The smell of blood and smoke filled the city, mixed with the scent of human flesh. The masked man squatting behind the broken wall stared at his unclosed eyes and looked down at a tuft of dog hair in his hand:

"Old guy..."

The man, known as the "Grozny Hound" in the mercenary circle, had his upper and lower eyelids on his head and skin, making him unable to even blink. He could only use eye drops to relieve dry eyes every day.

In addition, he also had many wounds left by terrifying torture that were difficult to describe in words, and these scars were all "gifts" he received when he was in Grozny.

At that time, he was just an ordinary mercenary who was waiting to die. When he came to Grozny, he just wanted to make some food. When others were fighting, he was slapped in the back. After the fight, he applied some black charcoal and blood on his face, threw away a few full magazines, and pretended to have participated in the battle.

Unfortunately, this kind of carefree life did not last long, and his small movement was discovered by other mercenaries. The next tragedy happened, until now when he recalled it, he still couldn't help but tremble.

This mercenary who once wanted to spend some money on the battlefield was regarded as a Russian spy by Chechen soldiers, and then...

He took out his eye drops from his backpack and dripped them on his red eyeballs. He put the strand of dog hair in his hand into his pocket, pulled out a large saber that was fifty centimeters long, and laughed with a sneer:

"Let's kill him! Old man..."

The dog he named "Hoff" was his only friend in this world.

It was an ugly blood hunting hound who was abandoned on the battlefield in Grozny. He found the injured hound in a ruined apartment building.

At that time, he wanted to kill the dog, but when he saw the stray dog ​​limping and struggling for food, he felt a little compassion in his heart for some reason, and took out a bandage and bandaged the bleeding wound on the dog's right hind leg.

——Maybe it was because this lonely wild dog was a bit like himself. He helped the dog by chance, and after that, the dog disappeared.

Until he was tied to the camp and suffered inhumane torture, the blood hunting hound he helped finally appeared again.

"Hoff, kill him."

He whispered, suddenly jumped out of the ruins, and rushed into the smokey street with only his sword. He rushed towards the hiding position of the enemy.

Looking at the corpses covered with bullet holes on the street, the "Grozny Hound" seemed to have returned to that bloody night, when he was tied to a wooden stake and kept coughing out blood.

He no longer remembers how many times he begged for mercy and how many times he said he didn't know about the Russian army, but the cruel Chechen soldiers didn't believe in their defense at all, and just kept using Soviet sabers to create new wounds on themselves.

Even when most of the soldiers went to rest, a strong man continued to interrogate. The man used iron pliers to pinch his toes. He was exhausted during the day and he didn't even have the strength to scream.

——Perhaps, it’s better to die quickly.

Under the torture of life worse than death, his body had begun to collapse, but he remained awake. Endless despair drove him to demand death, but he could not even commit suicide.

"Speak quickly! You and the Russians..."

The strong man in charge of the interrogation said viciously, clamping his little toes with iron pliers. Just as he was about to continue to be punished, a low hissing sound suddenly sounded behind him.

Then, the strong man suddenly threw down the iron pliers like crazy, screaming and trying to reach out his hands to grab them behind him.

Accompanied by the terrifying sound of flesh and blood tearing, a large amount of blood spurted out of the back of the strong man's neck, and his body lost its balance and fell to the ground.

Until then, the poor worm, who was still suffering, finally saw the blood-seeking hound that he had saved. The dog was still bleeding from its mouth and vomited a bone in its mouth.

Under the mercenary's astonished gaze, the Blood-Seeking Hound stood in front of him, lowered his head and rubbed his feet, making a low whimper in his mouth.

Then the dog walked around behind him, stood up and bit off the rope that tied his hands. The mercenary who had been bound for a day finally regained his freedom.

"Thank you……"

The "Grozny Hound" made an ambiguous sound, and his consciousness returned to reality from memory, stared at him and ran across the street, preparing to have a beautiful hunt with his best companions.

By now, he had almost forgotten how he killed the sleeping Chechen soldiers, but he would never forget that the blood-seeking hunting dog stood in front of him with blood bleeding from his mouth, and then bit off the rope on his body.

Unlike fickle humans, the hunting dog believes in the principle of "borrowing and returning", and after the experience of saving each other, they have become "brothers" who will never be separated.

In ordinary people's eyes, it seems ridiculous to call a brother to a dog. But for the "Grozny Hound", Hoff is his best and only friend!

Wow!

The roar of a wolf howl sounded from the back of the ruins. The Grozny Hound rushed over and saw Hof's dark red body running into the ruins. The man who was the hunting target was about to use a pistol to open fire.

"Hahaha, I'm here!"

The Grozny Hound roared, kicked the opponent's waist with a heavy kick, and stabbed the saber. The two attacks that seemed impossible to be achieved at the same time were particularly easy for him.

This mercenary who has suffered inhumane torture is closer to a beast than a human. As a beast, he will never let go of the prey he is targeted!

"I'm here!" he shouted.

Under his crazy attack, the man also took a step back and pulled out his saber to prepare for fighting. At this time, Hoff, who had just hid in the ruins, had already rushed out again.

The dark red-skinned blood-seeking hunting dog opened its big mouth full of sharp teeth and bit the prey's throat. Even though he was old, the power and speed of this hunting dog were still amazing, and its ability to choose the best attack time was something that ordinary military dogs could not do.

In the eyes of the "Grozny Hound", Hof is the purest and most powerful hunter in the world!

In order to cooperate with Hoff's attack, he swung his saber again. Since his right wrist was cut apart just now, he used his left hand this time. Although his strength was not as strong as before, it was completely enough to deal with prey!
Chapter completed!