Laiknar and O'Brien each brought five followers, they drove four off-road vehicles, followed Lucas's car, and galloped all the way towards Asmo. Lucas noticed that apart from the pistols they carried with them, these subordinates did not carry any heavy firearms at all. Laiknar and O'Brien didn't bring guns. In the middle of the night, the speeding convoy arrived at Asmo and woke up the quiet town from sleep. After briefly explaining their purpose, Laiknar and O'Brien checked the room where William used to live, and questioned almost everyone related to William, including Bourne. Some items suspected to have been used by William were extracted and preserved.

Laiknar's subordinates almost all focused on combat power, while O'Brien's subordinates included a biochemist, a pilot, a communication and electronics expert, a hunter, and a warrior.

William's popularity in Asmer is neither bad nor bad. Many people like this quiet and mysterious young man, not to mention his charming eyes. There were just as many people who hated William and his too-pretty eyes. No matter what kind of person it was, after seeing the menacing approach of the Black Dragonriders and the silence of Penn Corporation, they knew that William was going to be in trouble. The one who hated William was naturally elated, and he couldn't help but add embellishments when answering questions, and additionally charged William with many crimes, wishing that he would die sooner. Those who liked William were unwilling to cooperate at first, so they suffered a lot. Laiknar's subordinates are experts in torturing people. Even Bourne's willpower was only enough to resist for half a minute, because after a simple question, one of Laiknar's subordinates directly pulled out two pieces of his nails.

The only one who resisted to the end was a woman, the woman who tried to seduce William in the bar. She doesn't look bad, but she is not the type that Laiknar likes, maybe because of her childhood growing up in the wilderness, or because of her indulgent life in recent years, Laiknar smelled the smell of mutated tissue on her body, Can't help but lose all interest. And he has always been very impatient, so a few minutes later, a strangely red flame and a woman's screams appeared in the hotel used for torture.

When O'Brien and Lucas rushed over, they only saw the indifferent Laiknar and the charred corpse of the woman on the ground. O'Brien sighed, but didn't say much.

The convoy simply replenished some water and fuel in Asmo, and rested for two hours. When the sky became light, they drove to the jungle of Asmo.

The dead woman is said to be the lover of the boss of Payne Company, but from the beginning to the end, until the team left Asmo, no senior executives of Payne Company showed up.

With the help of the not-so-bright sky, O'Brien and the hunter's retinue searched carefully in the jungle. O'Brien's subordinates were the best hunters that Lucas had ever seen, they knew almost everything in the jungle. Although it was a few days later, the hunter almost followed Sophia's route that day as if he was there at that time, and found the tree trunk broken by the bullet. And O'Brien, who had been silent all this time, looked at the small building not far away at almost the same time as the hunter's followers.

Lucas stood at the end of the line, but he had already got all the details under his eyes. Laiknar is purely powerful, but O'Brien makes him unable to see through. This young man with gray hair and gray pupils and a pure face has mastered too many things, even including skills such as painting that are useless in the wilderness. But what exactly is O'Brien's own main ability, and what level it has reached, he still has no idea at all.

The subordinate hunter and O'Brien spent half an hour searching the small building, and finally entered the room where William and Sophia fought fiercely. As soon as he entered the room, the seasoned hunter sniffed sensitively. To him, this room smelled very faintly of William. This is extremely rare. You know, they could only find this place by following the traces left by Sophia. In the entire jungle, William didn't leave even the slightest clue for them.

The only ones who could enter the room were the subordinate hunter and O'Brien, and everyone else stayed outside, so as not to accidentally destroy the clues. After the subordinate hunter carefully inspected the entire room, his eyes fell on the long table leaning against the wall. There is obvious damage at the contact between the edge of the long table and the wall, and there are also large scratches on the wall. The traces look very new, and it seems that the table and the wall have had a violent and long-term collision and friction not long ago.

The hunter took out several tubes of spray from his backpack, sprayed them on the long table alternately, and then took out a lens to observe carefully. Through this filter, you can see a blurred upper body silhouette emerging on the table, with uneven curves and a relatively delicate and slender skeleton, which should belong to a female body. The edge of the silhouette is continuous colored lines. These lines represent different times, from which the origin and trajectory of the traces can be roughly judged.

The hunter took a quick look and understood what happened here, so he handed the lens to O'Brien. O'Brien took it over to take a look, his brows slightly frowned. Of course he also knew what happened here. After thinking for a while, O'Brien cast a look at the hunter and shook his head.

The subordinate hunters were a little surprised, but it was their mission and responsibility to obey their masters unconditionally.

When Laiknar, Lucas and the others were finally able to come in, the spray on the table had completely evaporated. All they knew was that there had been a violent fight in this room, and that William had left traces, mostly smells. For subordinate hunters who had strengthened their third-level sense of smell, they could barely distinguish William's whereabouts from this extremely faint smell. If William deliberately concealed it, there would be no way to trace it, but the places where William rested, especially when he was mentally and physically relaxed, would still leave some traces.

What Laiknar didn't know was the hour-long fierce battle that took place on this table.

Laikner thought for a moment, and said: "William is out of pistols, and he doesn't seem to have a spare guy. Then, the first thing he should do is to add a melee weapon. Then we should go to the nearby settlements first. Look for clues, and list all the surrounding settlements."

The electronic expert brought by O'Brien took out a flat-screen computer with a thickness of only one centimeter, opened it, clicked a few times on the screen, and called up a map. According to the signs on the map, there are three settlements within 100 kilometers around the jungle.

Laiknar drew a semicircle on the map casually, pierced through the three settlements, and said, "Just look for them one by one in this order."

The biochemist interjected: "I think we should check this jungle first to make sure that the intruder is not from the protozoa here, and then track down that person."

Laiknar frowned slightly, and said: "How about this, O'Brien is in charge of the search here, and I'll go after William. After the search here is over, catch up with me as soon as possible. O'Brien, what do you think?"

O'Brien nodded, and said: "I should spend two days here. I will go find you in two days."

The matter is hereby agreed upon.

When Laiknar and his party left the jungle, William was helplessly looking at the full glass of spirits in front of him. The wine smelled pungent, and it was an old-time wine. Although it is not an expensive famous wine, the vintage has guaranteed the preciousness of this glass of wine. In the smell of wine, there was a vaguely spicy taste, and William's skin felt even more vaguely prickly. The radiation level of this glass of wine is acceptable, and adults who survive in the wild can bear it. Of course, mutations may occur over time, but as a mercenary, who knows if he can live until his body mutates?

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Sitting around the table were twelve burly men with rough appearance and expressions like tigers and wolves, each of them had obvious scars on their exposed skin. The leading man was already in his forties, and his body was so huge that William could be completely contained in it.

The table is very delicate, a boutique of the old era, but the house is very simple, with air leaks from all sides. The food on the table is mainly all kinds of barbecue, from dire rats, rotting wolves to mutated meat from unknown creatures. There was a lot of meat, but there was only one bottle of wine, and half of the bottle had already been poured into the glass in front of William, which made William smile wryly.

This table of rough men dressed like refugees and beggars is the famous Falcon mercenary. The dilapidated headquarters and the food that was only slightly better than the wandering mob were what they used to entertain William. Falcon mercenaries are well-known in the surrounding area, and their success rate and efficiency in completing missions are well-known. However, mercenaries are an industry with high casualties. Falcon did not abandon the disabled members like other mercenaries, but gathered them in nearby settlements to support them. All the income of the Falcon has been exhausted. Not everyone agrees with the Falcon leader's policy, so now, there are only twelve people left in this team. In order to earn more money, Falcon had to work for a nearby company, take on some high-risk missions that other mercenaries might hesitate to do, and rush to the front line of the battlefield.

Looking at the full glass of wine in front of him, William really didn't know what to say. He doesn't like to drink alcohol, especially strong and bad wine, but facing what may be the last bottle of wine for this team, he doesn't know how to refuse it.

As the commander of K7 said, snipers are very popular everywhere, especially mercenary teams like Falcon. Now that long-range explosive weapons are very rare, snipers are the main force to suppress the opponent's heavy firepower. So as soon as William arrived at the Falcon's headquarters and said that he was introduced by the K7 commander, he immediately received the warmest welcome from the Falcon leader and strongly invited William to join the Falcon.

Commander K7 forgot to explain one thing, that is, he and Falcon leader were life-and-death friends when they were young. Although there are far fewer friends than mutated creatures in this turbulent age, men who have fought side by side can easily become constant friends. So William, who was introduced by Commander K7, immediately gained the trust of the Falcon leader.

William just wanted to take on one or two missions, and then explore west along the way, slowly moving further afield. I didn't expect to meet such an unusual mercenary team.

William smiled wryly, and turned around, just in time to see the big smiling face of the falcon leader.

"Actually..." William said, and the room immediately fell silent, and everyone was looking at him. In fact, since arriving at the Falcon headquarters, William has not had a chance to say anything, and the time has been taken up by the Falcon leader's eloquence. Seeing what William was about to say, there were rough men, old and young, in the room with bright eyes, with hope, eagerness, uneasiness, and worries about gains and losses. Due to the lack of snipers, the Falcon will suffer casualties almost every mission. With Falcon's status quo, almost one casualty will reduce one available member.

The room became more and more quiet, and an atmosphere of uneasiness began to spread. Not only the twelve big men in the room, but also the faces of several women, old people and children quietly appeared at the door and window. The women here are almost as rough as the men, and they also have the same eager desire for survival and love for this land. In the extremely barren wilderness, only an alternative like Falcon can take in the completely worthless elderly and disabled.

William suddenly felt that every word he was going to say now was very heavy, and he had to think over it over and over again.

"Actually..." William's soft and soothing voice echoed in the room, almost echoing: "I can be said to be a third-tier sniper."

With a bang, the men in the room immediately became excited, and there was a lot of awe and admiration in the eyes of William. This is a real big shot!

The falcon leader is nothing more than a first-order strength enhancement and a first-order simple gun mastery. Other than the leader, no one in this room has ever seen a real person with a third-order ability. Both men and women were excited, and even began to look forward to a happy fighting career in the future, where they could charge under the cover of a third-tier sniper. However, the leader didn't think so, his heart sank suddenly, no matter from which angle, it was impossible for Falcon to keep a third-tier sniper. He understands the price of a third-tier sniper on a mission in the market.

Sure enough, William looked at the Falcon leader and said, "I came here to see if I could do a mission along the way. I will leave after at most one mission."

The Falcon leader looked at William, at the dumbfounded men in the room, then at the table full of barbecue and the untouched glass of wine in front of William, rubbed his nose, and said with a wry smile: "I know that the third-tier sniper Price. If you send out a mission, you can buy the whole Falcon at the cheapest price. When you came, I thought you were just a first-order sniper... You have also seen our situation. To be honest, we are completely Can't afford the money."

Falcon is indeed very poor. Apart from weapons and garrisons, it is justified, and there is almost no surplus food and water reserves. Most of the weapons are funded by the nearby settlements, and the garrison, a sizable manor, is even less of a thing. In turbulent times, the most indispensable thing is abandoned buildings.

William suddenly grabbed the glass in front of him and drank the full glass of spirits in one gulp!

A line of fire immediately stretched from the throat to William's stomach. William's stomach immediately seemed to ignite several ammunition depots at the same time.

"I owe Falcon a mission," William said, his blue eyes bright as emeralds.

The leader of Falcon was confused by this sudden turning point, and said in a dull voice: "But...we really have no money. Even these mutated meats are almost unbearable. You know, there are more than thirty of us The old team members want to eat..."

"The reward has already been paid." William pointed to the empty wine glass in front of him.

The leader of Falcon opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time. After a while, he stretched out his big hand and patted William on the shoulder: "Brother..."

However, his big hand missed and hit the back of the chair directly. In astonishment, the Falcon leader saw that William had slumped on the table and fell asleep soundly.

The room was silent for a moment, and everyone looked at the third-tier sniper who poured a cup, and then looked at each other, completely confused by the situation in front of them.

The falcon leader was the first to recover, and he stood up and wanted to help William. He looked at his big hands, and hurriedly called two strong women over, carried William to the room where the women lived behind, and put him to sleep. . In Falcon, the place where the women sleep is the best and cleanest. Even the leader himself was crowded with a bunch of rough men.

Knowing that most high-ranking fighters have personal privacy, the leader strictly ordered everyone not to search William's things and enter William's room. In particular, a little girl who wanted to see what William's face looked like under the bandage was not only flicked on the head severely, but also fined a dinner.

Falcon Manor just fell asleep under the night.

It is the darkest time when the dawn is approaching. In the darkness, a faint green light slowly lit up.

Biguang looked a little dazed at first, and then suddenly lit up!

William sat up abruptly, and as soon as he stretched out his left hand, he habitually touched the gun. However, when he stretched out his hand, he found nothing, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

William straightened his waist, and his whole body seemed to lose weight. He lifted up lightly, and directly stuck to the ceiling. This time, he was holding a piece of ceramic armor in his hand. This thing is light, thin and extremely hard. If it spins out, it can easily separate the head from the neck.

William hung on the ceiling for three full seconds, and after seeing clearly that although the environment in the room was unfamiliar, it was actually empty, he jumped down silently.

All the equipment is neatly placed in the corner of the room, and the cloak is neatly folded and placed aside. Only then did William remember what happened last night. He vaguely remembered that the falcon leader opened his mouth wide, as if he was talking, but he couldn't make out a word. Then a heat wave like a grenade exploded in his chest, and as for what happened afterwards, he couldn't remember it anymore.

Only then did William realize that, for the first time in his life, he was drunk. The feeling after being drunk was very strange, but what made him speechless the most was that this sudden drunkenness actually made his evolution point advance by a negligible point. This little change, which was originally insignificant, was a huge improvement for the whole, because he finally accumulated six complete evolution points.

He was a little dumbfounded, could it be that he would just get himself drunk every day from now on? Perhaps William would try to do this ten years ago, but now, not to mention that the wine is very expensive, the evolutionary energy William obtained from two missions will be much faster than this.

William dressed neatly silently, then cleaned up everything in the room, and after eliminating all traces of his existence, he jumped out of the window and disappeared into the vast night.

Just now, at the moment of waking up, William suddenly felt extremely uneasy. This feeling is almost the same as when he was ten years old when he was targeted by a few rotten wolves and followed him for a whole night. William immediately thought of Sophia, but Sophia should have no murderous intentions towards him. He felt completely different when he was being targeted by Sophia than now.

William was almost certain that it wasn't Sophia who was following him now, but a pack of wolves. He decided to leave immediately. What can make William feel such a strong sense of crisis, whether it is humans or other mutant creatures, cannot be dealt with by this group of innocent mercenaries in Falcon.

Falcon's naive and unrealistic ideal, in this turbulent era, is like a ray of fire in the dark. It cannot illuminate the world, but it will lead to destruction.

Under the cover of darkness, William left Falcon Manor without disturbing anyone, and then began to travel at a constant speed across the vast wasteland. The modified rifle weighed heavily on his back, giving William some confidence. He wants to deal with the pack of wolves behind him in this endless and complicated terrain. The first thing he has to do is to figure out what is following behind him, and then he has to compete with patience, and perhaps Lucky. The vast world is the wolf's paradise, and it is also William's paradise. Wolves are patient animals, and so was William.