A small half of the gun body sticks out, and it can be seen that this is an enhanced and improved version of an old-fashioned rifle, and has undergone some manual modifications. The gun body has undergone a simple solidification modification, which can fire more powerful bullets, and a steel pipe is added to the barrel to make the shooting range longer. However, the rifle does not have any advanced sights of the new era, not even the old-fashioned sights, only the most primitive front sight. From the muzzle of the gun to the wolf, the straight-line distance exceeded fifteen hundred meters. Even if this old-fashioned rifle had enough range, whether it could hit it could only depend on luck, and it had to be extraordinary luck.
"It depends on luck again..." The muzzle of the rifle swayed slightly with the movement of the wolf head, and this movement was almost accurate to the micron. boom! Huge and brutal gunshots resounded throughout the valley! The wolf's thick chest almost exploded. It lowered its head and fell to the ground as soon as it saw its terrifying wound. The alpha wolf fell, and the pack of rotten wolves immediately fell into chaos. Most of the rotten wolves were enraged and ran back and forth throughout the valley, looking for the murderer who dared to provoke the entire wolf pack. However, in the wind reverberating in the valley, except for the smell of gunpowder that diffused from nowhere, there was no abnormal smell at all. A few rotten wolves with the keenest sense of smell had rushed to the ridge, but the place was already empty. Dozens of furious rotten wolves rushed towards the already existing target - the cave where Turner and others were hiding. Such a charge would be tantamount to suicide. The furthest of the more than forty strong rotten wolves was only ten meters away from the entrance of the cave, before being shot down one by one by the dense rain of bullets. The only effect is that it consumes one-third of the ammunition of the entire team.
After another half an hour, the rotten wolves began to fall into greater restlessness and anxiety. A strong male wolf began to growl and howl frequently, trying to take over the position of the leader wolf. Seeing this scene, the soldiers of Turner's team became nervous again. Although this wolf was much stronger than ordinary rotten wolves, and did not have the intelligence of the original wolf that was obviously superior to the same kind, the wolves regenerated into a wolf. After that, who knows what will happen.
boom! Another shocking gunshot rang out, and the new alpha wolf fell in response. This time, Berg finally saw a wisp of smoke rising from the back of the opposite mountain. He immediately took out his binoculars and looked towards the opposite side. Only a rock was seen in the lens, and there was no one at all. "What's the shooting distance?" Turner asked when he fell beside Berg. Berg estimated the distance and said in a low voice: "...1400 meters." His voice was full of jealousy and envy. Being able to hit accurately at this distance, and with two shots, it means that the opponent is a sniper who is at least two levels higher than him, which means that the opponent has undergone at least three genetic evolutions.
The sound of the gun is rough and thick, with the unique taste of metallic gunpowder that is unique to old-fashioned firearms. Regardless of whether they were newcomers or veterans, Turner's team were almost all experts in the field of firearms. The sound of gunfire heard in their ears really had a special charm. The old-fashioned firearms that can hit the target at 1,500 meters obviously sacrificed others for the range. However, this high-level sniper hiding in the dark is obviously proficient in movement and concealment at the same time, and even the rotten wolf can't find his whereabouts. Coupled with his super long sniper distance and terrifying hit rate, even if his whereabouts are exposed, It doesn't really matter. It really takes luck to survive this man's sniper rifle.
Tranquility returned to the valley, and the afternoon sun became even more blazing, making the rotten wolf restless. Although they have evolved stronger and more cunning at a terrifying speed, their aversion to sunlight and their endurance have not improved much. Without the restraint and leadership of the alpha wolf, the pack of rotten wolves has changed from a disciplined army to a beast that only relies on instinct. Just an hour before dusk, they lost their last patience and started to leave the valley in twos and threes.
All the warriors in the cave heaved a sigh of relief, and even Turner felt his tense nerves relax. For the past three days, all the soldiers in the team were suffering under the shadow of death. Although they were relaxed physically, they were extremely tense mentally. If there is a ranking for the worst way of death, then being eaten by rotten wolves is probably second only to being eaten by living corpses.
As dusk approached, a figure appeared on the opposite hillside. The tawny hooded cloak made him almost blend with the surrounding environment. And the rifle behind him, which was almost as long as his height, seemed to be the murder weapon for killing two wolves in a row. The few rotten wolves that were still patrolling in the valley immediately charged forward with roars. With a few loud gunshots, the few rotten wolves fell to the ground without any suspense, whining and twitching continuously, and never came back. The ability to get up.
He didn't use the rifle on his back, and in his left hand was an extraordinarily powerful pistol, which was obviously modified. The automatic rifle needs two bursts to knock down the rotten wolf. It only needs one shot. This is no longer explained by the power of the gun itself. Only when several consecutive shots hit the rotten wolf's vitals will such a result occur . The gunshot of this pistol is as shocking as its power, almost not much smaller than the sniper rifle behind it, rough, thick, simple, and direct, like a strong man with stubble on his face.
After killing six rotten wolves one after another, with a flick of the man's fingers, the drum of the pistol opened, six hot bullet casings fell, and six more bullets were filled into the drum through his dexterous fingers. Then, with a click, the drum was fired. Returning to the position, almost without aiming, the muzzle of the gun was raised slightly, and a long tongue of flame was sprayed out again. In the sound of gunshots resounding through the valley, the seventh and last rotten wolf that jumped at the man was shocked, turned somersault in the air, flew over the man's head, and fell heavily to the ground. It whimpered unceasingly, and blood poured out endlessly, but this posture couldn't tell where the wound was, so people couldn't understand how this shot could bring down the rotting wolf, which is known for its ferocity and tenacity. There are still more than ten rotten wolves wandering in the valley, but with the clear and intensive gunshots of automatic rifles, all the remaining rotten wolves failed to escape from the hot metal bullet rain.
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With a brisk roar, Turner's M3A shot the last of the rotting wolves trying to escape halfway up the mountainside. Only then did he point the muzzle of the gun obliquely at the ground, cross the valley, and walk towards the mysterious man standing on the opposite hillside. Turner's hand is resting on the grip of the rifle. In this position, with a slight movement of the wrist, the muzzle of the M3A can bounce like a frightened rabbit. The soldiers behind him seemed to be scattered casually, and if necessary, everyone's firepower could immediately cover the mysterious man.
It can be said that almost the entire team's life was saved by that person, but it is everyone's survival instinct to be on guard against strangers. The man had the pistol back in his waist, but it was so impressive that almost everyone remembered that it still had five rounds in it. With the quickness with which the man could complete the bullet change in under a second, if he had malicious intentions, he could have fired at least three shots before Turner's team shot him. Judging from the man's previous marksmanship, three shots meant three lives.
Turner stopped ten meters in front of him, and carefully looked at the strangely dressed man. With the bright setting sun, under the thick yellow-brown cloak, it can be seen that most of his face is hidden under the dense bandage, a black eyepatch covers the right eye, and the pale golden grayish hair covers the Most of the forehead. Although on this person, only the left eye can be seen clearly, but the slender, strong, and slightly curved eyebrows, the blue pupils with gray stripes, and the lines that outline the outline of the eyes together constitute a nearly perfect picture scroll.
Turner suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry, although the figure should be a man, and he was not even sure whether the body hidden under the bandage was human. But in this era of survival, desire has long lost its shackles, and sex and violence have long become the instinct of most people. Men and women, adults and children, human and non-human, in the eyes of those who crave excitement and passion, all boundaries are blurring rapidly.
Years of life-and-death struggles calmed Turner down, and to his delight, no hostility could be seen in the opponent's green eyes. After hesitating for a moment, Turner let go of the submachine gun from his body and reached out to the stranger: "I'm Turner."
It was a rare gesture of friendliness among people meeting for the first time. The stranger was obviously a little surprised, but his eyes were slightly bent, a smile appeared on his face, and he reached out to shake hands with Turner: "I am...William."
William's hands were also covered with bandages, not a single bit of skin was exposed. However, through the bandage, Turner felt that this hand was more slender than ordinary people, and it was extraordinarily soft, but there seemed to be an explosive power hidden in the softness. This contradictory feeling made him feel that he was not shaking hands with a stranger, but holding the sharp teeth of a stone dragon.
Turner's hand trembled slightly, and he quickly took it back with some disrespect. William didn't seem to mind. Turner waved his hand and made a vague gesture of safety. The soldiers in the team breathed a sigh of relief, and scattered around to check on the undead rotten wolves and pick up the corpses of rotten wolves needed for the mission. Standing with William, Turner took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes, carefully pulled out two cigarettes, and handed William one: "You saved all of our lives! Would you like one?"
William smiled and said, "This is a good thing. Why not?" After the cigarette was lit, William took a deep breath through the gap in the bandage, and it took three or four minutes before he exhaled a faint smoke. You can tell at a glance that he knows how to enjoy tobacco.
While watching the soldiers under his command skillfully cut up the corpse of the rotten wolf, Turner asked casually, "There seems to be nothing in this area except rotten wolves. Why did you come here?""I've been following some rotting wolves that were acting abnormally, and wanted to see what happened to them, and then I found that you were trapped in this valley. It was just luck that I killed that wolf." William's voice was like water. flowing. Mutated species, whether alive or dead, can be sold for a good price in many large bases or settlements. Their genes are the source of new genetic enhancements. Therefore, there is a profession that specializes in hunting down mutant species and selling them for money, hunters.
"Are you a hunter?" Turner asked.
"A first-level hunter and a junior mercenary." William replied.
"Which company issued the license?" Turner asked.
Hunters or mercenaries are occupations that anyone can engage in, and they are graded and licensed based on past achievements. Licenses can be issued by various organizations, scattered bases, large companies or even consortiums. Obtaining a license issued by an organization means that it can be recognized on the territory of this organization, its allies and friendly organizations, and enjoy corresponding benefits. Of course, any organization may not recognize licenses issued by other organizations. Therefore, obtaining a first-level hunter license from a large company is often much more useful than a fourth-level license from a small organization.
"Penn & Co."
Turner was slightly taken aback, and there was already some respect in his voice: "That's a big guy!" However, considering William's abilities in sniping, shooting, hiding and sports, there is nothing wrong with obtaining such a license . Thinking of the wolf shot by William, the corners of Turner's eyes couldn't help twitching a few times. He took a deep breath on his cigarette and said gloomily, "I can't believe that even rotten wolves are about to have human intelligence. Damn world!"
William watched the soldiers wrap up the carcasses of rotten wolves and put them on their backs. He sighed and said, "There will be more and more wolves like this in the future." Turner cursed viciously. What, and then shouted loudly: "Boys, hurry up! We have to rush home overnight!" After giving the order, Turner said to William: "You have been out for a long time, go to the base to rest Let's go!" With a license, it is equivalent to having a background, and is no longer a dangerous stranger. What's more, in this area, Payne Company is strong. At dusk, the Turner team set off through the twilight. From here to the base, it takes two consecutive days to walk. Although the night is also dangerous, this area is even more dangerous. And at the end of their team, there was another William who moved like a ghost.
Intentionally or not, Berg fell behind the team and walked side by side with William. Taking advantage of the dim green light in the night, he secretly glanced at the huge modified rifle behind William from time to time. However, what puzzled him was that there was only a very simple optical sight on the body of the rifle. Even a layman, just by looking at the size of the sight, could tell that this thing was far inferior to the SVD sniper rifle in Berg's hand. .
Berg was obviously a shy person, his face flushed before he whispered: "Sir, no, sir, may I ask, what level is your sniper specialization?" William was silent. Berg became even more nervous, and stammered: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend....You know, I'm only twenty years old, I'm just a first-level sniper, and I've never met anyone like you. "
Psionic Domain...Easy Weapon Mastery...Sniper Specialization...
These contents flashed across William's mind in an instant, and hundreds of data kept changing. After three seconds, a result was finally obtained.
"Third order." William replied with a smile.
Berg was even more excited. William was already a third-tier sniper as he thought. Because every time one level is raised, the evolution points consumed will be doubled, and the third level means that at least 7 evolution points have been consumed. For Berg, whose lifelong wish is only to become a second-tier sniper, William is enough to become his idol. The shy Berg didn't even dare to speak to William, and William seemed to be taciturn most of the time, so the back of the team fell silent again, and ten people marched quietly and quickly under the night. The simple, rough, and outdated modified rifle behind William turned into a rough, simple, and violent artwork in Berg's eyes. He didn't know that William didn't consume even a single evolution point in sniper specialization.