In the distance, the scouting wolf running at high speed seemed to hit an invisible wall, its massive body crashing heavily into the snow, never to move again.
Another wolf was frightened by the gunshot and immediately changed direction, attempting to flee into the woods.
"Bang!"
The second gunshot followed immediately. That wolf was also running when a bullet precisely pierced through its neck.
Two shots, two wolves. Clean and quick, leaving no time for reaction.
A suppressed cheer and sigh of relief rose from the team.
Jack exclaimed excitedly, "God, Lin! These two shots were incredible! They can even be called great shots!"
The other hunters, both new and old, were stunned. Buck's mouth opened slightly, his disbelief turning into pure shock.
Only Stan, a veteran hunter, understood the terrifying skill behind these two shots. To accurately hit a high-speed moving target over a hundred fifty meters away without support, this couldn't be described simply as good marksmanship.
