There are not many things that can make Oster feel happy, most of the time, Oster has a gloomy face, and Oster does not seem to have the slightest look of pleasure at this moment.

He didn't know where Panis, who had only unlocked five pairs of genetic sequences, got the courage to fight with himself in the sixth order, and he was on par with each other. This woman-leopard-like woman took the "chastity" of the wilderness, which might not have been exchanged for a piece of moldy bread, so important, though Oster did not intend to leave her a chance to live after she was done.

"Panis, you can't fight me, just let me be cool once, and I'll let you go! You can also take away your buddies who can only crawl away! ”

It's been a long time since the mob had passed, and Oster's team of rotten wolf mercenaries had been delayed in the col for too long, and if it weren't for the crazy desire to conquer in his heart that still filled his calf, he would have left with his teammates.

He didn't want to give up the fat of the H913 gathering place to others. Moreover, he had more important things to do to rush to Yuxi City, which was hundreds of kilometers away from the H913 gathering place.

Auster gasped heavily, a deep wound in his left side of his ribs that cut through his dark green canvas shirt and stained the hem of it as dark red as the sand of the wilderness.

And his empty trousers were cut off and turned into half shorts.

Compared to Oster's injury, Panis was significantly more injured.

Panis still clutched the small titanium dagger tightly, like a mutant cheetah in the wilderness, crouching less than ten meters opposite Oster, her slightly arched back hidden a huge explosive power.

Perhaps Oster didn't want to spoil the perfect lines of her body, lest his sense of conquest on horseback be diminished. Panis, apart from the limp left arm and the square stab under her abdomen, there were no wounds on the rest of her body. Compared to the slightly embarrassed Oster, she seems to be more of the dominant side.

"Oster, you have broken your mercenary oath, you deserve to die!"

Panis slowly arched again, her slender thighs slowly bent down, and began to accumulate strength, like a tight bow, ready to fight for her life one last time.

If you don't succeed, you'd rather die!

The military thorn in the other party's hand made her have no time to spend it with the other party. The stab wounds on her body were extremely difficult to stop the bleeding, and the knife wound between Oster's ribs no longer spilled blood.

"What a real moral!"

Facing Panis, who was about to make a final effort, Auster threw his thorn to the ground like his dead subordinate Blaize.

The only difference is that Blaise is a third-order mid-level ability, while Oster is a high-level ability that unlocks six pairs of genetic sequences.

For high-level abilities, the most convenient weapon is always their own hands.

Except, of course, those who specialize in thermal weapons.

Panis pounced on like an agile she-leopard, the dagger in her hand slicing through an afterimage and slashing towards Auster's ribs again.

It's not that she doesn't know that the heart and throat are more lethal, but she doesn't seem to be planning to actually kill Oster as she says, and she wants Oster to retreat on her own.

Killing a dependent of a big family, the consequences are unimaginable, unless she can escape from this wasteland, otherwise everyone who is related to her must die.

The majesty of the great family cannot be desecrated, even in this wilderness where there is no order to speak of.

Oster ignored Panis's sharp dagger that slashed into his ribs, and the moment Panis took up, his body suddenly accelerated, and his right hand reached out, grabbed the back of the oncoming Panis's neck, and pressed it sideways to the ground.

He didn't want to wait any longer, and although forcing would be a lot less fun, it was better than not being able to do it.

Panis didn't expect that after Oster finally stopped retaining it, she was so fragile in front of him, as fragile as a chick that had lost the protection of a hen.

Panis's beautiful brown-red curls had been scattered on the gravel floor of the wilderness with the strength of Oster's grip on her neck, her graceful body curled up, her knees struggling feebly on the rough ground, her hips lifted by Oster's other hand, showing her perfect curve in a very seductive pose.

Behind Panis, there was the sound of the belt being untied, and Oster began to tremble with excitement, reaching out and slapping the arc of the tight leather coat.

"Bang!"

As Oster's palm clapped, a small noise reached Panis's ears, and the sound felt a little familiar to her.

Oster turned slowly and looked at a boy in a black blanket who had appeared a meter behind him at some point, and the silver pistol in the boy's hand with the muzzle still smoking.

"You're cheating! You use guns! How dare you kill me......"

Auster's body slowly fell, and there was an obvious blood hole on the back of his head, and milky white ** mixed with blood was constantly gushing out.

The physical strength of the sixth-order ability Oster has obviously not reached the point where he is not afraid of bullets, and although Luo can't use a gun, he can still miss if he almost touches the back of the opponent's head.

Oster clearly hadn't evolved the ability that the major families called "God's Kiss" yet, luckily.

As Auster's body fell to the top of the wilderness, Panis slowly looked up at Oster's pierced head, still in that awkward position, her eyes gradually revealing feelings of happiness, anger, and fear.

Luo glanced suspiciously at the captain of the night who was still with her hips cocked and in a resigned posture, and bent down to grope for a long time on Oster's corpse before turning around and walking towards the original col.

The rotten wolf mercenary team is dead, but the supplies of the rotten wolf mercenary team are still there, and the boy who has been worried about food and drinking water for a long time will never let go of anything valuable in the pockets of those corpses.

After scavenging all of the Rotting Wolf team, including the corpses of the rotten Wolf snipers in the damp cave, Lo sat back down beside Fili.

Filip had bandaged himself briefly with the remaining intact arm, propped William's rugged sniper* under his armpit, slowly stood up, laughed and slipped back into his torn tent, and came out with half a bottle of vodka in his hand.

It's the legacy of the hapless Blaze, who finally cheapened the dark-skinned Filet after the rotting wolf mercenary squad was wiped out.

"Haha! What the fuck! You kid, there's a kind! ”

Filet raised his head and took a long sip, the world-famous high spirit of the old era, which made Fili's whole body feel a little less painful.

"It's for men! Of course, don't think of the head as a woman, or you will live a very unnourishing life! ”

Fili laughed and handed the little liquor he had left to the boy who was sorting through the loot, his rough voice inaudible from the loss of his teeth.

Luo obviously understood what Fili meant, took the bottle and looked at the little liquid left, and glanced at the high slope in the distance, and even raised his head and took a sip like Fili.

The strong liquor, which exuded a strong pungent smell of vodka, actually made a faint flush on Luona's face, which had never had much expression.