The gun body is extended slightly, and it can be seen that this is an enhanced and improved version of an old rifle, and has undergone some manual modifications. The gun body has been simply solidified and modified to fire more powerful bullets, and a steel pipe has been added to the barrel to extend the range. However, the rifle does not have any new-age advanced sights, not even an old-fashioned rear sight, only the most primitive front sight. The straight-line distance from the muzzle to the wolf is more than 1,500 meters. Even if this old-fashioned rifle has a sufficient range, whether it can hit it or not can only rely on luck, and it must be extraordinary luck.

"It depends on luck again..." The muzzle of the rifle swayed slightly with the movement of the alpha wolf. This movement was almost accurate to micrometers.

boom! Huge and brutal gunshots resounded throughout the valley!

The thick chest of the alpha wolf almost exploded. It lowered its head and fell to the ground as soon as it saw its horrific wounds.

The alpha wolf fell, and the group of rot wolves immediately fell into chaos. Most of the rot wolves were enraged and ran back and forth throughout the valley, looking for the murderer who dared to challenge the entire wolf pack. However, the wind echoing in the valley had no unusual smell at all except for the smell of gunpowder that was diffused from nowhere. Several rot wolves with the keenest sense of smell had already rushed up to the ridge, but the place was already empty. Dozens of furious rot wolves rushed towards the already existing target - the cave where Turner and others were hiding.

Such a charge would be suicidal. The furthest of the more than forty strong rot wolves only came so close that they rushed ten meters away from the cave entrance before being shot down one by one by a dense rain of bullets. The only result was that one-third of the entire team's ammunition was consumed.

After another half hour, the rot wolves began to fall into greater restlessness and restlessness. A strong male wolf began to roar and howl frequently, trying to take over the position of the alpha wolf. Seeing this scene, the soldiers of Turner's team became nervous again. Although this wolf was much stronger than the ordinary rot wolf, and did not have the intelligence of the original wolf that was obviously beyond its kind, the wolf pack regenerated a wolf. Finally, 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 mountain opposite. He immediately took out his binoculars and looked across. In the lens, he could only see a patch of rocks and no figure at all.

"What's the shooting distance?" Turner asked as he lay beside Berg at some point.

Berg estimated the distance and whispered: "...1,400 meters." His voice was filled with jealousy and envy. Being able to hit accurately at this distance, and hitting all two shots, means that the opponent is a sniper at least two levels higher than him, and it means that the opponent has undergone genetic evolution at least three times.

The sound of the gun was rough and thick, with the unique smell of metallic gunpowder from old-fashioned firearms. Whether they are newcomers or veterans, the Turner team are almost all experts in the field of firearms. The sound of this kind of gunfire has a special charm to their ears. Old-fashioned firearms that can hit targets at 1,500 meters obviously sacrifice other things for the sake of range. However, this high-level sniper hiding in the dark is obviously proficient in both movement and concealment. Even the rot wolf cannot find his whereabouts. Coupled with his super long sniping distance and terrifying hit rate, even if his whereabouts are exposed, In fact, it doesn't matter. If you want to survive under this man's sniper rifle, you really need luck.

Silence returned to the valley, and the afternoon sun became even more intense, making Roulang restless. Although they have evolved to become stronger and more cunning at a terrifying speed, their aversion to sunlight and their tolerance for sunlight have not improved much.

Without the restraint and leadership of the alpha wolf, the rot wolves have transformed from a well-disciplined army into wild beasts that only rely on instinct. Just an hour before dusk, they had lost their last patience and began to leave the valley in twos and threes.

The soldiers in the cave breathed a sigh of relief, and even Turner felt his tense nerves relax. In the past three days, all the soldiers in the team have been suffering under the shadow of death. Although they are relaxed physically, they are extremely nervous mentally. If there was a ranking of the worst ways of death, then being eaten by a rotten wolf would be second only to being devoured by a living corpse.

As dusk approached, a figure appeared on the opposite hillside. The tawny hood made him almost blend in with the surrounding environment. The rifle behind him, which was almost as long as his height, seemed to be the weapon used to kill two wolves in succession. The few rot wolves that were still patrolling in the valley immediately roared and rushed forward. Following several huge gunshots, several rot wolves immediately fell to the ground without any suspense, whining and twitching, and never stopped. The ability to get up.

He did not use the rifle behind his back, but there was an unusually powerful pistol in his left hand, which was obviously modified. The automatic rifle requires two bursts of fire to bring down the rot wolf. It only needs one shot. This cannot be explained by the power of the firearm itself. This result can only occur if several consecutive shots hit the rot wolf's vitals. .

The sound of this pistol is as shocking as its power. It is almost no smaller than the sniper rifle behind it. It is rough, thick, simple and direct, just like a strong man with a stubble on his face.

After killing six rot wolves one after another, the man's finger flicked, and the pistol drum was opened. Six hot bullet cases fell, and six more rounds of bullets were filled into the drum through his dexterous fingers. Then there was a click. Returning to the position, almost without aiming, the gun muzzle was raised slightly and it spurted out a long tongue of flame. Amidst the gunshots that resounded throughout the valley, the seventh and last rot wolf that pounced on the man was shaken, turned somersaults in the air, flew over the man's head, and fell heavily to the ground. It kept whimpering, and blood poured out endlessly from its lower body. However, from this posture, it was impossible to see where the wound was, which made people wonder how this shot could bring down the rotten wolf, which was famous for its fierceness and tenacity.

There were still more than a dozen rot wolves lingering in the valley, but as the clear and dense gunshots of automatic rifles rang out, all the remaining rot wolves were unable to escape from the rain of hot metal bullets.

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Turner's m3a let out a brisk roar and shot the last rot wolf that tried to escape halfway up the mountain. Then he pointed the muzzle of his gun at an angle at the ground, walked through the valley, and walked toward the mysterious man standing on the opposite hillside. Turner's hand was resting on the handle of the rifle. In this position, with just a slight movement of his wrist, the m3a's muzzle could bounce like a frightened rabbit. The soldiers behind him seemed to disperse casually. If necessary, everyone's firepower could immediately cover the mysterious man.

It can be said that almost the whole team's life was saved by that person, but it is everyone's survival instinct to be wary of strangers. Although the man had put the pistol back into his waist, the pistol was so impressive that almost everyone still remembered that there were still five bullets in the gun. With the man's agility in changing bullets in one second, if he had malicious intentions, at least three shots would have been fired before Team Turner shot him. Judging from the man's previous marksmanship, three shots meant three lives.

Turner stopped ten meters in front of him and looked carefully at the strangely dressed man. Under the bright sunset, under the thick tawny cloak, it can be seen that most of his face is hidden under dense bandages. A black eyepatch covers his right eye, and his light blond and grayish hair is covered. Covered most of his forehead. Although the only place that can be seen clearly on this person is the left eye, the long, strong, slightly curved eyebrows, the blue pupils with gray stripes, and the lines that outline the eye contours together form an almost perfect complexion. picture scroll.

Turner suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry, even though this person should be a man based on his body shape, and he was not even sure whether the body hidden under the bandage was human. But in this era of survival, sex has long lost its shackles, and sex and violence have long become the instinct of most people. Men and women, adults and children, humans and non-humans, all the boundaries are rapidly blurring in the eyes of those who crave excitement and pleasure.

Years of experience in struggling between life and death calmed Turner down. To his delight, there was no hostility in the other party's blue eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, Turner released his hand from m3a and reached out to the stranger: "I am Turner."

It was a rare gesture of friendship 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... Su."

Su's hands were also covered with bandages, with no skin exposed at all. However, through the bandage, Turner felt that this hand was more slender and stretched than ordinary people, and it was exceptionally soft, but there seemed to be explosive power hidden in the softness. This contradictory feeling made him feel as if he was not shaking hands with a stranger, but holding the fangs of a stone dragon.

Turner's hand shook slightly, and he quickly and rudely took it back. Sue didn't seem to mind.

Turner waved his hand, making a vague safety gesture. The soldiers in the team breathed a sigh of relief and spread out to check the undead rot wolves and pick up the carcasses of the rot wolves needed for the mission.

Turner stood with Su, took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes, carefully pulled out two cigarettes, and handed one to Su: "You saved all our lives! Want one?"

Su smiled and said: "This is a good thing. Why not?"

After lighting the cigarette, Su took a deep breath between the gaps in the bandage. It took three or four minutes before he exhaled a faint smoke. One look and you can tell that he knows how to enjoy tobacco.

While watching his soldiers skillfully cutting up the carcasses of rot wolves, Turner asked casually: "There seems to be nothing in this area except rot wolves. Why did you come here?"

"I have been following some rot wolves that were acting abnormally, trying to see what changes had happened to them, and then I found you trapped in this valley. It was only with good luck that I killed the wolf." Su's voice was like water. flowing.

Mutated species, whether alive or dead, can be sold for good prices in many large bases or settlements. Their genes are the source of new gene-enhancing agents. Therefore, there is a profession that specializes in hunting down mutant species and then selling them for money, the hunter.

"Are you a hunter?" Turner asked.

"First-level hunter and junior mercenary." Su replied.

"Which company issued the license?" Turner asked.

Being a hunter or a mercenary is a profession that anyone can engage in, and they are graded and licensed based on their past performance. Licenses can be issued by various organizations, scattered bases, large companies or even consortiums. Obtaining a license from an organization means that you can be recognized on the territory of this organization and its allies and friendly organizations, and enjoy corresponding benefits. Of course, any organization may not recognize licenses issued by other organizations. Therefore, getting a first-level hunter license from a large company is often much more useful than a fourth-level license from a small organization.

"Payne Company."

Turner was quite surprised, and there was already more respect in his voice: "That's a big guy!" However, thinking of Su's abilities in sniping, shooting, concealment and sports, it is understandable to get such a license. .

Thinking of the wolf that Su shot and killed, Turner couldn't help but wince at the corners of his eyes. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and said gloomily: "I can't believe that even rot wolves are almost as smart as humans. This damn world!"

Su watched the soldiers wrap up several carrion wolf corpses and put them on their backs. He sighed and said, "There will be more and more alpha wolves like this in the future."

Turner cursed something fiercely, and then shouted: "Boys, move faster! We have to drive home all night!"

After giving the order, Turner said to Su again: "It looks like you've been out for a long time. Come to the base to rest for a while!"

With a license, you have a provenance and are no longer a dangerous stranger. What's more, Payne Company is strong in this area.

At dusk, Turner's team set out in the twilight. It takes two days of continuous walking from here to the base. Although the night is also dangerous, this area is even more dangerous. And at the end of their team, there was a Su who moved like a ghost.

Intentionally or unintentionally, Berg fell behind the team and walked side by side with Su. Taking advantage of the dim green light in the night, he occasionally peeked at the huge modified rifle behind Su. However, what confused him was that there was only a very crude optical sight on the rifle. Even a layman, just 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 turned red and he whispered: "Sir, no, sir, can I ask what level your sniper specialization is?"

Su 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, just a first-level sniper, and I've never seen anyone like you. "

Psychic domain...simple weapon mastery...sniper specialization...

These contents flashed through Su's mind instantly, hundreds of data constantly changing, and three seconds later, a result was finally obtained.

"Third level." Su smiled and replied.

Berg became even more excited. Su was indeed a third-level sniper as he thought. Because every time you advance to one level, the evolution points consumed will double, and the third level means that at least 7 evolution points have been consumed. For Berg, whose lifelong dream is to become a second-level sniper, Su is enough to become his idol.

The shy Berg even dared not talk to Su, and Su seemed to be taciturn most of the time, so the team became quiet again, and the ten people marched quietly and quickly under the night.

In Berg's eyes, the crude, rough, and backward modified rifle behind Su's back became a rough, simple work of art that represented the aesthetics of violence.

He didn't know that Su had not spent even a single evolution point on sniper specialization.