《Smoking Bandits》SB4.2 - A Little Hunter
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Orcs and Goblins have something in common when eating their prey. Both will try to keep the skeleton of their prey intact. This is similar to the habits of some primitive tribes on earth in the prehistoric era.
As soon as he entered the main hall, Lark rushed to the corner where dozens of skeletons were neatly arranged. Among the skeletons of deer, wildebeest, foxes, and other prey, lie two human skeletons.
The dog tag was still hanging from the neck of the two. So Lark could identify them. A female NCO and male soldier from Pine Co.
Orcs and Goblins also have a habit not to directly kill humans or the Humanoid Race they caught. For the male, they will cut open his stomach and enjoy his internal organs while he is still alive.
For the female, they will rape her. If she is still alive when the sex party is over, then she will be used as a means of reproduction. If not, then they will eat her.
Therefore, it was far better to commit suicide than to be caught alive by Orcs or Goblins. The problem is, the two Hostile Race are very adept at ambushing and capturing their victim alive.
After taking out two body bags from Wrist Pocket, Lark then turned towards Stanic. "Apart from their weapons, take what we can use. We will put the rest in the body bag along with the skeletons."
"Roger."
With alacrity, Stanic then took the magazines, ration pouch, potion pouch, and several other items.
Not long after that, Lark and Stanic cut off the Goblin's ears while a body bag hanging on their backs.
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Before returning to Pinetown, Lark decided to have breakfast at the mouth of the cave. When he packed the campfire and other items, Vivian looked at him questioningly.
But now, Vivian didn't look surprised when she saw a bonfire that was still burning, steaming ginger water, or deer legs that were almost cooked, suddenly popping up out of nowhere.
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"Be careful, it's a little hot." With a smile, Lark handed Vivian a cup of ginger water.
"Thank you."
Seeing Vivian carefully sipping on the ginger water, Lark smiled again.
When Lark activated Bloodslave on Terre and Vivian, he immediately learned of their relationship. Two years ago Terre adopted Vivian from an orphanage in Alba City.
However, the relationship between the two is not father and daughter. It's more like master and slave. Terre used Vivian's natural tracking skill to the fullest, whether for hunting animals, Hostile Race, or other hunters. He even forced Vivian to steal.
Every month Vivian can contribute up to 4-6 thousand Rell. A very good amount, although unfortunately she only received 200 Rells/month. Terre spent the rest of the money on women and alcohol.
Ironically, Vivian continues to work hard and hopes that someday Terre will treat her like his own child.
Actually, Terre was an adept shooter. It's just that, after not honing his skills for the past year, he still believes that his skills are still the same. He didn't even realize that when Vivian was tracking Lark, she'd purposely lost track of him.
To be honest, after he killed Terre, Lark still didn't know what to do with Vivian. One thing he did know was, he didn't have the heart to leave the child alone.
'Maybe I can teach her to be a hunter,' muttered Lark before starting to cut off the outermost parts of the roasted deer's leg.
After sowing it with a pinch of salt, Lark handed over a plate of grilled deer's leg to Vivian, "Do you want to become a hunter?"
"I do," Vivian replied before heartily eating a piece of grilled meat.
"I will teach you one or two things then."
A smile immediately bloomed on Lark's lips. Because now he can give Vivian a sense of purpose, while preparing a more feasible route for Wolf People's little girl.
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During the day, the trip to Pinetown is not too dangerous. However, precaution for unforeseen circumstances must still be done.
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As soon as breakfast was finished, Lark immediately prepared weapons and equipment for Vivian. With ease he prepared a potion pouch, personal hygiene kit, plastic water canteen, poncho, radio, and multipurpose pouch for empty magazines and trash.
However, for the ration pouch Lark took quite a while to prepare it. In the end, he made a combination of snacks for kids who were going to a picnic, consisting of:
4 biscuit tubes, each containing 10 Oreo-sized biscuits, 35 calories/biscuit, with the flavors of cheese, coffee milk, orange yogurt, and choco banana.
2 candy tubes, each containing 10 Mentos-sized chocolate candies, 10 calories/candy, caramel flavor, and grape yogurt.
4 packs of smoked jerky, each containing 3 pieces of bacon, 120 calories/piece.
1 tube of multivitamin and calcium, contains 10 fruit-flavored tablets.
While replacing Vivian's chest rig with a tactical belt and shoulder strep, Lark explained.
"We use a high mobility tactical belt and shoulder strap for 16-24 hours of hunter-killer missions. If we can build a campfire and hunt, the mission's duration can be extended to 36 hours."
"Mhm."
"The ammunition we carry is only used for silent ambushes or to cover a tactical retreat. For a raid mission, we will replace the shoulder strap with a chest rig so we can carry more ammunition."
"Mhm."
Vivian nodded slightly while Lark adjusted the skeleton suspension on her shoulder strap. Skeleton suspension serves to balance the distribution of the load between the waist and shoulders. So the user's neck and lower back do not get stiff and tired when he has to stay in one position for hours.
After that Lark began to attach various pouches to Vivian's waist. Vivian is not too interested in other pouches, except for the ration pouch. As soon as the ration pouch stuck to her waist, she immediately checked it.
Then, with a hopeful gaze Vivian looked at Lark. "Can I have more biscuits like the one Stanic gave me?"
"Sure."
Lark immediately handed over two beef curry biscuit tubes, and Vivian cheerfully put them in her left thigh pocket.
Finished with equipment, Lark then moved to weapons. Vivian already has a Compact Aitor combat knife and mini crossbow. So Lark only needs to give her firearms.
There is a quiver on Vivian's right waist, so Lark placed the handgun under her left armpit.
The handgun was a Sig P365 booty from Terre. It's packaged in a four-in-one pouch. The largest pouch contains the Sig P365, the two middle pouches contain two 10-round magazines each, and the last pouch contains a silencer.
After that Lark took out a mini backpack from Wrist Pocket. The mini backpack consists of two partitions. The first partition contains an MP9SD and a silencer. While the second partition contains eight magazine pouches.
The mini backpack can also be used to pack the mini crossbows and quivers. So Vivian can bring a mini crossbow and MP9SD together if needed. Regarding which one she will use as a primary or secondary weapon, Lark let Vivian decide for herself.
But unexpectedly, Vivian pointed to the AK-102 that Lark was using and said, "Can I use an AK?"
Lark smiled before answering, "I will teach you how to use AK. But right now your main mission is to master the 9 mm Para to the highest level."
While helping Vivian put on a green olive scarf, Lark added, "There are times when the 9 mm Para doesn't work as expected. But in general, it's a very effective caliber for CQB, especially if you're skilled at a headshot."
"Mhm."
Vivian nodded while Lark helped her put on Kassio G-Shock, green moss jungle hat, and black CQB glasses.
"Now, we spread traps in this nest, then go back to Pinetown."
"Okay."
Vivian nodded three times and Lark instantly smiled when he saw it.
*****
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