The gunfire was rough and heavy, with the smell of metal gunpowder unique to old-fashioned firearms. Kate'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 a distance of nearly two thousand meters clearly sacrificed others for range.

However, this high-level sniper hiding in the shadows is apparently proficient in both movement and concealment, and even the Zerg puppy, who has a very keen sense of sight and smell, cannot find his whereabouts. Coupled with the opponent's long sniper distance and terrifying hit rate, even if the whereabouts are exposed, it doesn't really matter. It really takes luck to survive under this man's sniper rifle.

The valley was quiet, the stellar light was cast on the earth through the layers of dark clouds, and under the alternation of shadows and light, the Zerg puppies were restless one by one. Although they have evolved stronger and more cunning at a terrifying rate, their aversion to sunlight and fear in their bones have not increased much.

Without the restraint and leadership of the Zerg leader, the Zerg puppy pack has changed from a disciplined army to a beast that only acts 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 Kate felt her 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. As warriors, they are not afraid of sacrifice. However, they are afraid of being eaten by puppies, and it is the most terrible thing for their bodies to be eaten by the Zerg.

Towards dusk, a figure appeared on the opposite hillside, his reddish-brown blanket cloak making him almost at one 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 Zerg leaders in a row.

Several Zerg puppies that were still wandering in the valley immediately roared and rushed up, and with a few huge gunshots, several Zerg puppies fell to the ground without any suspense, wailing and twitching, 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 roll over the puppy, and it only needs one shot. This is no longer explained by the power of the gun itself, because the vitality of the Zerg puppy is also very tenacious, and only if several shots in a row hit the vital point of the Zerg puppy can the Zerg puppy be killed. But that person actually killed the Zerg puppy with one shot, and his power can be seen.

The sound of this pistol was as powerful as its power, barely much smaller than the sniper rifle on its back, rough, thick and precise.

After killing sixteen Zerg puppies one after another, the pistol drum was opened with the flick of the man's fingers, and sixteen red-hot bullet casings fell, and sixteen more bullets were filled into the drum through his dexterous fingers, and then the drum returned to its place with a click. Almost without aiming, the muzzle of the gun was raised slightly and a long tongue of fire erupted.

In the sound of gunfire that resounded through the valley, the seventeenth and last Zerg puppy 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, blood gushing endlessly from its head.

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

With a brisk roar from Kate's high-powered machine gun, he knocked the last puppy trying to escape halfway up the hill before he pointed his gun diagonally at the ground and walked across the valley towards the mysterious man standing on the opposite hillside.

Kate's hand was on the handle of the rifle, and with the slightest movement of his wrist, the muzzle of his gun could 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 being wary of strangers has become the survival instinct of everyone and creature in the three races of people, gods, and insects in this world. The man on the other side had put the pistol back into his waist, but the pistol was so impressive that almost everyone remembered that there were still fifteen rounds of ammunition in the gun.

With that man's agility to complete the action of changing bullets in a second, if he has malicious intentions, he can shoot at least three shots before Kate's team shoots him. And judging from the man's previous marksmanship, three shots mean three lives.

Kate stopped ten meters in front of him and looked at the strangely dressed man. By the bright setting sun, under the heavy reddish-brown cloak, it could be seen that most of his face was hidden under dense bandages, and his two black eyes shone brightly.

Years of struggling between life and death calmed Kate, and to his delight, there was no hostility in the other party's blue eyes. After a moment's hesitation, Kate released her hand from the super machine gun, reached out to the stranger and said, "I'm Kate." ”

In this closed and wary planet, a handshake is a rare gesture of friendship among people who meet for the first time. The stranger was obviously a little surprised, but his eyes were slightly curved, a smile appeared on his face, and he reached out to shake Kate and said, "I'm Zhang Yuan." ”

Zhang Yuan's hands were also wrapped in bandages, and no skin was exposed. However, through the bandage, Kate felt that the hand was more slender and soft than ordinary people, but in the softness it seemed to hide explosive power. This ambivalent feeling made him feel as if he was not shaking hands with a stranger, but holding the fangs of a giant Zerg elephant.

Kate's hand shook slightly, and she quickly withdrew it with some rudeness. However, Zhang Yuan didn't seem to mind.

With a wave of her hand, Kate made a subtle gesture of safety, and the soldiers of the squad breathed a sigh of relief, and scattered to check on the undead Zerg puppies and pick up the puppy corpses needed for the mission.

Kate stood with Zhang Yuan, took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes, carefully took out two cigarettes, and handed one to Zhang Yuan: "You saved all of our lives!" Got one? Zhang Yuan smiled, shook his head and said, "I won't, you are free." ”

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

Kate watched as her warriors skillfully cut the corpses of the Zerg puppies and extracted the valuable parts of the Zerg puppies. The table Xiàn asked Zhang Yuan with a somewhat casual look: "There seems to be nothing in this area except for the Zerg puppy." How did you get here? ”

"I've been following some of the puppies who are acting abnormally to see what has happened to them and then found out that you guys are stuck in this valley. It's just that I'm lucky enough to kill the Zerg leader. Zhang Yuan'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. As a result, there is a profession that specializes in hunting down mutant Zerg species and then selling them for money, and many people call those people insect hunters.

"You're a bug hunter?" Kate asked. "Insect hunters of the first rank and junior mercenaries." Zhang Yuan replied. "Which army issued the license?" Kate asked.

Witchers or mercenaries are a profession that anyone can take, and they are graded and licensed based on past records. Licenses can be issued by various small military organizations, scattered bases, large army groups, or even joint military bases.

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 Demon Hunter license for a large army is often much more useful than a Level 4 license for a small organization.