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Chapter 5o

Bakken's talent

For a whole afternoon, Cesar and Sark were immersed in zombie hunting.

"What a bumper harvest, I actually scraped together thirty red cards! Now the run-in is almost the same, and tomorrow's harvest will definitely be more. Cesar happily put away the card in his hand.

"You've consumed a lot of bullets, aren't you? How much is left?" asked Zack.

"Don't worry, my adoptive mother has prepared a secret weapon for me, don't worry. Let's go, get something to eat, I'm dying of hunger!" Cesar patted his backpack and said in relief.

"You're not going to carry a pack of bullets, are you?!"

"Hmph, secret!"

In the evening, the two joined forces and finally caught a fat rabbit, and then found an open place and started a fire. Just as the two of them were skinning and digging out their stomachs, a terrible scream came from afar.

"Anyone?" said Sark, shaking his ears and looking at Cesar.

"It's too far for a fly to fly over, and I guess he's a freshman. Cesar replied without any nervousness.

"Nonsense, there are only freshmen here. The candidates in the special zone are all bloodlines of awakening talents, and at least one of their parents is a powerful person, even if his ability is not as good as you and me, it is not much worse. screaming so badly proves that he is being chased by the undead of Yuan's own self. Sack analyzed.

"Black card, you say?" Cesar looked up at Zac.

"I was so tired last night that I didn't dare test those guys. Today is different, are you interested in going and taking a look together. Sack asked.

"Of course!" took out a special box of bullets from his backpack and solemnly refilled them, "If there is a conflict in a moment, I will shoot first, and if you can't get that guy, you will leave time to delay and give me time to escape." ”

"You can say that too?!"

"You have practiced martial arts, I am an ordinary person, this is the most reasonable match!" said Cesar indifferently.

"What kind of bullet is this? The workmanship looks exquisite. ”

"A weakened version of the exorcism bullet, with yew powder added to it, specifically to restrain the undead!" Cesar shook his pistol triumphantly.

"Your family spoils you. ”

"Gone!"

Following the screams, the scout flies finally appeared as a moving black dot. If you look closely, there are no high-level undead in existence, but a large group of ordinary zombies. The guy who was being chased seemed to have failed to lead the blame and was brutally besieged.

"A trip for nothing, there is no black card, it is a group of ordinary zombies. I've looked around, and no one else is there, that guy is so bold, he led more than 20 zombies alone, and he ran so slowly. Cesar, with his eyes closed, kept reporting what the flies were observing, "Close! Close, I see the guy's face...... I know him, his name is Bakken, and I didn't expect him to be so bold in just one night. ”

On the other side, the little fat man, who was chased by many zombies, was running profusely and looking back from time to time, and then his face was even paler.

"Don't come here, don't chase it anymore! Please, can't I give you money? I want to give you as much as I want!" he kept chattering as he ran.

Unlike the ordinary zombies hunted by Cesar, the breed that chased Bakken looked more powerful, and after running such a long distance, the degree did not weaken by half a point. The zombies that Cesar encountered were all extremely slow ones, and they could be thrown off after running a distance of hundreds of meters, but the zombies behind Bakken were like taking drugs, and they were not tired of chasing after them.

"Don't come here, let me die!"

In desperation, the little fat man turned around again, raised his index finger and squirted out a stream of ink. The black ink turned into a mist in the air, successfully stopping the group of zombies, and the little fat man took the opportunity to escape further. After that, a scene that was unexpected by the fat man was born. After sucking in the black mist, those tired zombies once again exuded their vitality, and then chased after them with a hundred times more energy.

Thinking back to the scene of yesterday's meeting, Cesar finally determined one thing, that fat man was a tease! He knew that his ink had a blessing effect on the dead creatures, and he desperately released the ink mist to stop the group of zombies, what else could this be death? If he hadn't done this stupid thing, I'm afraid he would have gotten rid of that group of zombies a long time ago......

"How's it going?" asked Aarco, seeing Cesar open his eyes.

"Let's go together. There are more than twenty of them, minus six bullets I can still deal with three, the rest is yours, and remember to protect me, and I will remind you of the dangers to watch out for. In the end, the proceeds are divided equally. Cesar said.

"I always felt like I was at a loss. ”

"It's an illusion! Without my help, you can't deal with more than twenty zombies alone. Don't be verbose, keep up. ”

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"Help, help!" shouted Bakken, the fat man who was chased by zombies again, tiredly.

From the first time he met this group of zombies to now, he has sprayed ink a total of six times, and the death power stored in his body has been consumed, and now he doesn't even have the strength to lift his legs. I really regret that he left in such a hurry in the morning, and in order to follow Cesar, he didn't even take the special button to save his life, otherwise he would have abstained a long time ago. Do you want to die here?

"Fatty, this way!" Just as Bakken gave up hope and was about to be devoured by zombies, a familiar voice came from a distance.

Cesar?

"Run to the left!"

While the fat man was still stunned, the voice came again. Immediately afterwards, a black shadow rushed straight into the zombie group, and after knocking a few of them away, he roared and waved the big sword in his hand, splitting the zombie in front of him in two. Then he spun abruptly, whipping up a storm of flesh and blood, blocking the zombie army behind him.

'Bang!' The two closest fat zombies suddenly fell to their knees, and Cesar, who followed them, kicked the fat man away, and then shouted, "Get out of the way, don't get in the way of my work!"

Rushing to his feet again, Cesar tightened his body and slammed his back into a zombie. knocked over the sluggish old man, and he also got his wish and lay on the ground, dodging most of the zombies.

'Bang ......Bang' quickly ran out of bullets, and there were a few more zombies on the ground that couldn't walk upright.

Drawing his iron rod, Cesar reminded Zac as he picked out the lone zombies to attack. After half a day of training, he basically figured out the weaknesses of these zombies, they were slow to react, their joints were soft, and as long as they mastered the skills, they were easy to knock them down. After that, whether to bundle or drip wax is a matter of personal interest......

In just five minutes, Zac, with the cooperation of Cesar, successfully took down all the zombies and got twenty-three red cards. The little fat man, who still had tears in the corners of his eyes, knelt on the ground and looked at Cesar who was still whipping the corpse with an iron rod with a look of adoration.

"Two heroes, accept me as a little brother!"

"Fuck off, you idiot, you spray zombies with ink, don't you die fast enough? You know, if you didn't do this, you'd have escaped a long time ago. I've never seen a fool who keeps feeding zombies doping and making them chase after them. After dealing with the zombies, Cesar turned around and kicked the little fat man a few times, venting his dissatisfaction, "If it weren't for your ink, these zombies would be better to deal with!"

"Oh, Cesar, don't kick it! I was too scared to remember any of this, and I only thought about how to stop them. When you say that, I understand what's going on. Brother Cesar, who is this big brother? Your new companion?" said the fat man, holding his head and begging for mercy.

"Forget it, kicking you is too consuming, you can play by yourself. This is my newly recovered wild thug, Jedi 'Black Sak'!" Cesar casually gave Sark a rather sentimental nickname, and then introduced it in a trainer's tone.

"Hey, Brother Hei!" the little fat man stammered flatteringly.

"Ahem, just call me Sack, Bakken, right?" Sack put away his sword and gave Cesar a blank look.

"What do you command, big brother?"

"These three are for you, so it's your credit for attracting zombies. Handing the fat man three red cards, Sack motioned for Cesar to go back and roast the rabbit.

"Wait, can I join you?" Seeing that the two were leaving, the fat man said hurriedly.

"No, you're too weak, you'll only lag behind. Cesar struck mercilessly.

"No, I've heard that the night is sad, I can't last it alone!" said the fat man.

"Have you seen anyone else??, who did you listen to?" asked Cesar as he stepped forward and grabbed Bakken.

"At noon, I met a beautiful girl with a thin veil on her face, who was very nice, not only gave me water and bread, but also told me many precautions. Bakken explained.

"Why don't you tell me when I beat you?" urged Cesar impatiently.

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