Julius was also smart. Growing up in a wilderness gathering place, she was accustomed to seeing the law of the jungle and all kinds of bloody killings, and her first time was at dawn before she was twelve years old, when she was exchanged for half a bottle of inferior water by a balding old man.

She doesn't blame Panis for being unfair to herself, as her abilities are really not very useful for mercenaries who are torn between killing and being killed.

Therefore, she cherishes this opportunity to communicate with Yi, and if she can satisfy the cold-faced woman in front of her, she may still have the possibility of joining them.

But Julius finally collapsed limply on the ground, her face sallow, blood spilling from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes covered with dense bloodshots.

"What do you see? What the hell happened to her? ”

Panis crouched down in front of Julius and asked softly.

Panis's nature is not bad, it can even be said that she is a little kind, and her prejudice against Julius is mostly in the form of anger. Now seeing that the other party is so embarrassed, obviously injured a lot, Panis can't help but feel a little self-blame in her heart.

"She refuses to communicate! I can't get into her consciousness, I can only see ......"

Julius's expression was much more sluggish, and his voice was a little hoarse, as indistinct as the dry bark of a dead tree.

"What do you see?"

"Light! Boundless light! ”

Julius was unconscious, and instead of providing any useful information to Panis, it only made Panis's already agitated mood even heavier.

"Take Julius down, we might have a new member."

Panis waited until she was the only one left in the room before she sat down weakly beside Yi. Without Lo by her side, she found that she seemed to have become a little indecisive.

Captain of the Night, this wasn't what he used to be.

Yi can't drag it out like this, if Luo doesn't come back tomorrow, I'll take Yi to find her!

Panis thought of another woman she hated, Medusa of Yusai City.

Speaking of disgust, the vast majority of wilderness mercenaries are not disgusted by the variety of mutated creatures in the wilderness, but by the almost ubiquitous wilderness mob.

Lo dispelled his consciousness and returned to the primitive nature of the wilderness mob, wanting to find a habitat for the wilderness mob.

He got his wish, but he also miscalculated.

He did so because when he regained consciousness, he was indeed in the middle of a crowded mob of wilderness.

Miscalculated, because he and his low, roaring companions were being locked in a huge cage, or an airtight glass cage made of special materials.

Luo, who had spent time in the Colosseum, was accustomed to seeing the box as a cage, and he felt that the word "box" was too pale, and only "cage" could fully express a certain emotion of the creature being locked up.

Putting it in a box, and putting it in a cage are two different concepts entirely.

Wilderness mercenaries rarely take the initiative to provoke the wilderness mob, unless a mercenary like Lo has taken on a related mission. Because for this kind of wild cockroaches that always appear in groups, carrying viruses and plagues, and their vitality is still extremely tenacious, the effort and the gain are not proportional.

Except for those wilderness hunters who specialize in hunting wilderness mobs.

The big family of the new era follows the excellent tradition of the old era, that is, the spirit of exploring the unknown. There is always some genius in the extended family who is obsessed with scientific exploration, and these so-called geniuses have even devoted their lives to the study of all kinds of mutant organisms.

It is clear that in the eyes of these science madmen, the wilderness mob is also one of the mutant creatures. However, in the past, a small number of research subjects were captured, and such a large number of hunts were extremely rare.

Sean Manel is a wilderness hunter who hunts wilderness mobs for a living, and is a wilderness hunter who has a good relationship with all major families. Sean has a unique perspective on the Revenant. Compared to the mercenaries whose ultimate goal was the pursuit of profit, he believed that the Revenant was purer, nobler, and more favored by the wilderness.

People must always have faith, otherwise it is easy to lose their way forward, especially in this new era of chaos.

Sean was in a good mood, and his old patrons, the Cardivan family, one of the overlords of the wilderness, suddenly placed a large order, and the promised reward made Sean very satisfied.

Therefore, the Revenant Sean had this large-scale hunt for the Wilderness Mob.

"Lord Sean, you should be satisfied with this harvest, right? There are more than 600 wild cockroaches! Ha ha! ”

Nigel is a follower of Sean and a mid-tier Adequacy who has unlocked five pairs of genetic sequences. He turned back to Sean, who was sleeping in the back seat with his eyes slightly closed, and said with a big laugh, and the strength on the soles of his feet couldn't help but increase a little.

Nigel's high-powered Wrangler let out an even deeper roar, raising the dark red sand of the wilderness high to the deafening sound of heavy metal music inside.

This is one of Nigel's favorite songs, the classic song "Do" by Guns N' Roses from the old days

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y", especially in the second half of the expression of fiery emotions and hopes for a better future.

He wasn't worried that Sean would be noisy, and instead of choosing a big family with more oil and water, he chose Sean the Revenant, because in addition to his friendship with Sean, he also had this full freedom.

"Dear Nigel, can you let go of that damn gas pedal? Old man, your car is too far away from the delivery vehicle, so far away that I am a little worried. ”

Sean glanced back at the heavy carrier behind him loaded with prey, and the dark green eyes in the carrier made him feel a little uneasy.

"Damn, this is a lot of gold, only enough gold coins can make me feel safe!"

Sean muttered to himself, but he didn't forget to remind his partner not to go too far away from the carrier.

The wilderness is not a good place for drag racing, especially after capturing so many wilderness mobs.

"Lord Sean, this harvest should allow me to have another sixth-order genetic potion, right? Those damn big families, since the price is set so high, can't they just increase the success rate after taking it a little bit! They must have forgotten that customers are God's purpose! ”

Nigel complained loudly, but the off-road vehicle slowed down.

"Lord Sean, can you give me a glimpse of your loot? You know what I'm referring to! Old man, being stingy isn't your style! ”

Nigel's relationship with his boss was obviously very harmonious, so good that Sean, who was sitting in the back seat, did not hesitate to hand the military thorn that he had been rubbing in his hand to the dependent who had followed him for more than ten years.

Maintaining a good relationship with your adherents can be life-saving when it matters most, especially for Sean, who specializes in bargaining and is not good at wilderness fighting.

The military thorn is unsheathed, the whole body is dark black, and the delicate "BG" letter on the perfect line is particularly eye-catching.

"Everything made by the Begu family is a work of art! Old man, are you going to give it to me? You shouldn't be used to this kind of thing, right? ”

Nigel's hands had long since left the steering wheel, his fingers gently rubbing the cold body of the military thorn.

He wasn't worried about crashes, and there was barely any moving object to be seen in the wilderness, except for Sean's convoy.

"Nigel, my dear fellow, if you are willing to give up your attachment to genetic medicine, I can consider giving it to you!"

"What do you mean ......"

Nigel looked back at Sean, who was as shrewd as an old fox, and reluctantly handed back the thorn in his hand.

Although he had never seen the fox hooked with shrewdness, he had read about it in books from the old days. Foxes are supposed to be extremely intelligent mutant creatures that like to eat grapes.

Oh, damn grapes, poor Nigel hasn't seen it either.

"Although I can't guess why the Cardivan family needs so many wilderness mobs, don't you think, old man, that two wilderness mob chiefs will make our trip to the wilderness more perfect?"

Sean placed the thorn at his side again, a happy look on his face, as if he saw cute gold coins falling into his pocket.

"Two? Isn't there only one chieftain? You mean......"

"Have you ever seen a mob walking with the weapons of the Begu family? It's a chieftain who hasn't grown up yet! Ha ha! ”

Nigel grinned, feeling once again how wise his decision to choose Sean as his master had been.