Reborn in America: Starting as a California Resident

"Looks like the lynxes aren't too keen on coming out to see guests today."

Allen said with a hint of sarcasm, while spreading his hands to indicate that he was powerless to help.

Despite Henry blowing his specially made whistle several times, the surroundings remained silent, and no lynx appeared.

It was as if even God was testing Henry's resolve.

Henry smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"Alright, in that case, let's take the initiative!"

Turn on the lights and let's track the lynx together.

Allen reached out and helped Henry up, offering his suggestion.

As they spent more time together, the initial distance between them gradually disappeared.

"Okey."

As Henry nodded in agreement, all the lights were turned on;

Several beams of light pierced the darkness, illuminating the winding path ahead.

Guided by the light, the group embarked on a journey to find the lynx.

James, acting as Allen's bodyguard and guide, walked at the very front of the group.

He was extremely careful with every step, kicking aside the piles of dead leaves on the ground and carefully examining every possible clue—from the flattened grass to the claw marks in the soil, even the tiny scratches on the tree trunk.

Hey, look here!

James suddenly stopped and pointed to a patch of flattened grass. "There are some fresh footprints here. It's obvious that a lynx just passed through."

They often choose these secluded paths to avoid danger.

"Moreover, there are two males and two females, a total of four lynxes, two adults and two cubs, so they should be a family."

James said confidently.

"How did you figure that out?"

Henry asked curiously, because in his eyes, the footprints were almost indistinguishable except for their size.

James chuckled and invited Henry to come closer for a closer look: "Mr. Getty, look here."

The size of a lynx's footprints can provide a preliminary indication of its age.

The two larger footprints, about 4 to 5 centimeters long, are also significantly deeper and wider, indicating that they were left by an adult lynx.

The smaller ones next to them are cubs.

More importantly, by observing the distance and arrangement of these footprints, it can be seen that they moved together.

Adult lynxes leave more widely spaced footprints, while cubs follow closely behind, indicating that they live in family units.

Upon hearing this, Henry bent down and examined the area carefully, and indeed discovered the feature James had pointed out.

"James, you're a professional!"

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Getty!"

James, having earned Henry's approval, continued to lead the group along the lynx's trail, teaching Henry more tracking techniques along the way.

Henry listened attentively to James's explanation, learning and practicing at the same time, and gradually mastered some basic skills for tracking lynxes.

"Pay attention to changes in the surrounding environment, such as broken branches or leftover food scraps; these are signs that lynxes have been active."

For example, the tree branches there have obvious signs of breakage, which should have been left by the lynx climbing them.

If you sniff carefully, you can also detect a faint musky scent, a unique aroma of the lynx.

"And the soil here has scratch marks, which is usually how lynxes mark their territory."

They urinate here or scratch the soil with their paws, leaving their scent to let other animals know that this is their territory...

As they ventured deeper into the forest, Henry gradually grew accustomed to the tranquility and mystery of the night.

His pupils dilated, his eyes gradually becoming accustomed to capturing subtle movements in the dim light, every rustling of leaves tugging at his nerves.

More than half an hour later, they finally spotted a few blurry outlines swaying gently beside a stream.

Realizing they might be targets, the team quickly shut off all light sources and concealed themselves in the darkness.

Such an environment presents the perfect opportunity for an ambush.

Allen reminded Henry that the lynxes were likely to come to the creek to drink at this time, making it the golden opportunity to observe and take action.

Henry took the advice and found a secluded spot with a good view to lie in wait.

He practiced his aiming repeatedly to ensure that he could react quickly and accurately when the opportunity arose.

Time passed slowly, and the lynxes, seemingly having satisfied their thirst, began to move slowly toward them.

They moved so freely in this territory, their steps so light they seemed almost nonexistent, like ghosts in the night.

With the help of night vision goggles, Henry could clearly see the figures moving silently through the woods.

In order to find the best shooting angle, he carefully adjusted his posture.

As the lynxes drew closer, Henry noticed their cautious behavior—they would stop every now and then and look around warily, as if to make sure it was safe.

Henry understood that this instinctive caution was a key reason why they were able to survive in the wild.

He gripped the gunstock tightly with both hands, his eyes fixed on an adult lynx in front of him.

This lynx was larger than the others, clearly a male, and its more cautious movements indicated its leadership within the group.

Just as Henry was about to pull the trigger, the male lynx suddenly stopped, its ears perked up, as if it had sensed something amiss.

Seeing this, Liam gently patted Henry on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

"Boss, don't rush."

It may have heard something.

Stay calm and wait for it to move again before making your move.

"call!"

Upon hearing this, Henry slowly released the trigger from his previously tense index finger.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the male lynx seemed to have confirmed that it was safe around it, and once again took light steps, leading its family members to continue forward.

Their steps were so light that they made almost no sound.

When the lynxes reached a more open area, Henry realized this was a golden opportunity.

He quickly adjusted his breathing and decisively pulled the trigger.

"boom--"

"boom--"

Almost simultaneously, two gunshots shattered the tranquility of the night.

Henry was not immediately aware of what had happened.

Liam, who was crouching near Henry, instantly spotted the mud splattered in front of Henry by the impact of the bullet.

He quickly reached out, grabbed Henry's waistband tightly, and pulled him down from the small mound.

Caught off guard, Henry was pulled to the ground by Liam, and the back of his head hit the ground hard. Although he was not seriously injured, his head was buzzing.

"Boss, there's a gunman!"

careful!"

Before Henry could recover from his confusion, Liam's warning rang in his ears.

"A gunman?!"

Henry felt a chill run down his spine as all his experiences since his transmigration flashed through his mind.

Could someone be planning to assassinate him here?

But surely it can't be that bad!

Aside from some unresolved grudges with Li Huangtai, he had no other obvious enemies!

But Li Huangtai should still be in the hospital right now. Even if he has recovered, it is impossible for him to launch an attack from thousands of miles away!

Who on earth dares to defy public opinion and attack him?!

Aren't they afraid that Getty will wipe out their entire family afterward?