Infinite Hunter

Cheng Yijiu had already swiftly used the corner of the wall to climb up to a higher place, hiding himself in a high corner. If he were discovered, he could still escape from the dome as quickly as possible. However, that would test his arm strength and balance. In the past, only a guy named Drake had done this, and now it was likely that Cheng Yijiu would be involved.

The poor security guard was torn to pieces alive, while the skeletal beasts fought wildly, snatching the flesh. "Is this edible?" If Cheng Yijiu had a lion skin and a greatsword, he wouldn't mind going down and unleashing his invincibility, but he had nothing, and the power of this world's God of Light was somewhat insufficient. It turned out that these "resurrected" monsters were truly capable of cannibalism—the flesh and blood they devoured actually disappeared, as if falling into the stomachs of beasts with invisible skin and flesh.

These beasts were silent, but Cheng Yijiu could hear their fierce roars within. The wildest murderous aura permeated the entire museum. Cheng Yijiu's gaze wasn't focused on the largest Tyrannosaurus skeleton, but on the American lion's skeleton. This beast had snatched an arm in the earlier struggle, but of course the largest carcasses had been taken by the Tyrannosaurus and several other carnivorous dinosaurs.

The American lion was lucky enough to get an arm - the Smilodon got nothing.

These beasts wandered around the museum, surprisingly not running away—the American lion walked back and forth, getting closer and closer to the corner where Cheng Yijiu was standing. "Damn it!" Cheng Yijiu muttered silently, and then he looked into the empty eye sockets below. The big cat's three round holes faced him—the eye sockets and nostrils, but Cheng Yijiu seemed to see a pair of large yellow eyes.

The roar was silent. The beast suddenly leaned against the wall, stood up, and opened its mouth towards Cheng Yijiu. If it were flesh and blood, it would have roared. "Didn't it attract the attention of those carnivorous dinosaurs? Otherwise, it would be quite troublesome. But if it attracted those that can swim or fly, it would be quite troublesome too." Cheng Yijiu had no fighting ability at the moment, so he began the most difficult rock climbing.

It was upside-down rock climbing. "I just hope these cracks are strong enough. If I fall, I'll really have to parkour." Cheng Yijiu, having taken so many risks, wasn't nervous anymore—nervousness wouldn't do him any good; it would just tense up his muscles. The monster below was furious, and Cheng Yijiu had time to think about what was going on as he climbed. Just then, he heard the museum door hinges click, and someone pushed open the door.

"Oh, bad luck to them." He didn't care who came in; they were all going to die anyway. Luckily, the cracks didn't loosen or expand, so he successfully climbed to the dome. He only needed to push open the trapdoor on the side to leave the room. At this time, he had time to look down and see which unlucky people came in.

"Damn, it's you, Nathan, who doesn't even change his pants?" Cheng Yijiu was relieved. The only two people who came in were Elizabeth and Nathan, sneaking around like a jerk. "Oh, damn, he's finished." In the darkness, Cheng Yijiu could clearly see the Tyrannosaurus Rex silently approaching the two idiots from the side. As for the other beasts, they were still in the dark - they instinctively avoided the area illuminated by the emergency lights.

Nathan and Elizabeth, the idiots, were still waving their flashlights around, but they couldn't even see the approaching Tyrannosaurus. Cheng Yijiu had no ability to save them, so he took out a coin and shot it out, hitting the stupid Nathan directly. "Hey, Nathan, look at the nine o'clock direction!" A voice with a strained throat sounded... Then Cheng Yijiu pushed open the small door and went to the roof, of course he closed the door.

When he closed the door, he heard Elizabeth's scream and Nathan's cries - they were still full of energy, probably because they had not yet entered the Tyrannosaurus's mouth.

Otherwise, if the upper and lower jaws are squeezed, it can only make a gurgling sound and cannot shout.

Cheng Yijiu wandered the rooftops and, as expected, discovered the shattered suitcase. Following the angle of the shattered suitcase, he found the crystal. "It glowed a very dim, dark red light," he said, picking it up and examining it against the moon. "I have a feeling this might be the cause—because it's the only mysterious object I've come into contact with." Feeling like he'd solved a small puzzle, Cheng Yijiu felt elated.

He twisted his body forward and backward, "It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well..." Then he slid down the sewer pipe at high speed, snapped his fingers after landing, slid to the back with a beautiful step, found the motorcycle and prepared to run away.

He took the crystal, and the commotion behind him ceased—Cheng Yijiu knew what was coming the moment he left with the crystal. Nathan, frantically running for his life, performing a parkour trick in the furniture store, clutched Elizabeth, and was about to be pinned to the ground by the claws of the leaping Dakotaraptor fossil. However, the beast's skeleton disintegrated mid-air, sending a pile of replica resin bones crashing down on the two men.

Cheng Yijiu didn't want to explain why the replicated specimen could be "resurrected". "Just think of it as the spirit of a predator wandering around here."

Chapter XIII

"Oh, they've got some work to do," Cheng Yijiu sighed as he rode the motorcycle. After obtaining another crystal, he was almost certain this was one of his targets. The crystal had shattered in many places after the impact, and the remaining part looked to Cheng Yijiu like a piece of bone, jadeified bone. "Looks like this should be a vertebra?" Cheng Yijiu thought it looked very human.

Forget about anything else, just stuff it into your backpack first. The motorcycle sped away, leaving Elizabeth and the others to clean up the mess. "I think they might be fired from the company, or even asked for compensation. So pitiful, hahahaha." He had already received the money, so let that unlucky Nathan die - according to Cheng Yijiu's estimation, this guy would be off somewhere to shoot nature again in about a week, and he would always get business that could make up for his losses.

As for the psychopathic racist Ms. Elizabeth, get as far away from her as possible.

Motorcycles are, after all, nimble and fast. Cheng Yijiu rode during the day, filling up with jerry cans when he ran out of gas, and filling up both the jerry can and the tank at gas stations. In less than a week, he had reached New York City—indeed, he hadn't taken his original route, but had instead turned around and crossed the North American continent. He had long ago lost the phone and SIM card Nathan had given him, and now relied entirely on the small income he earned on the road to survive.

A small income was actually quite good. He had $300 on him right now—not too much, he had to spend it quickly, otherwise he would be spotted by the police on the road and could be legally robbed at any time. And Cheng Yijiu really didn't want to kill the police.

Because of this, Cheng Yijiu had completely changed his outfit—from his motorcycle helmet to his leather jacket, pants, and hiking boots. He even switched to a regular road bike, which was both more fuel-efficient and easier to control. He could carry more, too. Some of his luggage fit in the boxes on both sides, and there was even room for two gas drums. After arriving in New York, his journey would come to an end. The lion hadn't appeared again along the way...

Cheng Yijiu felt relieved, sold his motorcycle, and borrowed some money from a few people he disliked during the New York night. He then checked into a hotel and, during the day, visited the American Museum of Natural History in Central Park—the same location where "Night at the Museum" was filmed. It would be interesting if the museum came alive at night, too. So, before closing time, Cheng Yijiu found an opportunity to sneak onto the rooftop and hide, hoping to see if that would happen.

By sunset, surprisingly, the exhibits hadn't rioted. "Ah, what a shame! I'd love to experience Night at the Museum again." Cheng Yijiu, descending from the rooftop, strolled through the museum. The exhibits remained motionless, and even the bones in his pocket didn't react. "Maybe New York isn't where those beasts used to roam? What a shame," Cheng Yijiu thought self-righteously.

He continued down the drainpipe from the rooftop, completely ignoring the homeless on the street. Of course, he also borrowed some money from a few black guys he disliked. Then, Cheng Yijiu suddenly had the urge to go to Central Park. He had already bought his plane ticket to Egypt. He would return home via the Arabian Peninsula, so his destination would likely still be within China. It was a feeling.

There are New Yorkers who dare to run at night in the urban jungle under the moonlight. There were many such people in the 1980s and 1990s, but in recent years, few people dare to run in Central Park at night - it's not worth encountering a madman who has too much drugs. Cheng Yijiu looked at the lake in the moonlight, and his mood was very calm. It was so calm that he slowly turned around, inhaled and exhaled - and drew his dagger.

He had been very careful not to give the Federation any chance to capture him, so he didn't carry a gun, but a Rambo hunting knife should be legal. In front of Cheng Yijiu was the silver-gray cat, with a broad forehead and long cheeks—lions always have this, their faces much longer than tigers. The huge lion stood there in the moonlight, looking at Cheng Yijiu calmly.

Cheng Yijiu, who had turned around, was also calmly observing the large cat. This time, he carefully memorized the faint markings on the lion's shoulders, which he would later use to identify the monster. "From the beginning to the end, there was only one?" Cheng Yijiu was well aware that what he had encountered was something beyond the reach of Apollo's divine power, yet still possessed some kind of magical power.

A puma appeared in New York's Central Park, something that is absolutely impossible.

However, the beast was now directly before him, and both sides knew exactly what was about to happen. This time, there was no escape option; only one of them could successfully escape. The distance between the big cat and Cheng Yijiu was only about three meters, a critical barrier for both.

The battle began in an instant. The American lion, its fur gleaming in the moonlight, roared and pounced, while the powerful hunter charged the lion as well. Cheng Yijiu knew he would lose if he retreated or rolled sideways. He had no choice but to confront the beast head-on. If he could avoid the beast's massive claws, he would have a chance to deliver a savage blow to the beast.

The 350-plus kilograms of weight delivered a powerful impact to the American lion. Cheng Yijiu, having lowered his center of gravity, used his left arm and elbow to leverage the momentum and strike the lion's nose, preventing the beast's claws from pinning him down. The hunter held the lion steady, preventing it from pinning him to the ground. As for the knife in his right hand, he decisively stabbed it diagonally.

The American lion was also a cunning warrior. It decisively leaned sideways, using the thick flesh and fur of its shoulder to block the knife that Cheng Yijiu had originally aimed at its ribs. If Cheng Yijiu had succeeded in stabbing it, the lion would have been doomed - this was the lungs, and a stab would have caused pneumothorax and internal bleeding, and the lion would have quickly drowned in its own blood.

Now, it used its decisive reaction and the thick fur and muscles of its shoulders to block the fatal blow. "This thing..." Cheng Yijiu sighed. Due to the change in position and the torque, his blade only penetrated a little over ten centimeters. For a beast with fur that was perhaps only five or six centimeters thick, this wound was nothing. Even if it severed some tendons, it would only cause it a slight inconvenience.

Chapter Fourteen

After a quick exchange of blows, the lion's shoulder bled, and Cheng Yijiu suffered no better results. The lion's heavy force left him bruised and swollen wherever it touched him. His bones were fine, but a break would have been a serious problem. Without the protection of the lion's hide, Cheng Yijiu had to be extremely careful of the lion's claws. If he were to be bitten and grabbed by the monster, it would be difficult for him to deal with it with his strength.

The American lion also had to be wary of Cheng Yijiu's attacks. After all, the hunting knife's hardness and lethality were far greater than those of its claws; a single penetration could truly be fatal. The man before him was also incredibly powerful—more like a bear-like monster than a human. Wild animals also have a sense of terror, and the American lion seemed to understand that this was a fight to the death, with only one creature escaping alive.

Cheng Yijiu's advantage lay in his clothing—out of habit, he'd always worn sturdy hunting gear, made of fabrics not much worse than wild animal fur. In ancient times, it would have been considered lightweight cloth or leather armor. Therefore, even if the claws scratched and stripped the cloth, the injuries wouldn't be serious. In most cases, they'd only cause scratches or bruises, and any bites wouldn't penetrate deeply.

Cheng Yijiu didn't want to be seriously injured in order to kill the beast. For a human to slay the largest feline beast was a daunting task—without the divine support of Phobos and Apollo. Humans have the advantage of standing upright, possessing a variety of striking techniques, and possessing throws and strangles. Even the mighty demigod lion had been strangled to death by Cheng Yijiu, so this American lioness was certainly no match for the demigod lion...

Cheng Yijiu bent down to face the lion directly. He would have felt more at ease if he had a spear in his hand—wild beasts often mistake a spear in a human's hand for an organ, easily fooling them and willingly accepting the spear's attack. This American lion before him was different, so Cheng Yijiu took the initiative to attack. He used his left hand as bait, waving it in front of him while his right hand lurked like a venomous snake.

"It's a beast after all!" Seeing the lion focus on his left hand, rushing over to smack it with its claws, and even trying to bite his body, Cheng Yijiu decisively flicked his left hand back and launched a powerful left-side sweeping kick. This is also one of the advantages of humans: a variety of attack methods. And humans are not weak in leg strength. The American lion, without a lion's mane to cushion the blow, took a solid kick to the right side of the head.

The kick was so powerful that even a lion weighing over 350 kilograms was knocked sideways, especially its head. This was also a large carnivore; a medium-sized animal would probably have had its skull shattered by now.

The lion, having taken the hit, shook its head and retreated, even stumbling a bit. Cheng Yijiu's insteps and calves felt somewhat numb. The American lion was indeed very strong, and the reaction force made him almost lose his balance.

Cheng Yijiu chose to strike while he was weak. He ignored the numbness in his ankle and rushed forward. The lion roared, half-standing up and hugging Cheng Yijiu. This was a huge mistake. Cheng Yijiu held the lion's jaw with his left hand, and exerted force on his waist and back, forcing the lion to stand up again. The lion's forelimbs were not as flexible and powerful as the tiger's. After being lifted up, it could only hold Cheng Yijiu's back and not move - it couldn't even use its claws to tear.

Because it relies entirely on its two hind legs for support, and how can a cat have such flexible hind legs? So, for a moment, the American lion became very immobile. In this brief moment, Cheng Yijiu's right hand swiftly and forcefully stabbed the lion's chest and abdomen, which were wide open. In the blink of an eye, he had stabbed more than ten times, each time hitting the cross guard. This was a blade of nearly thirty centimeters, and after it was thrust in and out, the blood really leaked out like a torn bag.

Furthermore, Cheng Yijiu's wrist was twisted, and the blade was horizontal to avoid getting caught in the ribs when stabbing. So from the feel of his hand, Cheng Yijiu knew that he had most likely pierced the lion's lungs, but it was hard to say whether he had pierced the heart. What Cheng Yijiu could feel was that the lion on his body suddenly became heavier. Far from being nervous, Cheng Yijiu was actually very happy. The lion could no longer control its own body.

Cheng Yijiu felt extreme pain in his left arm muscles, most likely a severe sprain. The force he'd applied to hold the lion's jaws to prevent it from biting him was too great, and the resulting damage had damaged his muscles. His back also hurt. Although his thickened hunting jacket protected him, the lion's claws must have torn through his clothes, and the flesh around his shoulder blades had been tucked up. Cheng Yijiu could feel a sticky sensation in his waist. "There's quite a bit of blood," he sighed.

Looking into the lion's eyes made Cheng Yijiu very happy - because those were a pair of eyes that were gradually losing their luster, "Why would it be confused and unwilling? Maybe it chose the wrong way to deal with it, and ended up failing directly? So it's unwilling to accept it?" Cheng Yijiu didn't know the situation either. The clothes in front of him were also stained with the spurted blood. Cheng Yijiu took a step back and let the lion land and stand firm on its own.

It wanted to pounce and bite, but its lungs, filled with blood and compressed, made it impossible. The lion fell to the ground, breathing hard and spewing pink foam, but not much air could enter its lungs, and blood began to seep out from under its body. After a few minutes, the American lion, which was staring at Cheng Yijiu, made a strange snoring sound and then stopped breathing.

Cheng Yijiu watched as the giant feline gradually shrivelled up, its fur withered and peeled off, until only a blackened skeleton remained. "Is this color from the asphalt pit?" Cheng Yijiu was a little unsure, but soon, something like a translucent gem rolled out of the skull.

Cheng Yijiu went over to pick it up and found that it was a bone that might be part of the coccyx.

"Hmph, it looks like they came together. Two bones have emerged, and even a mediocre biologist like me can roughly estimate its size—when alive, this animal was probably about the size of a North American gray wolf, which is pretty big." Cheng Yijiu thought, gesturing at the two bones. He was going back to clean the wound, wash it, disinfect it, and then apply ointment...

Chapter 15

Cheng Yijiu returned to the hotel—he hadn't checked into those fancy hotels to avoid the hassle—if the front desk saw him like this and called the police, he'd have to explain himself. As for the fossil bones scattered around the park? That wasn't a big deal, since Cheng Yijiu only brought back the skull; he'd thrown the rest into the lake. It was best if no one was in the elevator. After returning to his room, Cheng Yijiu relaxed.

He tore off his tattered clothes and showered to rinse off the dirt. He then used a mirror to reflect the wound with warm water and then took out some iodine to disinfect it. Finally, he applied Apollo's ointment. Cheng Yijiu's eyebrows twitched as the iodine was poured on him. After applying the ointment, he felt much better. It stopped the bleeding and relieved the pain, and the wound healed much faster.

After applying the ointment, he bandaged it himself with a large band-aid and dressing. Afterwards, Cheng Yijiu took an antibacterial and anti-inflammatory pill before lying down to sleep.

After a long sleep, Cheng Yijiu packed his torn clothes to throw away, and donned a regular coat, he prepared to return home. He was still a little nervous as he cleared customs and boarded his flight—what if he was on some wanted list? That wouldn't be a good thing. As for the two bones, he could explain them. Fortunately, the US customs officer in charge of the inspection was apparently one of the most irresponsible types. After a quick glance, he signaled Cheng Yijiu to leave.

There was no problem boarding the plane, and the plane turned back before it even reached halfway. Cheng Yijiu was a little nervous, fearing the plane would crash, and he didn't feel relieved until he landed in London. This is a kind of mental illness.

After getting off the plane, he naturally took a train across the English Channel. He didn't want to fly again, so he planned to take the train all the way, then fly back to the Arabian Peninsula after entering Eastern Europe. Fortunately, he had enough money; Elizabeth had given him quite a bit. It was a shame that he lost both the wife and the army, and he still didn't know what would become of this woman. Even Nathan and Cheng Yijiu planned to call after returning to China, just to make sure their number didn't work.

"Will he be killed by someone?" Cheng Yijiu was not sure.

The sleeper berths were quite comfortable all the way, and nothing seemed to happen until we reached Romania...

"Oh shit!" Cheng Yijiu looked at the faintly glowing bones in the bag - the skull of a lion. He had someone forge the export documents. The Americans didn't care about this at all. There were plenty of bones in the tar pits, all circulating in the auction market and being sold at will. "Damn it, please don't make any noise on the train." At the next stop, Cheng Yijiu quickly got off. "Where is this place?" He could see the mountains outside from the station. He knew this mountain range as "Alps-Walachia."

The city wasn't big, maybe only a few tens of thousands of people? Cheng Yi didn't pay attention to this for a long time. He quickly packed his bag and headed into the mountains. It would be difficult to deal with the city. What if it attracted some trucks and cars and turned them into mechanical monsters? That would be the end. He didn't have the ability to deal with the mechanical monsters at the moment. If the situation got out of hand, it would be bad for everyone. There were not many people in the mountains. Most Romanians lived on the Wallachian Plain, so there were not many real mountain dwellers.

The mountains are poor, with only a few hunters making a living hunting. The deep forests here haven't been visited for years. It's precisely because of this that Romania still has a high prevalence of bears and other wild animals. Cheng Yijiu went to the mountains because he thought he could handle the animals there. He quickly took a thick branch, scorched the front with a flame, and split it. He then removed the handle of the hunting knife, inserted the base of the knife, and passed a sharp nail through the hole, finally tying it with rope.

Using a spear is better than using a knife, at least it is much safer.

After a long while, Cheng Yijiu realized that the two bones were nothing but a faint glow. So, he scratched his chin and thought, "Does this mean there are some here too? Just like the one I encountered last time in Japan. A European brown bear? This thing is mainly vegetarian, so it's not very dangerous, right?" Ninety percent of the European brown bear's diet consists of fruits, tubers, young leaves, etc., with a small amount of fish and carrion. In Cheng Yijiu's opinion, it is indeed not dangerous.

But now that he's here, how can he get away with it so easily?

The towering mountains of the Romanian Alps are filled with caves. These caves were not only the home of Cro-Magnons tens of thousands of years ago, but also the habitat of several ferocious beasts. Within one of these caves, a massive pile of bones began to stir. A pair of red lights shone from the skull once mistaken for a dragon. The bones automatically joined together, moving forward on all fours as if in life.

When it emerged from the cave, it had become a massive brown bear, weighing over 800 kilograms and standing nearly four meters tall. It was probably the largest carnivore in Europe, and one of the largest bears. This European cave bear was descending along a path of gravel and brush, and there was a high probability that its direction of travel would intersect with Cheng Yijiu's.

Cheng Yijiu had no desire to venture deeper into the mountains. He had only walked for a day since leaving the train station, and even within two kilometers, the area looked deserted. He stopped here to observe any subsequent changes. After all, any monsters that might attack from the mountains would have to expend considerable energy, and this place was quite far from human towns, with even the road ten kilometers away. He didn't expect any mechanical monsters to charge in.

Otherwise he would have arrived by the time he crossed the road on foot.

Backpack aside, the hunter stood quietly in the grass, spear in hand. Tall birch and oak trees surrounded him, offering excellent visibility. He waited for the inevitable attack. "It's almost certain there's another skeleton here, likely revitalizing an ancient beast. It's very similar to the trip to Japan, where some force revived a long-dead beast..."

Cheng Yijiu continued to think, "Is there any connection between them? Or is it fortunate that no Tyrannosaurus was resurrected in Montana? Although the one in the museum looks scary, it should not be as strong as a real resurrected Tyrannosaurus." This is Romania. Cheng Yijiu was thinking about the ferocious beasts that had existed in this land. There was no doubt that he could choose from several beasts such as cave lions, cave bears, and cave hyenas.

"It's this guy." After seeing the figure crawling into view, Cheng Yijiu sighed, "He's really brave and more accustomed to getting along with humans. There's a reason why most of my prey are bears."

Chapter 16

This bear reminded Cheng Yijiu of the man-eating bear he'd shot in the United States. It was even larger than the brown bears of the Kodiak Peninsula. There was no doubt it was a cave bear—its forehead, much higher and steeper than that of a brown bear, proved this. He only had a spear in his hand, not a gun. While Eastern European countries generally had average security, Cheng Yijiu wasn't in a country where he could easily carry a gun.

Cheng Yijiu was faced with a choice between fleeing and fighting. If the giant bear stood up, Cheng Yijiu wouldn't even be half its height. "Let's give it a try," the hunter decided. He took the initiative and rushed forward, ready to use the trees to deal with the cave bear. Could a blade less than 30 centimeters long really inflict damage on this enormous bear?

Yes, it is possible, but it is more difficult.

After all, humans relied on crude spears and slings to kill cave bears. They killed the bears while they hibernated, and then in the spring, when they woke up, they came to kill people. In the end, the bears lost. Cheng Yijiu, a modern man, was definitely stronger than ancient humans, and the weapons he wielded were undoubtedly far more formidable than spears made of bone or stone.

Cheng Yijiu's thrusts weren't very effective, despite their speed and good aim. But the bear reacted quickly, using its claws to deflect the incoming spear, so that the strike only grazed the bear's fur, taking away a clump of hair.

There is also a benefit, which is that it proves that the grass spear is still quite strong and has not broken or caused the hunting knife at the spearhead to fall off.

The next action was nothing more than King Qin walking around the pillar. The huge cave bear was not as flexible as lions and tigers. It could only roar but couldn't catch Cheng Yijiu who was running around several big trees - this was of course because of Cheng Yijiu's extraordinary physical fitness and athletic ability, otherwise ordinary people would have been caught and bitten.

Cheng Yijiu managed to land several stabs during this process, but unfortunately, they were all flesh wounds. Cheng Yijiu's movements consisted of sliding, sideways, and crossover steps, much like the dribbling moves on the basketball court. Within this range of maneuvering, he was indeed faster than the bear. If they were running in a straight line in the mountains, Cheng Yijiu would be no match for the bear.

If he could transform into a Bihari man-eating tiger today, he could also fight and kill this 800-kilogram cave bear, but this is impossible.

As for bleeding the cave bear until it collapsed from excessive blood loss, that seemed quite difficult at the moment - it was only flesh wounds, which wild animals could withstand, and these injuries were not even as serious as the injuries inflicted by a matador in the bullring when he bled the bull to provoke a fight.

Now that he understood the situation, Cheng Yijiu began to try to evacuate. Since it was a resurrected cave bear, he didn't mind bringing it into town and letting the police shoot down this resurrected monster. He finally understood that although these monsters looked like "resurrected", they were actually just like normal animals and were susceptible to normal physical attacks.

There shouldn't be any such weird monsters that are ineffective against modern weapons.

Cheng Yijiu was observing the terrain. He had already decided how to escape this situation. For example, he could run downhill. He would definitely not be able to outrun the bear if he ran up the mountain, but running downhill was possible, unless the bear rolled down. However, if it rolled down, there would be no pursuit. There was a road not far outside, and there were still cars coming and going. Once there, he should be able to force a car to hit the cave bear.

How could flesh fight steel? Even if the car malfunctioned and was destroyed, the bear would at least break a few bones, which would make it easier to deal with. So, let's run. First, daze the bear, then use the trees to circle around it, forcing it to hesitate between two close trees. Then, Cheng Yijiu would be gone.

The cave bear froze for a long moment before it relentlessly pursued Cheng Yijiu. Just as Cheng Yijiu had anticipated, the bear couldn't run as fast down the mountain. It rolled over from time to time, having sustained numerous wounds on its shoulders and forelimbs from Cheng Yijiu. Cheng Yijiu had already reached the road, and he quickly climbed onto it. The giant bear behind him also roared and ran onto the road.

There weren't many cars passing by. Cheng Yijiu saw an SUV, which quickly crossed the road. The giant bear roared and chased after it. "Just right!" Cheng Yijiu chuckled. From behind, there was the sound of brakes, a heavy crash, a roar of pain, and finally a woman's scream. Only then did Cheng Yijiu turn around to observe the situation.

The bear looked almost as big as the SUV, but that was an illusion. The car had indeed struck the bear hard, but the car had braked hard beforehand, preventing the full force of the impact. The hood was warped and lifted, the front bumper was definitely damaged, and the windshield was cracked. The cave bear was about two meters away from the SUV, and one shoulder and chest looked a bit strange...

After all, this was an SUV, weighing at least two or three tons, far heavier than a mere 800-kilogram cave bear. The one screaming was, of course, the woman inside—this rugged SUV was actually driven by a woman. She probably saw clearly what she had hit and was simply terrified.

The girl had never seen such a big bear before. After screaming, she just wanted to kick the accelerator and run away quickly, and call the police at the same time. However, the car didn't move at all, which seemed to be a problem. So she quickly called and locked the car doors at the same time - fortunately, the girl still had normal thinking ability in this regard.

Cheng Yijiu also circled around, wanting to see if there was a chance. If so, he could stab the bear in the heart, or at least slit its throat. Of course, he also wanted to protect this lucky woman; after all, she had done him a great favor. As he got closer, Cheng Yijiu saw more. The bear, struggling to stand up, had clearly been hit on the side with its forelimb bones broken...

"The upper arm is fractured. It's hard to say whether the ribs are broken or not, but it's definitely severely bruised. The muscles in this area are probably bleeding internally." Cheng Yijiu felt that the bear's combat effectiveness had dropped by at least 50%. It's a serious matter if an arm is not working properly, whether it's for attack or defense.

Even escaping was difficult. After the bear stood up, it was smart not to fight back, but decisively turned around and fled towards the forest. Cheng Yijiu did not chase it - if he really wanted to kill the bear with the weapon in his hand, it would take a lot of time and energy, and there was no telling what would happen next.

He quickly packed his backpack and ran towards the station. Before the police arrived, he bought the next train, turned back to Bucharest to buy a ticket to Moscow, and finally took the train back to the country.

Chapter 17

"Maybe there's a chance later," Cheng Yijiu thought. The mission didn't seem to require him to retrieve all the unidentified bones, so keeping one for later wouldn't be a problem, right? Cheng Yijiu had a vague feeling about this mission. "It's not like hunting those man-eating beasts in the past. It's more like stopping something from happening... The question is, can I really stop it?" Cheng Yijiu sighed.

He walked back to the station, bought a ticket, and arrived in the Romanian capital the next day. The next step was to try to reach Moscow, and then buy a ticket in Moscow and slowly return to China. The cave bear had not appeared again. Without a rifle, Cheng Yijiu certainly did not want to rush in with a simple spear - the battle with the American lion was enough, and he did not want to do it again. "If you keep doing this kind of thing, sooner or later there will be no trace of your body left."

Using a spear when you can use a gun, and the key is that the spear is not a truly finely crafted spear, but a straw one. This kind of play will really get you killed. At the very least, you need some kind of projectile weapon like a crossbow. The power of a modern crossbow is more than enough to kill a cave bear. Unfortunately, where can Cheng Yijiu get one in such a short time? So it's better to return home first and preserve the bones in hand.

The journey across Russia went smoothly, probably because they went through Mongolia instead of Siberia, so there were no strange sightings like the resurrection of mammoths. It had been over a month since Cheng Yijiu left the country, and he had spent a considerable amount of energy. Fortunately, he had status and a house in China, so he plunged into the journey and rested for three days before recovering.

After that, he received a call, "There are good things, do you want to come?" The address book showed that it was someone from the Shanghai Museum, "Remember to come, big news." The other party was also a researcher at the Institute of Vertebrate Zoology, and Cheng Yijiu also found out his relationship with them on the computer - as a famous wildlife photographer, he had a good personal income, and he also had a degree in biology. He had been donating to the Vertebrate Paleontology Research Fund for a long time, and was considered a well-known person in the industry.

"I didn't expect him to be a producer..." Cheng Yijiu muttered as he watched the video on his computer. "What a surprise." Indeed, he was a documentary producer and director, and his team was highly skilled in special effects and research. His experience as a photographer observing animals in the wild gave him incredibly realistic paleontological effects, comparable to those in Jurassic Park. As a result, the series sold well and had a significant impact.

He is a well-known figure in this industry...

This time, he checked the message on his phone. The other party also wanted him to follow a documentary series, covering everything from archaeological excavation to research and mounting, and finally ecological research. Cheng Yijiu sighed. "It's probably going to cause trouble, so I might as well go. Some 'discovery of the century'? They've probably discovered a new specimen of Tyrannosaurus in Zhucheng, Shandong, China."

China is a leading paleontologist, leading the world in excavations of many categories of paleontology, including dinosaurs. However, in the public eye, the United States is the dinosaur superpower—after all, their dinosaur discoveries are so famous. From the Tyrannosaurus Rex, the most powerful carnivorous dinosaur, whose fossils are incredibly numerous, some of them remarkably complete, to the famous herbivorous Triceratops, and of course, the many Longnecks and even Velociraptors—American dinosaur discoveries were made early, are renowned, and have been the subject of numerous film productions...

There are many species of dinosaurs in China, but when it comes to famous carnivorous dinosaurs, none of them is as famous as the American Tyrannosaurus Rex.

While China does have a tyrannosaur like Tarbosaurus, second only to Tyrannosaurus Rex in size, and a similarly comparable Tyrannosaurus from Zhucheng, Shandong, none of them are as well-known—of which only two jaw fragments and a few teeth remain. Fortunately, the excavation in Zhucheng, Shandong, has yielded a surprise: perhaps a relatively complete fossil.

And what else could this be? It simply signaled the arrival of the target? If he wasn't careful, it might suddenly rise up and engage him in combat. The problem was, guns were banned in China. Where would he get a weapon capable of injuring a Tyrannosaurus Rex that was over ten meters long? Would he use a spear? Or perhaps even a high-powered hunting bow?

"Let's take it one step at a time." Cheng Yijiu could only think this way. He didn't dare to take his gun with him. He hoped that the target would launch an attack at his home. That way, he could at least use his gun to fight from home.

The high-speed train changed to a small passenger car and arrived at the destination. The person in charge was called Wang Anren. He was not much older than Cheng Yijiu, but he was already a researcher at the Shanghai Museum and an associate researcher at the Spine Institute. He was very happy when he saw Cheng Yijiu. "I'll take you there later. Have you called them?" Cheng Yijiu nodded. "I have called them all. When the time comes, we will shoot enough footage and edit and create special effects in the studio. I guarantee that you will get a hit documentary."

His studio buddies actually all had their own careers, but Cheng Yijiu contacted them through the group chat, and two photographers had already rushed over with their equipment. In fact, they arrived earlier than Cheng Yijiu - they lived nearby, one in Shandong and the other in Beijing.