don’t look at me, I was in a special situation back then."
Chen Wen said helplessly.
No one could have expected him to encounter Zhaxi Duntu’s family, who had once helped a snow leopard.
Because of the snow leopard, their care for him was extraordinarily high.
Fred chuckled and continued, "We’re a mixed team, so we can exchange, but the exchanged supplies will be audited by the Association. If it’s too much, they’ll speak up."
Chen Wen nodded.
To use an inappropriate analogy, this is like a regional subsidy from the state.
Chen Wen and the others are essentially tourists who incidentally tapped into the subsidy, so it’s understandable for the audit to be stricter.
He then asked about the detailed exchange scheme.
Fred directly stated the requirements from the Russian Association: "We can exchange many things, such as animal hides, mushrooms, fish, etc. Anything we gather or hunt ourselves can be exchanged for supplies of equivalent value. Even some items we make can be exchanged, but they require strict auditing."