The dense clouds were blown away by the strong wind, and the scorching sunlight poured down. All kinds of creatures that were still active on the ground immediately fled in all directions, looking for shades to hide. The temperature of the directly exposed ground rose rapidly, and the rising hot air soon distorted the scenery on the ground.
Except for the whistling wind, there were almost no other sounds in the wilderness, and no trace of any activity could be seen.
In an abandoned villa, William sat by the window on the second floor, carefully cleaning the parts of his rifle. After the last part was polished, he reassembled the rifle with slow and precise movements, and then pushed in an incendiary bomb before carefully placing the gun by his side and covering the muzzle with a cloth strip to Prevent dust from entering. The gun is the guarantee for William to survive in the wilderness. After losing the pistol, the modified rifle became William's only weapon. And to fight against wolves, this rifle is his reliance.
William leaned against the wall and fell asleep. William has been wandering in this area for five full days. On the map in his mind, he can clearly see the trajectory he has traveled in the past five days, a large arc, almost forming a semicircle. The area he entered now is a part of the map that has been explored almost. William was unwilling to fight people in a completely unfamiliar area.
Half an hour later, William opened his eyes, not missing a second. At this time, the clouds in the sky closed again, and the wilderness was gray and gloomy again. The heat brought by the scorching sun just now still lingered, and when one stepped on the land, the heat wave was still transpiring under his feet.
For five days, William walked for two hours and rested for half an hour, alternately, day and night. He moved forward at a constant speed while walking, keeping it at about ten kilometers per hour. Of course, William's speed was far more than ten kilometers. This was done to make the judgment of the following wolves wrong. At critical times, perhaps the tiniest mistake can turn the tide of battle.
The wolves are getting closer and closer to William, but they haven't met William yet, and William doesn't know why these wolves came here. After William finishes his big circle, he may be able to find some clues from the traces left by the wolves.
There is still plenty of time now, and William moves his body slowly. His skin was trembling slightly, and he felt extremely weak needle pricks continuously, which was a sign of danger, indicating that the people behind had never given up on tracking him. Many wild beasts have a natural instinct for danger, William is not inferior to most wild beasts in this respect, and even surpasses it. After choosing the ability domain of mysticism, the sense of danger becomes more acute. Perhaps this is one of the benefits of being less known about the occult.
William began to organize his equipment, and looked at the map in his mind, thinking about the next route. When he saw the K7 base on the map, William's heart skipped a beat. No matter where these wolves come from, judging from the time and location of their appearance, the K7 base is the most likely starting point.
William walked out of the small building, and suddenly turned in a different direction after walking for several kilometers, and inserted obliquely towards the K7 base.
Less than 90 kilometers away from William, Laikner and others found some of the latest traces under a big tree. The part-time entourage's electronic expert opened the map that was no less accurate than William's. It marked the route that William had traveled these days, almost exactly. The electronics specialist marked the latest location, and an almost complete semicircle appeared on the map.
On this map, several places are marked with red Xs, and the scarlet is very eye-catching.
"He must have spotted us, cunning guy, he wants to lead us around." Laiknar said with a sneer. He glanced at the electronics expert and asked, "Is your thing reliable?"
The electronics expert raised his head, and said seriously: "Except Your Excellency O'Brien, there should be no one in our team who can discover and destroy my device."
Laiknar's face was obviously a little unhappy, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he looked at the map and said coldly: "If this guy really wants to go around with us, I hope you can give him a big enough surprise."
Laiknar looked at the hunter again, and asked slightly dissatisfied: "Can't our speed be faster?"
The hunter was studying the traces left by the ground. Hearing Laiknar's question, he raised his head and said, "It can't be faster. The traces he left are very rare, and now it's the limit for us to track him. That's because of luck. There is no extreme weather in this area, otherwise, just a passing tornado will erase everything. Looking at the time of this trace, it is estimated that the distance between us and him is less than 100 kilometers. In three days, we should be able to enter the scattered outflank Attack distance."
"It will take another three days!" Laiknar is obviously very dissatisfied with this answer, but it is meaningless to blame a third-tier hunter. Laiknar has no replacement at all, and it is impossible for a fourth-tier hunter to come to him. Be a retinue.
"Let's continue to chase! And as before, use all means to provoke him and let him come to us by himself. Now rest for 30 minutes, and the whole team will start in 30 minutes!" Laikner gave an order.
The followers set up a collapsible marching pot, put rations into the pot, and then filled it with water. There is a switch under the pot, as long as you press it, the high-temperature flame from the solid fuel can boil the rations in three minutes. Each pot is equipped with one kilogram of fuel, which is enough for a month.
Li Gaolei ate his ration slowly, anyway, he had ten minutes to eat, so he was not in a hurry. During the past few days of cooperating with Laiknar and O'Brien in their actions, Li Gaolei has been watching coldly, silently remembering all the details he saw in his heart. Both Laiknar and O'Brien are very talented young people, and among their ten subordinates, six are third-level ability users, and the rest are second-level ability users. From a rough look, Roxland Company can also come up with such a lineup, but they are professionals with second-level abilities, biochemical experts, and electronics experts. The entire Roxland Company is only a few people. Talented people occupy high positions in the company headquarters. How could someone like these people in front of you be a servant who is almost indistinguishable from a servant?
In addition, the equipment of the Black Dragonriders is exquisite, simple, and practical, and almost every piece of equipment contains technologies beyond the capabilities of the Roxland Corporation. For example, this marching pot cannot be produced by Roxelland Company itself. Metallurgy, electronics and mechanical finishing are no problem, but high-efficiency solid fuels are far beyond the company's scientific research capabilities.
Three minutes to cook, two minutes to share, ten minutes to eat, fifteen minutes to rest, the team's actions are as precise as clockwork. After following William in circles in the wilderness for five days, all the off-road vehicles were abandoned due to lack of fuel. Moreover, due to the high speed of traveling by car, William's trail is often lost, and the efficiency is not as good as marching on foot.
In fifteen minutes, Li Gaolei fell asleep soundly, and when the alarm clock rang, he jumped up energetically. There was some respect in Laiknar's gaze towards Li Gaolei. After five days of continuous tracking, even those third-tier subordinates began to look tired, only Laiknar, O'Brien, and Li Gaolei didn't look tired at all.
The night fell quickly, and the cold wind dispelled the heat of the day.
William stood quietly, watching the K7 settlement one kilometer away. Under the deep night, at this distance, even with his low-light vision, he could only vaguely see a rough outline.
The wind blows towards the face, and bursts of rancid breath pass through the nose. This kind of smell can be smelled in the wilderness from time to time, but tonight's smell is particularly strong, and it is much fresher than those wafting around in the wilderness.
The K7 settlement was silent. Although usually at this time, most people in the settlement should have fallen asleep. But there will still be a small number of people active, numb their nerves in alcohol, drugs and sex. Tonight's K7 is really too quiet.
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The night is William's domain. He took off the modified rifle, loaded the bullet, and then dived towards K7 like a ghost.
Every corner of the K7 colony is stored in William's map, not flat, but three-dimensional. It can be said that William already knows K7 like the back of his hand. There are more than two hundred residents in K7, which is neither too big nor too small for a settlement.
The buildings that can be used after the restoration of the settlement form a ring, most of which are due to the need to defend against external dangers, and there is a small open space in the center, which is usually a place for residents to meet or trade. The colony commander's residence, a small tin house, stood on the edge of the clearing.
Now there are more things on the open space that were not there before.
A three or four meter long wooden pole, on which a dead body was suspended, swayed back and forth in the fierce night wind. A gust of wind occasionally turned the corpse around, and with the faint night light, it could be recognized that the corpse was the commander of K7. A rope was strangled around the commander's neck, and he was hung from a wooden pole. But this rope does not seem to be the cause of the commander's death. There are burn marks all over his body, and his entire body has almost turned into charcoal. A few intact limbs seem to have been preserved deliberately, because there are deep Embedded with carbonized clothing. However, his face miraculously did not have any traces of burns, and it was precisely because of this that the expression of extreme pain before his death could be engraved.
Under the wooden pole is a thick base, a base made of stacked corpses.
William slowly looked over one by one. These corpses all had one thing in common. No matter how mutilated the limbs became, the face was well preserved, together with the expressions of despair, pain, anger, and shouting. Some of these faces were familiar to William, while others were unfamiliar, but they should all be residents of K7. According to a rough estimate, there were more than 40 corpses piled up under the wooden pole. The corpses were all highly decomposed, and from time to time there would be outrageously large maggots crawling in and out of the carrion. It seems that these people have been dead for some time.
In the silent open space, William stood alone, like an immortal ghost in a cemetery.
Not only the central open space, many rooms in K7 are exuding a fresh rancid stench. The entire K7 has become a cemetery, and there are only a few places where there are still faint breathing sounds.
He slowly bent down and pulled up the charred arm of a corpse. At the tentacles, charcoal ashes immediately flew up, obviously the flesh and blood had been completely burned, but where the charcoal ashes disappeared, there was still a thin layer of flesh and blood sticking to the bone. The strange thing is that the outer layer of the arm has been completely charred, but the inner layer of flesh and blood is quite intact. This shows that the temperature of the flame burning on the corpse is extremely high, far exceeding that of an ordinary flame, so that the flesh and blood can be completely charred in a short time of contact. William thought for a moment before standing up.
William didn't move the corpses in the open space, but gently pushed open the door of a shed next to him, and he could see a thin old man sitting in the shed. William slid across him, but there was no response. In the shed with only a few square meters, besides the old man, there were three corpses, a man, a woman and a child. The corpse had already rotted away, and there was a strong stench everywhere in the shed, but the old man didn't notice it. William disappeared like a ghost, and the old man was still sitting blankly.
Those who are still in K7 at this time are all old people who cannot move, and they can only wait here to die. The surviving people have already left here. In fact, in a settlement, apart from being relatively safe, there is nothing to miss. When K7's corpse begins to rot, the plague will quickly kill anyone who dares to linger. This has never changed, old or new.
When William was about to leave, he stopped suddenly. Something caught his attention, which was the sound of the night wind flipping the printed matter.
Among the corpses in the open space, a corner of a book was exposed, which looked very abrupt.
William slowly unwrapped the bandage on his right hand, lightly touched the cover of the book with his slender and greasy fingers, and then slowly pulled it out from under the corpse. This is a pamphlet the size of a palm, about one centimeter thick, and the black hard cover is very beautifully made, with the title of the book in bronzing Gothic script on it: Apocalypse.
Open the cover, and on the title page, it is written in beautiful and gorgeous cursive characters: "May the lost traveler find peace from now on."
The signature is: O'Brien.
William closed the Book of Revelation, placed it squarely in front of the pile of corpses, and disappeared into the night.
Under the night, thirteen people were walking in the wilderness like wolves. But the pack of rotten wolves, the real kings of this land at night, seemed to smell the danger and disappeared without a trace.
The leading hunter stopped suddenly, carefully distinguishing the traces on the ground, sniffing the wind again, and said, "He changed direction here."
Laiknar looked in the direction of the hunter's finger, which was the direction of K7, so a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that our trap is about to work."
As if smelling blood, the wolves turned around and began to accelerate slowly.
In the blink of an eye, the sky is getting brighter.
By the faint morning light, William saw the Falcon's manor a few kilometers away. Without the help of high-level vision enhancement, one can still see the twelve wooden stakes erected at the gate of the manor, and the twelve bodies worn on the wooden stakes.
William didn't stop, and ran to the gate of the manor at a constant speed, and then stopped.
That night, the twelve rough men on the table staring at him with piercing eyes were all here. The fourth from the left is the leader of Falcon. It seems that the opponent didn't look up to him because of the leader's size or first-level ability, but just casually got in with everyone.
This time no one was burned by the flames, but the pain was not much less. The dried blood traces on the piles showed that they were still alive when the stakes penetrated from their lower bodies.
All the houses on the estate were burned, and there were ashes and collapsed ruins everywhere. Protruding limbs can be seen from time to time among the rubble on the ground, and most of them are charred objects that are so black that the original shape cannot be discerned. Judging from the number of remnants, some of the old people, children, and women were buried in the fire, while others were missing. It is unknown whether they were driven away or died in other places.
Under the first wooden post on the left, there is a book of Apocalypse with a black cover that looks familiar. After opening, the title page reads "Immortality because of ideals, redemption through return".
The signature is still O'Brien, with the same beautiful and gorgeous cursive characters.
William caressed the name O'Brien, and the sharp touch of his fingertips could even feel the stability and strength of that hand when signing this name.
"O'Brien..." William recited the name silently in his heart, and put the Book of Revelation back in place.
His eyes fell on the feet of the Falcon leader. There was a wine bottle tilted upside down, and there was still a small half bottle of cloudy liquid in the bottle. Judging from the style of the bottle and the completely invisible trademark, this should be a bottle of wine from the old era.
That night, when the falcon leader took out the bottle of wine, there was only Two-thirds down. Half of the wine entered William's mouth that night and became a reward for a mission, and the other half is now in front of William.
William went to the bottle. After only one step, he stopped suddenly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked around. William's chest began to tighten, his heartbeat quickened, blood kept rushing all over his body, and his body temperature also rose rapidly. And his pale blonde short hair was undulating, as if being blown by the wind. And at this moment, there was no wind at all. It's an extremely dangerous feeling, and it's getting closer!
The cloudy liquid in the wine bottle suddenly boiled, and the wine bottle rose from the ground without any warning and flew away obliquely. Just half a meter away, the wine bottle was covered with cracks, and then exploded!
In William's blue eyes, all the scenery was distorted, and there seemed to be several jet engines roaring at the same time, and the strong sound waves were distributed from dozens of ultra-low frequencies to hundreds of thousands of ultra-high frequencies. Hit William's body!
Hundreds of wounds appeared on the Falcon leader's body in an instant. At first, it was just a series of almost invisible slits, and then opened, turning into countless wounds of different depths. The falcon leader's blood had already drained, and immediately after the wound appeared, hundreds of pieces of carrion flew in the air, like pale or blue moths. There were also many wounds on the corpses that were closer to him, but they were much fewer and shallower than the wounds on the Falcon leader. The farther away the corpse, the less scars on the body.
However, William suffered almost all the lethality of the sound waves! The cloak on his body was shattered into hundreds of pieces, fragments of clothes and bandages were flying all over the sky, the handguard of the modified rifle was crackled and covered with countless cracks, and even the solid barrel had many more Blue and white scratches.
Just like the Falcon leader, William also had hundreds of criss-crossing thin lines on his body. A large amount of plasma gushed out of the thin thread immediately, and then the thin thread opened, revealing the red and white flesh and blood inside, and some staggered wounds, whole pieces of flesh fell off! William has turned into a blood man in an instant!
William slowly lowered his arms to protect his face. At the moment when the sudden change occurred, William covered his head and face with his arms, but he couldn't care about anything else. His arms were bloody and bloody, only his face and eyes were still intact, but the bandages on his ears began to ooze blood. Compared with such a violent sonic attack, his ears with overfrequency hearing ability were too much. Delicate.
William just stood there, watching where the bottle exploded. There remained a circuit board no bigger than a fingernail, with charred edges. Those deadly sound waves and life-sensing devices are all integrated on such an inconspicuous little circuit board. William has never seen such a trap, such a technology.
William slowly raised his hand, grabbed the fragment of the wine bottle with only one corner exposed on his chest, and with force in his hand, forcibly pulled out the fragment embedded in the sternum. As soon as he exerted his strength, a large amount of blood gushed out from his arm and half of his body. The bright red blood flowed down his body, forming a pool of blood at William's feet.
The glass rubbed against the bone, making sharp and ear-piercing sounds, and then reluctantly separated from the flesh and blood in William's chest. This is the bottom of the wine bottle, and there is still a puddle of blood on it, stained with a little bit of minced meat.
William pulled off the bandage on his face, raised the bottom of the wine bottle to his mouth, stretched out his soft and flexible tongue, and licked the blood mixed with wine syrup on the bottom of the bottle. On the tip of the tongue, there are bursts of bloody sweetness, mixed with a strong smell of alcohol, and grains of minced meat. He drank the cup to the brim, with wine, blood, and flesh. William leaned over and put the clean bottom of the bottle under the feet of the falcon leader. This glass of blood wine is entitled to be the final payment for the mission he promised to Falcon!
William's green pupils became bottomless, he bent down, picked up the pieces of his own body scattered on the ground, and put them into his mouth piece by piece. He searched extremely carefully, even the slightly larger pieces of meat were not spared. In the end, William lay down beside the blood pool formed by his own blood, like a wild beast, licking his own blood one after another! William needs physical strength, and physical strength comes from food. The best food at this time is his own flesh and blood.
When William stood up again, there was only a piece of dark soil left on the ground. There was no more blood on his body, but the hundreds of wounds were still slightly open like small mouths, with pale white flesh protruding from the wounds.
For William, the whole world is silent. His ears can no longer hear any sound, the world in front of his eyes will flash different colors from time to time, and thousands of nerves in his mind are jumping endlessly, tearing like pain. Even so, he still smelled a dangerous aura from the sudden strong wind.
William tore off the clothes that could no longer be more tattered, and then tore them into cloth strips, and wrapped two pieces of ceramic bulletproof sheets one after the other around his body, barely covering some wounds. He dropped all his gear and took up his rifle with only twenty handmade rounds. William did not flee to the distance, but greeted the wolves. At this moment, he is not only a wounded lone wolf, but also a mercenary who has accepted the mission.