The blazing sun scorched the earth, heatwaves rolling off the ground. A certain mountain entrance of Yellow Stone Park was quiet, a few birds chirping happily, adding a touch of vitality to the mountain ridge. White clouds drifted leisurely, a hot breeze blew gently, and the leaves rustled. A wild rabbit emerged from a crack in the rocks, alertly pricking up its ears, glancing around, bouncing forward cautiously, suddenly sensing some danger, and stopped to look vigilantly in all directions.
Soon, a person appeared in front, clad in desert camouflage combat gear, holding a steel gun, hunched over, watching the front with alert, cold eyes shimmering with vigilance. Carefully rushing forward more than ten meters, he flashed and hid, relaxing his dark face when he saw the startled rabbit turn and run away.
