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"Big ones?" Garrick listened carefully for a moment but heard nothing. "I don't hear anything, and what kind of large animals could there be around Oxford?"

"Just because you didn't hear it doesn't mean I didn't. I'm guessing it's wild boars. Judging by the footsteps, they should be pretty heavy. Be careful and don't make any noise; let's sneak up on them quietly," William pointed ahead, pretending to listen closely again, while actually using his mental powers to scan the area. "There should be seven or eight wild boars. Stay behind me and keep yourself safe. If things get dangerous, climb a tree."

Garrick, an experienced hunter despite not having much time for it in recent years, knew the danger of encountering a whole pack of wild boars. "Don't worry about me. I know how to handle wild boars. I bagged quite a few when I was younger."

He gently opened the shotgun's magazine, checked the ammunition, nodded at William, and crouched down as he moved toward a large tree.

Seeing Garrick's skilled movements, William decided not to worry about him. He tiptoed forward for a few minutes until they were about 30 meters away from the wild boar pack. William raised his right arm, clenched his fist, and signaled Garrick to stop.

After observing the surroundings for a moment, William pointed to a large tree and used tactical hand signals to instruct Garrick to climb up using a branch that was less than two meters off the ground.

Garrick nodded, gave an "OK" gesture, and moved toward the tree. However, instead of climbing up immediately, he hid behind the tree, waiting for William to make a move.

William attached the ammo pouch to his waist for quick reloading, then circled around the wild boar pack, positioning himself behind them so that when he opened fire, he could drive them toward Garrick.

When William was about 30 meters behind the wild boar pack, he didn't shoot immediately. Instead, he moved another ten meters closer.

If he had a rifle, it would have been easier; William could guarantee a headshot with every pull of the trigger. But both he and Garrick were using 12-gauge shotguns. A 12-gauge shell is most effective within 20 meters, with its power significantly decreasing every additional 10 meters beyond that. At 60 meters, unless it hits a vital spot like the eye, a 12-gauge shell poses little threat to a wild boar.

Eyeing the large animals not far ahead, William crouched down behind a tree, about 17 or 18 meters from the wild boars, to ensure a lethal shot.

After observing for a few seconds, he mentally chose his shooting order and targets, then raised his shotgun and gently squeezed the trigger, aiming at the largest boar. The shot rang out, shattering the forest's silence, and the largest wild boar fell straight to the ground as if struck by a paralysis spell.

Without missing a beat, William quickly turned his gun on the second largest boar, which had started to turn and flee. Another shot echoed, and the fleeing boar tumbled into the dirt, rolling a few times.

After these two shots, William ejected the spent shells, grabbed two more from his waist, and swiftly reloaded. He fired at two more boars that had run about 20 meters away, hitting them both in the hind legs.

He didn't bother with the remaining boars as they were too far away, and with the dense forest, he no longer had a clear shot. Besides, the remaining boars had already fled some 40 or 50 meters. Reloading would take too long to catch up.

However, Garrick was waiting in the direction the boars had fled, and sure enough, a few seconds later, two more gunshots echoed from not far away—evidence that Garrick had also made some hits.

William reloaded his shotgun and approached the two boars he'd wounded, shooting each in the head to ensure they were dead. After scanning with his mental powers to confirm the deaths of all four boars, he began walking toward Garrick, calling out loudly to let him know he was coming.

Garrick, hearing William's voice, shouted back that he understood. Using his mental powers, William sensed that Garrick was standing over a boar, examining its wounds with his back turned.

Feeling reassured, William quickly approached. Hearing footsteps, Garrick turned and, seeing it was William, broke into an excited smile. "My God, this is the biggest boar I've ever bagged! It must weigh around 450 pounds."

"450 pounds?" William quickly did the math in his head. A pound is just over 0.9 kilograms, so 450 pounds is about 400 jin—roughly 200 kilograms.

"Doesn't this boar look much bigger? How can it only weigh 200 kilograms? I thought it might be closer to 300," William asked, puzzled.

"Hahaha," Garrick laughed heartily at William's question. "Finally, something you don't know! After spending so much time with you, I thought you knew everything, which made me feel so much pressure. It always felt like I've wasted my years—other than being older, I'm not as good as you in any way. But at least this shows you're human too, just a bit smarter than the rest of us."

William rolled his eyes. "What are you going to do with this boar? Are you going to have it stuffed or just take it back to the castle for a feast?"

"Of course I'll have it stuffed. I'll hang it in the trophy room at Marlow Manor. A 450-pound boar is considered quite large in England. The biggest one hunted in the last few decades was only 600 pounds, about 270 kilograms."

"That's it? I've seen people online claiming to have hunted boars weighing 400-500 kilograms."

Garrick scoffed. "Idiots. Other than the polar regions, where 400-kilogram boars might appear, I've never heard of boars over 300 kilograms being hunted anywhere else. What you saw online must have been lies. By the way, how many did you get? With this boar, I think I might have won our bet."

Looking at Garrick's smug expression, William chuckled. "Buddy, you're celebrating too soon. Of the four boars I shot, the smallest one is bigger than yours."

"That's impossible! How could there be so many giant boars in Oxford?" Garrick didn't doubt William's words, but he found it hard to believe there were so many giant boars in Oxford. "Come on, show me those big ones you're talking about. If any of them weigh more than 600 pounds, you'll break the hunting record."

Leading Garrick back, William also hoped the boar he'd shot might weigh more than 600 pounds. Everyone likes breaking records.

After walking a few dozen meters, Garrick saw two boars with their heads blown open, both indeed larger than the one he'd shot. This only made him more excited to see the "big one" William had mentioned. When he finally saw the first boar William had taken down, Garrick was stunned, his jaw practically hitting the ground.

"My God," Garrick exclaimed, circling the massive boar. "This boar must weigh over 600 pounds. I wouldn't be surprised if it's 650. If the media finds out, this boar will cause a sensation in England. You're going to be famous again, William. But how are we going to get five boars out of here?"

William glanced around the forest. There was no way a vehicle could get in here, but that didn't worry him. He made a quick call to Phillips at the National Bank, asking him to arrange for a helicopter to airlift the boars out.

Listening to William's conversation, Garrick rolled his eyes, silently cursing William as a spendthrift. Hiring a helicopter just to transport a few wild boars would cost thousands of pounds.

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