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The nameless creature suddenly appeared from behind the waterfall, clamped onto a golden monkey in its jaws, and swiftly retreated back behind the waterfall.
Suming had an epiphany, no wonder He and his group of poachers had sent two teams underwater, scoured the riverbed entirely, and still hadn't found their target!
The "thing" wasn't in the pool at all, but behind the waterfall above the pool!
If he hadn't guessed wrong, there must be a cave or some habitable space behind the waterfall, where the "thing" was hiding all along. It was only a waterfall away from the poachers, a mere stone's throw between them!
"Could it be a giant python?!" Suming suddenly recalled a horror movie titled 'Anaconda', where humans were being chased by a mutated giant python and took refuge behind a waterfall. However, the situation was reversed now; the "thing" was hiding behind the waterfall, while the poachers were outside.
If it indeed was a mutated python tens of meters long, it might actually be worth millions of US Dollars!
However, according to Suming's common sense, pythons couldn't possibly grow to tens of meters; reaching over a dozen meters was already a marvel of nature. Even with his current level of spiritual power, nurturing it over several years might help a grown python break past its size limit, but reaching tens of meters seemed improbable.
A quantitative change is bound to lead to a qualitative change. If there really was a python tens of meters long behind the waterfall, then these few men might not be able to handle it! Even guns would be useless!
There was no time for further thought; after the golden monkey was snatched away, a piercing scream resounded from behind the waterfall, then all went silent!
"Surround it! Surround it!"
Six poachers sprinted out from the opposite woods, guns in hand, and rushed to the edge of the water, forming a semicircle as they raised their rifles towards the waterfall, encircling the pool completely!
The appearance of the 'water monster' was as shocking to Suming as it was thrilling to the poachers, whose voices unconsciously grew louder in their excitement, allowing Suming to hear everything clearly.
"What the hell is that, He?"
"Is it the thing the client is looking for?"
The poachers, guns at the ready, pointed towards the waterfall and asked He loudly.
Even though this place was deep in the wilderness, the poachers were, after all, engaged in illegal activities. How could they possibly wait calmly in this place for one or two months? The night is long, and dreams are many. Who could predict what unexpected events might happen over two months?
The second choice was to send someone to risk passing through the waterfall and enter the cave on the other side...
This option, of course, was the most straightforward, but it was also extremely dangerous, almost tantamount to gambling with one's life!
Nobody knew what kind of creature the 'water monster' behind the waterfall was, and the hole was not large, allowing at most one person to bend over and move in and out. Even with a gun, there was no guarantee of safety!
In such a cramped space, firing a gun was a gamble with life. With just a bit of bad luck, there was no need for the 'water monster' to take action; a ricochet could be deadly!
If it really was a large python lying in wait behind the waterfall, then it would be a sure death for anyone who entered!
There was still another choice: turn back and leave. But then the 1.5 million dollars in commission would be washed away. Converted into Huaxia currency, each of them could take home over a million!
At this moment, the poachers had to make a difficult decision!
After discussing for a long time, they finally decided to send someone behind the waterfall to find out what was there, driven by the lure of money.
He brandished his Type 56 rifle and declared loudly, "Who will go in first? If the job is done, you'll get an extra 200,000 dollars!"
The poachers looked at each other, all a bit hesitant. Life was precious, but the temptation of 200,000 dollars was equally significant!
Suming was certain that in the end, someone would be willing to earn those 200,000 dollars, and surely, it would not be He.
As expected, after a few minutes, a poacher stepped forward: "He, I'll go. But let's make it clear—my extra 200,000 must not be a penny less."
The one who stepped forward was not the muscular Da Xiong but, surprisingly, the lanky Mr. Qian, who had been the most vocal with complaints on the road.
"Good!"
He nodded, drew a pistol from his waist and handed it over to Mr. Qian, meanwhile unloading Mr. Qian's shoulder rifle, and said, "The buyer wants it alive; the price will be greatly reduced if it's dead. The rifle is too powerful; you take the pistol! Don't shoot unless you have to. It's best to use a knife!"