Turner's eyes widened suddenly, and in those dark brown pupils, they were filled with dense rotting wolves!

"Oh my God! There are at least three hundred rotting wolves! Turner's heart pounded, and he could barely breathe!

Turner suddenly smelled a faint fishy stench in his nose, and the instinct cultivated by years of fighting caused him to immediately leap backwards and shoot a long shot into the hole opening.

A dark shadow swept through the air like lightning, its sharp teeth clenched together where it should have been the back of Turner's neck, and then five fiery bullets swept its entire belly away!

It was a strong male wolf weighing 30 kilograms, and it was carried away several meters away by the impact of the bullet, and after a few rolls on the ground, almost all of its internal organs had fallen off, and it could still struggle to stand up, shaking and letting out a low roar of menace at the entrance of the hole, until the other male wolf bit off its neck bone.

Thump! Turner slammed his back to the ground, knocking down two of his soldiers. When he was helped up, he found that the cold sweat had already soaked the inner and outer clothes!

An old bird glanced out of the cave, his face immediately pale, and said, "Chief, it looks like we're trapped." ”

The other person looked at the walkie-talkie in his hand, shook his head, and said, "There is no signal from the base at all." ”

"We have food and water for 10 days."

"We only have one base of ammunition, which is not enough to kill them all."

Several old birds reported the situation of the supplies on their own, and the more Turner listened, the more ugly his face became. He stood cautiously a meter away from the entrance of the cave, looking out, and the more he looked at it, the more the chill in his heart became heavier.

Strong, rotting wolves were roaming back and forth, their saliva dripping onto the valley's scorching rocks, evaporating white smoke. However, although they were hungry, they all stayed five hundred meters away from the entrance of the cave. It seems that they also know that beyond this distance, the power and accuracy of the automatic rifle will be greatly reduced. More than three hundred rotting wolves in the valley made it impossible for Turner's team to break through. If they are out of the shelter of the cave, the fast and agile rotting wolves can tear the entire squad to shreds with a single charge.

Turner retreated into the cave, sat down against the wall, and said, "It looks like these rotting wolves are trying to trap us here. Two people are placed at the entrance of the cave, and the shift changes every two hours. Lucas, Berg, you two start first, and the others rest. Hopefully we'll be lucky enough that reinforcements from the base will be able to find us. ”

The soldiers sat down against the cave wall, closed their eyes and pretended to sleep, now they had to save their strength, and no one knew how long they would need to stay here.

But almost no one can really sleep, and there is always a lingering question in everyone's minds, how did these rotten wolves suddenly become so smart? They know how to set traps and they know how to dodge the most lethal range of automatic rifles. And even though they are hungry, not a single wolf will cross that invisible line, which is almost like ......

Army!!

"Boss! Come and see! Lucas suddenly screamed. He deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of alarming something.

Turner cautiously moved to the entrance of the cave and looked out. Following Lucas's finger, he finally saw the leader of the pack.

This is a wolf like no other, with a huge body and smooth pure black fur that are rare among rotten wolves, but the most shocking thing is that this wolf is standing!

The head wolf will occasionally land on all fours, but most of the time it is standing in a human, directing the rotting wolves with a howl of varying lengths and high and low with its front paws.

An experienced old bird listened carefully for a long time before exclaiming: "There are more than 30 syllables to say the least!" If these syllables can still be combined, it is simply a language. Is this really a rotting wolf? ”

Turner sat down against the edge of the cave, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Of course it's a rotting wolf." It's no surprise that rotting wolves can talk. Anything can happen these days. …… Gotta find a way to kill it! ”

Berg is the sniper in the squad, he sets up the SVD sniper rifle and slowly lassoes the head wolf with the doji in the scope. The head wolf was a thousand meters away from the cave, and it was obviously more alert and agile than the average rotting wolf. If you want to hit with one hit at this distance, unless you have enhanced the ability domain of the secondary sniper specialization, and you are using a new sniper firearm from a major company in the new era. Berg is not a second-order shooter with sniper expertise, and he still holds an antique sniper rifle from the old era, and whether he can shoot or not depends on luck.

“…… Gotta find a way to kill it! Berg kept repeating to himself in his mind, and the Doji patiently moved with the wolf.

Finally!

The head wolf straightened up, stretched out his nose and sniffed something in the air, such a rare opportunity, of course, Berg would not miss it, he immediately and decisively pulled the trigger!

Bang! The huge recoil slammed into Berg's shoulder, pushing him back ten centimeters. However, Berg could see clearly in the scope, and at the moment when the muzzle of the gun spewed sparks, the head wolf suddenly fell down with incredible agility and disappeared in the wolves! A second later, a large flower of blood bloomed on a rotting wolf, cutting off almost all of its flexible and powerful waist. However, Berg's heart sank to the bottom, there was only one such opportunity, and since it was missed, there would be no next one.

Berg buried his head in his arm weakly.

A large, rough, strong, warm hand patted Berg's shoulder, and then Turner's unique calm voice rang in Berg's ear: "In the last twenty years, I have done a lot worse than this. Don't overthink it, lad. If you can't do that, then none of us here can. There are many times when we just have to do our best and leave success to luck. ”

Three days passed.

The head wolf is still coordinating and directing the actions of the wolves and maintaining order. The rotting wolves that refused to obey were all slain by it. When necessary, it still walks upright, but never lingers in one place, and more often than not, it disappears completely in the wolves. Aside from its wolf appearance, it resembles a calm, cruel, and cunning human commander in every way.

"Gotta find a way to kill it......"

On the ridge, a turquoise eye with gray stripes staring at the wolf. He had somehow fallen on the ridge that overlooked the valley, a heavy tawny blanket that enveloped him, making him fit in perfectly with the rocks around him. He didn't know how long he observed, and finally, a muzzle wrapped in brown cloth came out from under the blanket, and the old-fashioned crosshair above the muzzle slowly lassoed the head of the wolf.

The body of the gun is extended in half, and it can be seen that it is an enhanced version of an old rifle with some manual modifications. The barrel has been modified with a simple solidification to fire more powerful bullets, and a steel tube has been added to the barrel to make it longer. However, the rifle did not have any of the advanced sights of the new era, not even the old-fashioned rulers, only the most primitive crosshairs. From the muzzle to the wolf, the distance in a straight line is more than 1,500 meters, and even if this old rifle has enough range, whether it can hit or not can only depend on luck, and it must be extraordinary luck.

"It's up to luck again......" The muzzle of the rifle swayed slightly as the head wolf moved, almost to the micron level.

Bang! Loud and brutal gunfire resounded throughout the valley!

The wolf's thick chest exploded almost entirely, and it lowered its head, and just saw its horrific wounds, and fell to the ground.

The head wolf fell, and the rotting wolf pack immediately fell into chaos. Enraged, most of the rotting wolves run back and forth throughout the valley, looking for the killer who dares to challenge the entire pack. However, the wind that echoed in the valley had no unusual smell except for the smell of gunpowder that had diffused from nowhere, and several rotting wolves with the sharpest sense of smell had rushed up the ridge, but it was already empty. Dozens of enraged rotten wolves rushed towards the cave where Turner and the others were hiding, their already existing targets.

Such a charge is tantamount to suicide. More than 40 strong rotting wolves only got as close as they rushed ten meters away from the entrance of the cave before they were shot down one by one by a dense rain of bullets. The only effect was that it consumed a third of the team's ammunition.

After another half hour, the rotting wolves began to fall into greater agitation and restlessness, and a strong male wolf began to growl and howl frequently, trying to take the place of the head wolf. Seeing this scene, the fighters of Turner's team became nervous again, although this wolf was only much stronger than ordinary rotten wolves, and did not have the intelligence of the original wolf that was obviously beyond its kind, but after the wolf pack regenerated the head wolf, who knows what will happen.

Bang! Another shocking gunshot rang out, and the new wolf fell in response.

This time, Berg finally saw a wisp of green smoke rising from the back of the opposite mountain, and he immediately took out his binoculars and looked at the opposite side, only a piece of rocks was seen in the lens, and there was no half a figure at all.

"What's the shooting distance?" Turner asked, leaning over Berg's side at some point.

Berg estimated the distance and whispered, "...... 1,400 meters. His voice was a mixture of jealousy and envy. Being able to hit accurately at this distance, and hitting both shots, means that the opponent is a sniper who is at least two orders higher than him, which means that the opponent has undergone at least three genetic evolutions.

The gunfire was rough and heavy, with the smell of metal gunpowder unique to old-fashioned firearms. Turner's team, whether they are newcomers or veterans, are almost all experts in the field of firearms, and this kind of gunfire does have a special charm in their ears. Old-fashioned firearms capable of hitting targets at 1500 meters, apparently sacrificing others for range. However, this high-level sniper hidden in the shadows is obviously proficient in sports and hiding at the same time, and even the rotten wolf can't find his whereabouts, coupled with his long sniper distance and terrifying hit rate, even if his whereabouts are exposed, it doesn't matter. It really takes luck to survive under this man's sniper rifle.

Tranquility was restored in the valley, and the afternoon sun was even more intense, scorching the rotting wolves. Although they have evolved stronger and more cunning at a terrifying rate, their aversion to sunlight and endurance have not improved much.

Without the restraint and leadership of the head wolf, the rotting wolf pack has gone from a disciplined army to a beast that acts only on instinct. Just an hour before dusk, they had lost the last of their patience and began to leave the valley in twos and threes.

The warriors in the cave breathed a sigh of relief, and even Turner felt his tense nerves relax. In the past three days, all the fighters in the squad have been tormented in the shadow of death, and although they are relaxed physically, they are extremely nervous mentally. If there is a ranking of the worst ways of death, then being eaten by a rotting wolf is probably second only to being eaten by a living corpse.

Towards dusk, a figure appeared on the opposite hillside, his tawny hooded cloak making him almost merge with his surroundings. And the rifle behind him, which was almost the same length as his height, seemed to be a murder weapon that sniped two wolves in a row. A few rotten wolves that were still patrolling the valley immediately roared and rushed forward, and with a few huge gunshots, several rotten wolves fell to the ground without any suspense, wailing and convulsing, and never had the ability to get up again.

He didn't use the rifle behind his back, and in his left hand was an extraordinarily powerful pistol, apparently also modified. The automatic rifle requires two bursts to overturn the rotten wolf, and it only needs one shot, which is no longer explained by the power of the gun itself, and only if several shots in a row hit the vital point of the rotten wolf, such a result will appear.

The sound of this pistol was as powerful as its power, hardly any smaller than the sniper rifle behind it, rough, thick, simple, direct, like a strong man with a stubble on his face.

After killing six rotting wolves in succession, the man's fingers flicked, the pistol drum was opened, six red-hot shells fell, and six more bullets were filled into the drum through his dexterous fingers, and then with a click, the drum returned to its place, almost without aiming, and the muzzle of the gun was slightly raised and a long tongue of fire erupted. In the midst of the sound of gunfire that resounded through the valley, the seventh, and the last rotting wolf that pounced on the man, shook his whole body, flipped in the air, flew over the man's head, and fell heavily to the ground. It whimpered, and blood poured out of itself endlessly, but it was impossible to see where the wound was, and it was not clear how this shot could bring down the rotting wolf, which was known for its ferocity and tenacity.

There were still more than a dozen rotting wolves roaming the valley, but with the crisp and dense sound of automatic rifles, none of the rotten wolves left behind could escape from the rain of hot metal bullets.

Turner's M3A let out a brisk roar, knocking the last rotting wolf that tried to escape halfway up the mountain. Then he pointed his gun at the ground, walked through the valley, and walked towards the mysterious man standing on the opposite hillside. Turner's hand rests on the handle of the rifle, and with a slight movement of his wrist, the M3A's muzzle can bounce like a frightened rabbit. The soldiers behind him seemed to spread out casually, so that everyone's firepower could be immediately covered by the mysterious man if needed.

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 wary of strangers. The man had put the pistol back into his waist, but the pistol was so impressive that almost everyone remembered that there were still five rounds in the gun. With that man's agility to change bullets in under a second, if he had malicious intent, he could fire at least three shots before Turner's team could shoot him. And judging from the man's previous marksmanship, three shots mean three lives.

Turner stopped ten meters in front of him, taking a closer look at the strangely dressed man. In the bright sunset, under the heavy yellow-brown cloak, it could be seen that most of his face was hidden under dense bandages, a black blindfold covered his right eye, and his pale golden gray hair covered most of his forehead. Although the only place that can be seen clearly in this person is the left eye, the slender, strong, slightly curved eyebrows, the blue pupils with gray lines, and the lines that outline the eye contours form an almost perfect picture.

Turner suddenly felt a little dry in his throat, although the figure was supposed to be a man, and he was not even sure if the body hidden under the bandage was human. But in this era of survival, desire has long since 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 **, all the boundaries are rapidly blurring.

Years of struggling on the line of life and death calmed Turner, and to his delight, there was no hostility in the opponent's blue eyes.

After a moment's hesitation, Turner let go of his hand from the M3A and reached out to the stranger: "I'm Turner." ”

It was a rare gesture of friendliness among the first-time crowd. 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 Turner's hand: "I am...... Sue. ”

Sue's hands were also wrapped in bandages, and no skin was exposed. However, through the bandage, Turner felt that the hand was more slender and soft than normal, but in the softness it seemed to hide an explosive power. This contradictory feeling made him feel as if he was not shaking hands with a stranger, but holding the sharp teeth of a stone dragon.

Turner's hand shook slightly, and he quickly withdrew it with some rudeness. Sue didn't seem to mind.

With a wave of his hand and a subtle gesture of safety, the soldiers of the squad breathed a sigh of relief and scattered to check on the undead rotten wolves and pick up the carcasses needed for the mission.

Standing with Sue, Turner took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, carefully pulled out two cigarettes, and handed Sue one: "You saved all of our lives!" Got one? ”

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

After the cigarette was lit, between the gaps in the bandage, Su took a deep breath, and it took three or four minutes before exhaling a faint smoke. At first glance, you can tell that he knows how to enjoy tobacco.

Turner watched his warriors skillfully cut the carcass of the rotting wolf, and asked casually, "There seems to be nothing in this area except the rotting wolf." How did you get here? ”

"I've been tracking some rotting wolves that are moving strangely to see what has happened to them, and then I found you trapped in this valley. It was only with a bit of luck that he killed the wolf. Sue's voice flowed like water.

Mutated species, both alive and dead, can be sold for a good price in many large bases or settlements. Their genes are the source of new genetically enhancing elixirs. Hence the profession of hunters, hunters, who specialize in hunting down mutant species and then selling them for money.

"You're a hunter?" Turner asked.

"First-class hunters and junior mercenaries." Sue replied.

"Which company issued the license?" Turner asked.

Hunters or mercenaries are a profession that anyone can take, and they are classified and licensed based on past achievements. Licenses can be issued by various organizations, scattered bases, large companies or even conglomerates. Obtaining a license from an organization means that you can be recognized on the territory of that organization and its allies and friendly organizations, and enjoy the corresponding benefits. Of course, any organization may not recognize licenses issued by other organizations. Therefore, obtaining a Level 1 Hunter license for a large company is often much more useful than a Level 4 license for a small organization.

"Payne & Co."

Turner was taken aback, and there was already some respect in his voice: "That's a big guy!" "But given Sue's abilities in sniping, shooting, hiding, and movement, there's nothing wrong with getting such a license.

Thinking of the wolf shot by Sue, the corners of Turner's eyes couldn't help twitching a few times, he took a hard puff of cigarette, and said a little gloomily: "I really can't imagine that even rotten wolves are about to have human wisdom, this hellish world!" ”

Su watched the warriors wrap up several rotting wolf corpses, put them on their backs, sighed, and said, "There will be more and more such wolves in the future." ”

Turner cursed viciously, and then shouted, "Boys, hurry up!" We're going home overnight! ”

After giving the order, Turner said to Su again: "It's been a long time since you looked, let's go to the base to rest!" ”

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

At dusk, Turner's team set off in twilight. From here to the base, it is necessary to walk for two days in a row, and although the night is also dangerous, this area is even more dangerous. And at the end of their ranks, there was a Sue who moved like a ghost.

Burg fell behind the group, intentionally or not, walking side by side with Sue. Through the faint green light of the night, he peeked at the huge modified rifle behind Sue's back from time to time. However, what puzzled him was that the rifle had only a very rudimentary optical scope, and even a layman, just looking at the size of the scope, could tell that this thing was far inferior to the SVD sniper rifle in Berg's hand.

Berg was obviously a shy man, and his face flushed before he whispered, "Sir, no, sir, may I ask, what level of sniper mastery are you?" ”

Sue was silent.

Berg became even more nervous and stammered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be offended. …… You know, I'm only twenty years old, I'm only a first-order sniper, and I've never seen anyone like you. ”

Psionic Domain...... Simple Weapon Mastery...... Sniper Mastery......

Su Xin's heart flashed over these contents in an instant, and hundreds of data kept changing, and after three seconds, he finally came up with a result.

"Third Order." Sue replied with a smile.

Berg was even more excited, and Su was already a third-order sniper as he thought. Because each tier of the level is doubled, the number of evolution points consumed is doubled, and the third tier means that at least 7 evolution points have been consumed. For Berg, whose lifelong wish was only to become a second-order sniper, Sue was enough to become his idol.

The shy Berg didn't even dare to speak to Sue, who seemed to be silent most of the time, so the back of the group fell silent again, and ten people marched quietly and quickly through the night.

The rudimentary, rough, and backward modified rifle behind Sue has become, in Berg's eyes, a rough and concise work of art that represents the aesthetics of violence.

Unbeknownst to him, Su didn't consume even a single evolution point in his sniper specialization.