The mutant jackal is really not a good prey, it has very little meat to eat, and the fat content in the meat is also very low, the taste is dry, the taste is a little sour, and there is a smell and fishiness.

However, in the current situation, Qi Lin has no other choice for a while, not to mention, in the wasteland, some of them are good to eat, and who cares if the food used to satisfy hunger is good or not.

Qi Lin first stepped on the bonfire, and then took the Tokarev pistol and quietly touched it towards the small mountain bag.

Jackals are just ordinary mutant creatures that don't even have elite level, and Qi Lin did this just to not alarm the prey, otherwise, if the prey chooses to escape, then Qi Lin will have to catch up hungry for a long unnecessary distance.

Qi Lin had just approached a distance of about a hundred meters from the jackal, and the jackal seemed to sense something, and stood up from the ground on all fours.

"Huh?" Qi Lin, who was half-squatting behind a bush and turned on the dynamic camouflage, sighed lightly, he was in a downwind position, with his strength, coupled with the dynamic camouflage, even if the distance between him and the jackal was shortened by half, the other party should not be able to find himself.

Even Cooper's radius of detection through sound and movement alone could not exceed 100 meters, how could this ordinary jackal feel wrong?

Is this the so-called innate premonition of danger in animals?

When Qi Lin was still wondering, there was a sudden "boom", and a simple javelin made of a dagger tied to a wooden stick broke through the air, directly nailing the jackal to the ground!

There are people on the other side of the hill bag too!

Qi Lin was startled at first, but then immediately calmed down - since the other party chose to hunt jackals with javelins, then Qi Lin could judge from the power and speed of the throwing that the other party was only a first- or two-level evolutionary at most.

Every time the evolutionary level is raised, the gap between the levels becomes more and more obvious, plus now Qi Lin is in the shadows, and the other party is in the light, as long as Qi Lin is willing, he can kill the opponent in an instant when he comes to pick up the prey.

Less than a minute after the javelin killed the jackal, a figure wrapped in an earthy yellow desert cloak ran up from the other side of the hill in a hurry, although the sky had completely darkened at this moment, but the familiar face of the other party, as well as the palm with only four fingers, still made Qi Lin recognize him.

This is the guy who molested and humiliated Feiyan in the battle castle - Eight Fingers.

"How could he be here? Did you escape from the Castle or did you come here after being resurrected? ”

Eight Fingers' current appearance can be described as embarrassing, except for the khaki cloak, all the clothes are tattered, and in order to keep warm, there are a lot of dirty strips of cloth wrapped around his body. On both of his feet, he wore a plastic slipper on one foot and no shoe on the other, stepping on a small woven bag with a nylon rope fastening the mouth.

Looking at Bazhi's sloppy appearance that was even more sloppy than most beggars in the old era, Qi Lin knew that during this time, the other party should have been quite miserable.

Eight Fingers quickly ran to the side of the jackal's corpse, and by this time, Qi Lin had already raised the pistol in his hand.

The effective firing range of the TT-33 Tokarev pistol in the former Soviet Union is only 50 meters, which is almost the limit of lethality at a distance of 100 meters, and the accuracy is completely impossible to guarantee.

However, the problem of accuracy is not a problem at all for Qi Lin - the "Eagle Eye" skill is activated, the trajectory is determined, the compensation value is calculated, and a dotted line extending from the muzzle of the gun and connecting the vital points of the eight fingers is immediately outlined in Qi Lin's mind.

"Phew!"

The muzzle of the gun flashed, and he heard that the eight fingers of the gun had just raised his head, and the 7.62mm caliber bullet had just penetrated through his right eye, and after the eyeball was exploded and most of his head was shattered, he just lost his kinetic energy and stayed in the head of the eight fingers.

The half-squatting body of the eight fingers shook slightly, and with a "poof" sound, it fell next to the corpse of the jackal.

Putting away the pistol, Qi Lin observed for a while, and after making sure that the other party had no companions, he quickly ran to the top of the mountain.

Eightfinger's corpse was empty except for a water bladder with half a pot of dirty water left, and it seems that he was forced by food to choose to hunt mutated creatures.

Looking down the hillside where Eight Fingers had come up, Qi Lin found that there was a small shack made of tree branches and plastic sheeting between the several piles of bushes at the foot of the mountain in the distance, and it seemed that this should be Eight Fingers' temporary residence.

Grabbing the javelin that had been pulled from the jackal, Qi Lin ran to the shack, but before he could get close, a strong rancid smell made Qi Lin's already empty stomach churn, and a mouthful of spicy stomach acid directly overflowed his throat.

"Vomit...... What the hell is this......"

From a distance of more than ten meters, Qi Lin could see a decayed corpse lying in the shack, it seemed that it should be a dead female zombie, the naked lower body of the zombie was exposed outside the shack, and there seemed to be some special traces of filth on the thighs and between the legs.

“…… This dude, it's a bit of a......"

Qi Lin recalled that Feiyan once described Eight Fingers: "extremely lustful, psychopathic, manic, and a little bit of mental illness......

Compared with this guy who is so powerful that he is an X corpse, Qi Lin suddenly feels that he is also a mentally ill person, and in comparison, Aya Aoi is simply not too cute......

Enduring the discomfort in his heart, Qi Lin walked around the shack, and after finding nothing of value, he turned back to the mountain, and returned to his campfire with the body of the jackal.

Although the corpse made Qi Lin really sick, it didn't dampen his appetite, and as his satiety dropped to single digits, his hungry stomach began to scream uncontrollably.

People are iron, rice is steel, even if it is a third-level evolutionary, it is impossible not to eat the fireworks of the world, and the fact is the opposite, the stronger the evolutionary, the faster the body energy is consumed, and the faster the consumption rate of satiety.

"If only I could convert the radiation energy in my body into satiety......

Qi Lin complained with hunger, lit the bonfire first, and at the same time the saber in his hand neatly cut open the corpse of the jackal dog, and pulled out the intestines and internal organs in the abdominal cavity.

Then, the dagger from the javelin was removed, and the treated jackal was strung to the barrel of the gun.

In fact, the best way to deal with food in the wild is to bury the prey under the scorching embers and cook it, but due to the limited conditions, Qi Lin can only adopt the method of smoking and grilling.

The jackal's fur was the first to come into contact with the bonfire, emitting a stench of burnt protein, and when the fur was burned clean, with the licking of the flames, the grease slowly seeped out of the muscles, and the air began to fill the air with an enticing smell of meat.

While chewing on the hard and cold beef jerky, Qi Lin rolled the roast meat on the fire with one hand, took out a metal kettle from his backpack with the other, poured two packets of instant coffee into it, screwed the cap on the bottle, shook it vigorously and threw the kettle next to the bonfire.

There are hot barbecues, fragrant coffee...... What could be a better dinner for someone struggling to survive in the wasteland wilderness?