"Attention! The map has been successfully downloaded. Based on the heat signal, the sniper is positioned behind the checkpoint, approximately 700 meters away, at the base of the defense building. There is only one person, armed with a JS12.7MM sniper rifle, with a magazine capacity of only 3 rounds."

As this intelligence came in, the remaining Hornets 2 and 3 were transfixed, staring at the holographic image on their microcomputers. If they were to engage in a shootout, one of them would certainly be blown to pieces by the armor-piercing rounds, while the other would be able to take him out after he ran out of ammunition or showed himself, allowing the ground forces to resolve the battle in the meantime.

"Money talks, trouble walks! Brother, as hunters, our military ranks are only third class. Let's give it our all! We must not lose the courage of our hunters!" A solemn voice came through the earpiece of Hornet 2 from Hornet 3.

The hunters, also known as the free ability warriors, faced the wilderness filled with radiation crises, extraterrestrial creatures, mutated beasts, and the aftermath of the mutated forests, as well as the zombies. The wilderness, picturesque as it may be, had become synonymous with hell. However, it was a paradise for the hunters, mercenaries, and the like. They hunted and sought all the resources needed by the federal government in exchange for the right to reside in the city. They were akin to the ancient rangers and assassins, each one a sharp blade.

The hunters had various large organizations, calling themselves explorers of the 17th and 18th centuries. Initially, they were an organization for hunting extraterrestrial creatures outside the city, but gradually they became the pioneers of humanity's counterattack against extraterrestrials and gained recognition from the federal government. They had no choice but to survive! So long as there was enough profit, they would help with the killing. They were thinking blades. As long as it did not endanger the survival interests of humanity, even if it meant death, they would accomplish it for the honor of the hunters.

Their belief was in killing, for survival! In this world under threat, they were a group of honorable hot-blooded individuals. This honor might seem laughable in times of peace, but in this twisted society, it appeared noble.

As Hornet 3 swore as a hunter, Hornet 2 felt the blood boil within him and said, "Although I don't know your name, if any one of us survives, please bury my body under the maple tree I love in the wilderness. I believe that one day, when the red maple leaves fall, the human army will sweep through on a carpet of leaves, and our children will no longer have to rush around!"

"Agreed! If I die, please take care of my daughter. I don't want her to return to the wilderness!"

"Sworn in the honor of the hunter!"

The two almost simultaneously said over the earpiece and then simultaneously showed themselves.

"We're waiting for you!"

Barrett Walker did not witness this solemn scene of the two swearing, but he did not stay in the carriage. He knew it was not safe there. He jumped out, pulled the trigger in mid-air, and shot the person 680 meters away. Upon landing, he rolled and then got up to leave.

Barrett Walker suddenly felt a pain in his thigh and knew he had been shot. But with his abilities as a captain, at the moment the bullet touched him, his muscles clenched, avoiding the major artery. Thankfully, the person was not using a long-range sniper rifle, and the weapon was old, which reduced its power. The bullet was lodged in his muscle and did not cause bleeding.

"Heh! Missed!"

Evasions like these, within a short period of time, were detrimental to the body. Barrett Walker's heart pounded fiercely, providing blood and adrenaline to his whole body.

Hornet 3 had already learned of the situation and appeared despondent. He did not expect the hidden person to be so alert and had changed positions. He took off his earpiece and said softly, "Looks like I have to leave!"

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If a hunter's contract does not involve a critical human interest, and even if it means death, the hunter must not betray the contract, otherwise they would be expelled for life, abandoned by family and friends. It is evident how much the hunter's contract and honor were valued. The moment the person took off his earpiece was not out of cowardice, but fear of living.

The border troops were compressed behind the checkpoint, and if they showed themselves, they would be sniped by the sniper. They looked at their shabby weapons, feeling frustrated.

"Hey! Soldiers, it seems like there's no sniper. What should we do? Should we still go out? Say something, will you!"

Baron hid behind the checkpoint and angrily questioned.

"These bastards! When I'm transferred back one day, I'll definitely teach them a lesson!"

The lieutenant looked at the G36K in his hand, the standard weapon of the former special forces, and felt a sense of frustration when faced with the intense firepower of the black-clad individuals. If he had his standard weapon, he would have charged out and taken down all of these people with their powerful firepower, provided there was no sniper. "What's the rush? How do you know there's no sniper? What if there is one? I won't joke with my brothers' lives. Let's wait patiently!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Danny had never felt so exhilarated before. Shirtless, with his muscular physique exposed, he occasionally raised his hand and fired a few shots. The adrenaline rush made him almost forget who his parents were.

Perhaps he was a natural warrior, but he had been deliberately suppressed by his family.

"Danny, can you please put on some clothes? You're making me uncomfortable with all that sweat!"

Baron had never encountered a situation like this before, and witnessing dead bodies from the battle, he was not as composed as Danny. After bashing someone's head in with a stone and killing them, he returned feeling unsettled, especially with the continuous, irritating sound of gunfire. Real combat was indeed a more intense test than just shooting.

"What's wrong, are you afraid?"

Danny looked at Baron's uneasy appearance and smiled. It seemed that it was finally time for him to be afraid.

"Charge!"

The captain gradually felt the firepower diminishing and, surprised, looked up to see that the group had already taken cover, and several armored vehicles ready to leave the city had been turned into skeletons. Although puzzled, he knew the opportunity for an assault was slipping away and decisively led the charge.

As soon as the captain moved, the border troops, like groundhogs, suddenly popped their heads out, leaping over the checkpoint and swarming out. Even the machine guns on the walls began to belch out fire at an angle, as the federal government mandates that soldiers' guns never be aimed at civilians. Thus, the computer-controlled machine guns on the wall could only fire at a 45-degree angle towards the city, suppressing the firepower.

"Charge!"

Danny took the lead and roared out.

"Suppress the fire! Flank them from both sides and encircle them. Don't let a single one escape!"

The captain watched his soldiers deal with the black-clad individuals hiding behind the armored vehicles using tactics for killing monsters. This tactic worked well against clumsy giant insects, but against these agile and heavily armed individuals, it was proving to be difficult. He immediately ordered his soldiers to spread out and encircle them, first capturing them and then gradually removing the nails, otherwise charging in directly would result in heavy casualties.

Baron did not join Danny in the charge. Instead, he looked at the two vehicles beneath the defense building, twenty meters away. The van had crashed into a pillar and had completely caved in. He had heard the sniper rifle fire three times just now, and with no sniper remaining on the enemy side, it was sure to be Barrett Walker. This stubborn brother of his had already passed through the defense building, past the protective barrier, and was already out in the wilderness, right?

"What's wrong? Why aren't you following orders to encircle from both sides?"

The captain looked at the large group of soldiers rushing past the row of vehicles and shouted.

"Captain! These people are all dead. It seems like they were poisoned!"

A soldier spoke.

Baron stepped outside the checkpoint and, out of curiosity, went to inspect the bodies of the black-clad individuals. He then spoke with a somber tone, "This is potassium cyanide. The person who wanted to kill us is not simple at all!"

Danny tossed his gun aside, clapped his hands, and said with a smile, "I was worried that the person trying to kill us would be too simple. That would be too boring."

"Give you a little sunshine, and you'll shine. Give you some confidence and you'll grow complacent. Alright, should we go out of the city to pursue Barrett Walker, or should we turn back immediately? Make a decision!"

Baron sneered and said disdainfully.

After exiting the underground tunnel and passing the protective barrier, a straight road stretched from the distant canyon to the horizon. The lush forest on both sides of the road was a sea of green under the immaculate blue sky. In such a picturesque setting, it was the best nourishment for the eyes. However, a figure with the sun behind them gradually came into Barrett Walker's view, causing him to squint involuntarily.