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 furious rotting wolves are aiming for the targets that have already been stored in zài?? Turner and the others rushed to the cave where they were hiding.

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.

The valley was quiet, 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 the way of death is also ranked, 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, all the lines are rapidly blurring in the eyes of those who crave excitement and *.

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, Turner's eyes couldn't help but ** a few times, he took a hard puff of cigarette, and said a little gloomily: "I really can't imagine that even the rotten wolf is 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 them couldn't help but change, 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.