More than twenty minutes passed.

The leader and his warriors were still in the cave.

The leader looked at the corpse of the head wolf dragged away three hundred meters away with an ugly face.

A hybrid wolf that originally looked like the same size as other hybrid wolves devoured the body of the head wolf one bite at a time. With each bite, it gets bigger.

The leader is sure that the power of the head wolf is inherited through flesh and blood.

In the past 20 minutes since the wolf howled, the following things have happened.

The leader and warriors rushed out as the wolves were in disarray. However, it is different from the wolf pack that the original leader thought, busy attacking each other and competing for the position of the head wolf. Their primary target was him and his warriors.

The decapitation tactic succeeded, but the strategic goal was not reached.

After all, the number of warriors was limited, and they had to retreat again and again until they retreated back into the cave. Look at a hybrid wolf, drag the carcass of the head wolf away, eat its body and inherit its power.

The leader looked at the warrior who had taken the pill, and the warrior's veins looked terrifying.

The fighter shook his head, indicating that he could not do anything about the target at a distance of three hundred meters.

The leader sighed, sat down on the ground as if he had resigned himself to his fate. The other warriors also sat silent.

In this new era, danger is everywhere.

They were not afraid of death, but they did not expect to be wiped out here. They thought of the women and children in the settlement, and they were a little worried about whether they would be able to survive in this dangerous world without their protection.

Suddenly, the leader raised his head, and he seemed to hear a gunshot.

Is this an illusion?

The leader looked at the other warriors with questions in his eyes.

That's when he heard a second gunshot.

Not an illusion!

The leader stood up with his mace and stood in the direction of the gunfire. He had already accepted his fate, but suddenly had some unrealistic fantasies. Will we be saved?

The sun is scorching, and although it is still spring, the wasteland with bare rocks is covered with heat.

A sturdy soldier with a sniper rifle wrapped from head to toe crawls forward.

Strange to say, his black outfit should be extremely conspicuous in the reddish-brown wasteland that is as hot as a red-hot iron plate at the moment, but no creature notices him.

An hour ago, walking briskly in the wasteland, hurrying to the wild coast, he found the footprints of a group of humans, as well as the footprints of a pack of wolves, and judged that a group of humans were besieged by wolves.

He decided to save them.

There is no justice to this. In the new era, the survival of the fittest. It is a matter of course that the strong survive and the weak die.

However, because he is also human, he decided to save them.

Set up a sniper rifle, put a hybrid wolf into the crosshair, and take out a mutant wolf with every bullet fired.

The leader listened to the sound of gunfire at an even speed, and looked at the mixed wolves that fell to the ground one after another in his field of vision, without the slightest expression on his face.

The comer was so strong that the leader heard so many gunshots that he didn't see the attacker, and he couldn't judge the specific location of the attacker.

You must know that the leader who has been strengthened by perception is a thousand meters away as far as his eyes can see.

He did not see the attacker, indicating that the attacker had fired at least a kilometer away.

Even with a sniper rifle, the distance is a bit terrifying.

The leader judged that the attacker had at least two Perception enhancements and one Shot Mastery. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been shot so accurately at such a distance.

The leader and his warriors, though they looked like blood-drinking, crude and reckless savages. But in fact, they are no strangers to guns, cars, and other things that symbolize civilization.

The leader now had a ten-millimeter pistol in his sack, and he didn't take it out because there were no bullets.

In the same way, all the people in the chieftain settlement live in rusty cars. I can't live because I don't have gasoline.

Why they use cold weapons, why they walk is clear.

As for why they wore animal skins, the reason is relatively simple.

First, more than 200 years have passed since the old era, and the old industrial system has long since collapsed and cannot be restored.

The second is the clothes of the old era, which cannot block radiation.

The third is the clothes of the old era, which cannot be used as the last ration.

As the leader pondered, all the other hybrids had been wiped out, except for the hybrid wolf who was gnawing on the corpse of the old wolf.

The man in black frowned as he looked at the hybrid wolf who was about to eat the corpse of the wolf, picked up the sniper rifle and put it down.

He wasn't quite sure about the bullet of the sniper rifle in his hand, and after flying a distance of thousands of meters. Can it effectively damage this large mixed wolf with at least forty kilograms?

Do you want to run?

He thought about it.

Saving people is saving people, but it is another thing to risk yourself getting hurt.

In both the old and new eras, injuries kill people.

The only difference is that in the old era, the medical conditions were better, and the survival rate after injury was higher, but in the new era, it is more difficult to survive if the environment is harsh.

When the hybrid wolf had finished eating the carcass of the first wolf, it turned its head, stared viciously in the direction of the man in black, and ran as fast as it could.

As you can see from the way it runs, it has used too much force and has not yet adapted to its stronger body.

Seeing it running towards him, the man in black dropped his sniper rifle and pulled out an iron-barreled pistol from the outside of each leg. Rolled over, then began to run against the mutated hybrid wolf.

The leader saw the assailant, and he ran faster than he thought.

Didn't he not only improve his perception and shooting specialization, but also his agility?

He's too strong.

The leader felt more and more that the sudden appearance of the black-clad assailant was not necessarily a good thing.

The reason why the man in black ran towards the mutant hybrid wolf was because the iron-barreled pistol in his hand had limited power and range, and if he couldn't get close, no matter how many shots he shot, it would be in vain. Only if you are close enough can you deal enough damage.

1,000 meters, 500 meters, 200 meters, 100 meters......

The mutant hybrid wolf and the man in black continued to run towards each other.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, ten meters......

The man in black was within ten meters of the mutant hybrid wolf before firing the first shot, followed by the second, then the third.

The three shots were fired very fast, and so was the speed of the two of them.

After three shots, he and the mutant hybrid wolf were almost together.

The mutant hybrid wolf jumped at him with a bloody mouth, and the soles of his shoes twisted, and the whole person bounced to the side of the mutant hybrid wolf.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Three more gunshots rang out, and the man in black stopped shooting and began to turn and flee.

The mutant hybrid wolf, who had been completely hit by the six shots, angrily chased the man in black.

Although it seemed that it was almost able to catch up, the six bullet holes on its body were gushing blood because of the vigorous exercise.

Eventually, it lost too much blood and was slipped to death by the man in black.

The man in black dealt with the last of the hybrid wolves, walked to the cave and said loudly, "You can come out, the hybrid wolves are dead, and you are safe now." ”

The warriors saw his strength and stood guard with mace in their hands.

The leader stepped forward and said in a lingua franca that he didn't speak very well, "Thank you Warriors for saving us, what's your name?"

The man in black took off his ink-colored goggles and said, "Call me Lin." ”