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This citi fir tree is tall and straight, and after being gnawed by rodents at the bottom, it has died of lack of nutrients.

In the tree hole is a nest of jaguar cubs, with a total of three.

Two are black and one is a traditional brown-yellow jaguar with black spots. Now there is a black cub left to survive.

Its body is about thirty centimeters long. If it weren't for understanding that Flathead wouldn't have appeared for no reason, Han Xuan would definitely think it was a dog.

Now I think this little black guy is a rare mutant black panther produced by the jaguar!

The little guy's mother was not nearby and there were no footprints left by the animals on the ground, which meant that they had been in the tree hole and had been alone for a long time.

Maybe the female leopard encountered an accident while going out for predation, otherwise it would not let its baby go, and it would die of hunger and coldness in the tree hole.

He reached out to hold out the black panther cub. The black panther raised his claws and wanted to resist, but because he had no strength, he was still picked up by Han Xuan.

The black panther cub was light and fluttering. He twisted his body and struggled for a while, whimpering in his mouth.

Han Xuan unzipped the clothes, put it in his arms, and looked at the two dead little leopards

Jaguar is also called Jaguar.

In fact, it is neither a tiger nor a leopard, but a carnivore living in the Americas.

The patterns on its body look more like leopards, but the shape of the whole body is closer to that of a tiger. Its size is between a tiger and a leopard, making it the third largest cat animal on land.

The jaguars that should live in Central America cannot adapt to the cold weather in Montana at all.

But because the Flathead National Forest Park Management Department, out of commercial considerations and in order to attract more tourists to visit, it put the jaguars into the park under the sign of "protecting animals".

There are quite a lot of wild jaguars, and they are sold in the popular pet market in the United States. It only costs hundreds of dollars to buy one. Some people can't afford the expense of raising them and give them to adoption agencies for free.

And these jaguars with no economic value, after being placed in the park, can bring hundreds of thousands of dollars in economic income to the Administration and Flathead.

In comparison, the life and death of these jaguars is less important.

Anyway, they are not animals on the Montana protection list, and no one cares if they die. Whether they can survive the winter depends on the luck of the jaguars.

In fact, these macaws were released to Flathead for the same reason.

If it weren't for the care of rangers and volunteers from animal research and protection organizations, Macaws would never have survived if they could not find food in this weather.

The original intention of setting up a national park is good, and there are also many people who truly love animals.

But the senior management bureau leaders who truly hold the right to manage the park and can speak often only pay attention to interests.

"Bureau" is inevitable in any country. They are not elected officials, and the people of animal protection organizations have no choice but to try to improve the living environment of these poor animals.

In the early 1990s, the United States did not do as perfectly in animal protection as in later generations.

It is estimated that only rare protected animals like Winnie the Pooh in Kodiak Island, can be sent to protect them by the Flathead Park Administration Department.

Because if it dies, higher-level officials will know that the media will report it, causing a bad impact.

And jaguars, who cares about their life or death...

"Do you still have the beef jerky just now? Take some to feed it."

The jaguar cub in Han Xuan's arms felt the warmth, shrank into him, closed his eyes and whispered in his throat.

"It's all done."

Galgernon took out a transparent sealed bag from his pocket in a disappointment.

"...It's quite environmentally friendly, and it's cleaner than a dog licked it." Han Xuan glanced at the bag with no dry shavings left and said sarcastically.

Old Patton walked over to see the Black Panther Cub and said, "It should still be drinking milk and can't eat anything.

This spring, a male black panther was released in the park. It is probably its offspring. If it weren't for its stronger appearance than its companions, it would have died now.

Fortunately, I met us, otherwise it wouldn't last until night. Go back and find some milk to feed it, and give it some warm water first."

Gabriel said, "I'll burn it later..."

The land is frozen and cannot be dug without tools.

He covered the two dead little jaguars with snow. When Han Xuan walked forward, he looked down at the black panther.

There are about 20,000 jaguars in the world today. The number of black panthers is less than 200, and the probability of mutation is less than one percent, and the number is extremely rare.

If an ordinary jaguar is only worth a few hundred dollars, the price of the black panther is almost a hundred times that of it. If it is not worth 40,000 US dollars on the black market, it is impossible to buy it.

The little guy's hair was not long and had curved claws. He was half closed at this time, as if he remembered something horrible, and his body would tremble every few seconds.

Labrador Retriever pudding, with a fatherly nature, wandering around Han Xuan.

It's cold now, so you can't show it the black panther. Han Xuan touched the pudding's head, shook his head and pulled up the zipper of his clothes, hugged his hands on his chest, holding it.

Pudding is smart and no longer acts spoiled, and joggs forward...

At around nine o'clock, we arrived in a valley.

There are towering snow-capped mountains on both sides, and the footprints are still scattered in the snow due to shelter from the wind.

This is the place where the sheriff and his son were attacked by wolves.

Agent Edgar discovered that the crime scene was trampled on by people and animals.

Several frozen corpses of British Columbian wolf fell to the ground, covered with thin layers of snow, and saw the traces on the ground, and were moved by people.

With a headache, slapped his cold face, Edgar said, "Please help find something wrong. It's so messy that you no longer need to be careful to protect the scene.

Nature is the most wise scavenger, and it is about to snow again when the weather is coming.

When I saw things that did not match the natural environment, I picked them up. I had bags and plastic flags with numbers written on them. I would insert them wherever I picked them up.

Then put the picked up something and write the numbers on the bag, just like this

Fuck, the marker is frozen!

OK, if you find it, call me. I'll take the photo and pick it up. Do you understand?"

Han Xuan raised his head and a large cloud appeared in the sky to the east. He sighed that the weather forecast was indeed unreliable.

The bodyguards and the bodyguards answered clearly at the same time, stood in a row and stared at the ground, walked forward in small steps, and conducted a carpet-style search.

Just a few steps, Galgernon quickly raised his hand.

Edgar walked behind him, slapped the 35-caliber bullet shell a few times, picked it up with tweezers, and put it in a plastic bag that was about to be frozen.

Three C-private agents carefully inspected and took photos in a bloody place.

Red snow covers a large area, with a distribution area of ​​more than 20 meters.

Han Xuan noticed that there were many large blood stains there, and only two people died here, so he didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

The search lasted nearly an hour and a half. When the second search was made, the patrolman kicked away the snow and accidentally found a worn-out watch.

It belongs to Sheriff Knahan. The glass was broken and the time stopped at 3:17 pm the day before yesterday. This should be the time for them to get into trouble.

When Old Patton saw the watch, he squatted down and hugged his head and cried. He also had the same piece on his hand. This was the souvenir they bought when they were thirty years old and went to Philadelphia to play. It was not worth much, but it was all memories.

Continue to search, and soon, Owen kicked something "hiding" in the snow, and came into contact with the frost on the surface of the shoe, making a "ding" sound.

These are two types of bullets with different styles from the ones just now.

At the crime scene, a third bullet actually appeared, and it looked very new.

Agent Edgar was shocked and grabbed Irving, carefully picked up the bullet, facing the place with the most bloodstains, and determined a straight line.

Needless to say, Jason ran quickly in that direction, looking for the warhead (~^~)
Chapter completed!