Chapter 1143 - 12: Chen Wen Unleashed

The guide turned around and found everyone else was looking at the person who shot.

It was Chen Wen.

Chen Wen slowly put down the gun, innocently looking at everyone.

"Cough, cough, don’t shoot aimlessly."

Roland said, somewhat embarrassed, "Guns are different from the bows and spears we usually use for hunting. Once these go off, all the animals around will run away."

Adam added, "Haven’t you played those hunting games? It’s just like the pressure area in them."

Chen Wen nodded, "I know, and I wasn’t shooting aimlessly."

Those words said it all.

Everyone looked at Chen Wen speechlessly. They had just raised their guns and hadn’t even found a trace of the prey, yet he found it before them and even managed to load and shoot?

But at that moment, the hunting dogs ahead suddenly let out a series of unique barks, very different from their previous ones.

This kind of sound was more like one of excitement or agitation.

The Dog Driving Guide was shocked to see his hunting dogs act like this.

Others might not know, but he knew all too well why these dogs were behaving like this.

It was a sign they’d smelled blood!

Could it really be a hit?

After a couple of shouts, the dogs dashed forward, and he signaled for everyone to follow the dogs.

After zigzagging through the forest for about one to two hundred meters, they finally saw, in a clearing in the forest ahead, a Siberian roe deer on the verge of dying.

Roland was somewhat incredulous when he came to see the Siberian roe deer up close and examined it carefully.

He couldn’t help but exclaim, "Shit, it really got hit, right in the left chest! Must have pierced the lung!"

Then he looked at Chen Wen, "Holy crab! Chen Wen, don’t tell me you shot aimlessly; it’s almost two hundred meters away! How did you do it?"

If Chen Wen had managed this hunt using a spear, Roland wouldn’t have reacted so strongly.

After all, he doesn’t play with spears.

But he truly knows guns!

Only those who play with guns understand the high value of quickly taking down a Siberian roe deer from over two hundred meters in a forest!

Chen Wen looked at the excited Roland, a bit puzzled, "It shouldn’t be that big of a deal, and it wasn’t two hundred meters, more like... around a hundred thirty meters. I saw the guy, its side facing us, with a large part of its rear visible, white as snow amidst the huge forest, extremely conspicuous, and there’s not much snow here. Was it really that hard to hit it?"

Listening to this, everyone felt a bit suffocated.

Especially the four brothers from abroad.

Hua Yun rarely hunts with guns, so she didn’t understand, but the four brothers definitely did!

What does "even just a hundred thirty meters" mean?

Even with Chen Wen’s gun at a shooting range, while they might barely hit a Siberian roe deer target from a hundred thirty meters, hitting a specific spot would be uncertain.

Chen Wen’s shot from over a hundred thirty meters through the chest was truly exaggerated!

And what does "extremely conspicuous" mean?

This ghost place is filled with remaining blood stains that haven’t melted, yellow fallen leaves, brown trunks, even some green leaves.

It’s a color mess!

In such an environment, can a patch of white fur really be considered conspicuous?

The main thing is, Chen Wen locked onto and precisely shot this Siberian roe deer through the forest and snow in an incredibly short time!

"Honestly, thank goodness the Eight Extremes Challenge doesn’t allow contestants to carry firearms."

Roland marveled, "Otherwise, the other contestants wouldn’t stand a chance."

That rings true!

Everyone nodded vigorously, in a forest over a hundred thirty meters, most people wouldn’t even sense the presence of the other when it’s already within Chen Wen’s shooting range.

This is just too exaggerated!

Gaston felt that with Chen Wen’s innate skills, if he were to join the army, he’d probably be a top sniper in the forces!

Nearby, the two guides were already stunned.

They silently took on the logistic work, helping the quiet but perceptive Fred kill the Siberian roe deer and place it on horseback.

Chen Wen glanced at his prey, noticing a tag on its ear with Russian on it.

Though he couldn’t understand it, Chen Wen felt it was probably an identity tag for the roe deer.

Sure enough, the guiding commentator checked the tag, then took out his phone, apparently to write something.

After a while, he informed everyone that these Siberian roe deer move in groups and if a significant number of a group get hunted, they’ll attempt to merge the group with another similarly hunted one.

Thus, after hunting, they ensure proper statistics.

At this point, Chen Wen also realized that his shot was pretty extraordinary.

Faced with the two guides’ congratulations, Chen Wen began attributing the shot to luck.

And said he was merely bragging.

Bragging is naturally not illegal in Russia, and these words slightly eased everyone’s mood.

Because if Chen Wen really admitted the shot was solely due to his skills, everyone might not think of him as human.

Non-human!

Scary, it’s better to stay humble.

Chen Wen closed off most of the entries and prepared to keep a low profile.

...

After hunting the first game, everyone started searching for more prey.

Before long, these excellent Black Forest hunting dogs again found traces of prey and quickly chased them down.

It was another group of Siberian roe deer.

Seeing the shadows of these creatures from afar, Chen Wen immediately turned his head to look elsewhere, pretending not to see.

This time was the scenario the two guides had envisioned.

Using binoculars, they captured traces of the Siberian roe deer and informed everyone of their location.

Everyone turned toward this direction, they all started preparing, readying for a shot.

This time, Chen Wen intentionally aimed for the trees near the group of roe deer.

Bang bang bang...

With six muffled shots, the roe deer in the distance started to flee.

But they didn’t run far before two Siberian roe deer fell.

Before long, amid the excited barking of the hunting dogs, everyone again harvested their prey.

This time, it was the experienced Roland and the lucky Hua Yun who hit their targets.

Hua Yun looked at the Siberian roe deer she shot, eyes full of excitement.

As for Fred and the three who didn’t hit their targets, they were a bit despondent.

Gaston even regretted, slapping his thigh, "If only I would’ve aimed a little higher, sigh! What a shame!"

Adam was also helpless, "I didn’t hit. It’s purely because you fired first, shocking my target, and that’s why I missed. You owe me a roe deer!"

"Get lost!"

Gaston flipped him the middle finger, clearly doubting Adam’s words.

But Adam’s words did have some logic.

After everyone discussed, they set an upcoming hunting plan: two people per group, alternating shots upon finding prey, trying to give everyone a chance.