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The Earth, where used to have four seasons, in this era, still had four seasons, but their meaning was a little different.

The spring meant to awaken. From large animals like Fury Bears, Stone Dragons; to small ones like Bloodsucking Fly and Fluorescent Flea; every kind would wake up from hibernation. After being starved in a whole winter; they would, naturally, become very ferocious. The little ones like Bloodsucking flies wasn't no less dangerous than the big ones, such as Fury Bears. In this era, there were unnumbered kinds of deadly plague, which could bring the death quickly to human. Moreover, almost every kind of bacteria or viruses, which caused these plague, usually chose Bloodsucking flies and their vector. Every year, the number of plagues always increased sharply. Until now, doctor profession, not only had become the most significant job, but also the most powerless one.

Nevertheless, spring was still the best season.

Summer meant scorching hot. The intense ultraviolet rays from sunlight were deadly for almost living organisms; even human and mutated animals. Fall was no longer being the season of harvest. Crops and fruits of the old era were because they can't adapt to the new environment; so food were the biggest worries of every living creature. Some plants, which could grow in the harshest environment; were more dangerous than Stone Dragons. As for winter, the only concern was how to not starve before the arrival of spring.

The thin gray clouds in the sky were constantly changing; and a very beautiful blue sky was exposed. The sunlight, which was similar to fire, poured down the dry and chapped ground.

At the moment the sunlight came down, Turner lowered the goggles on the helmet.

This individual goggles from the old era could filter the light and UV rays to protect the eyes. Although the intensity of the nowadays UV ray was higher than the past multiple times, the survivals of this era also adapted with to the new environment. The weak ones had become the dry bones in the wilderness. The UV rays through the goggles were strong enough to make old era's people blind; but Turner only felt slightly dazzle. Eight men followed him were also strong enough; this kind of sunlight only made them feel uncomfortable, but it wouldn't affect their action.

Turner's right hand was holding a revamped M3A automatic rifle. He looked the area around them, then gave a hand gesture. The troop continued to follow him forward. Every solders were wearing camouflage clothes and equipped with an automatic rifle. They also had a grenade launcher. Although their clothes were a bit old and their equipment was varied; from the M3A of old era's elites to the common AK; but these stuff still proved that they were a real army troop and were not a randomly created armed troop like mob or bandit group. This troop had ranks, tactics, logistics, training, and the most important thing was the organization behind them. In order to support a well-trained army like this troop, this organization must be a big one.

Turner, forty-three years old, had been serving in the military more than twenty years, was a capable and reliable team leader. At this time he and his team were walking on an austere ridge. This place provided them a very good point of view; from there, Turner's vision could be increased to 10 kilometers. About the woods, which could protect them from the sunlight, Turner didn't care about it. Woods usually meant unpredictable dangers.

The howl of Rotten Wolves echoed from the mountain; and Turner immediately turned to this sound. His pupils dilated and contracted rapidly; according to that his eyeballs also altered slightly. Without scope, his eyes locked on a few dark spots far from a few kilometers. Until now, Turner raised his scope. Inside the lens, there were some gray and black hair Rotten Wolves wandering anxiously on red and brown rocks. Sometimes they howled a strong and long sound.

Turner's vision was 1.5 times better than normal human; and its pricey cost was a 1 Evolution Point. To be simple, it was a result after one time of genetic enhancement. Normal human usually had one or two times of genetic enhancement in the whole life. The most common choice at the first enhancement was improving muscle strength or their physical defense. However, Turner used his first Evolution Point on his vision. For the battle in the wilderness, the earlier you detected the enemies, the higher survival chance would be.

"Damn it. The size of their heads increased again!" Turner cursed and led his men to the valley.

He didn't know what made them go out in a strong sunny day like today. Rotten Wolf was always a nocturnal animal. However, Turner didn't need to know these things. Based on his experience, there was a high probability that there was a wolf den in the valley; and that was enough. Summer was also the breeding season of Rotten Wolves, and probably, there were some weaned pup inside the den. Turner's task was to find out the mutated processes and situations of Rotten Wolves and other similar animals in this area. His task, frankly meant searching for new appeared mutated animals, and provided some Rotten Wolves bodies every three months for organization's researches.

In general, this task required Turner and his troop to walk in the wilderness for half of a month or longer, but it wasn't difficult. Turner knew everything in this desolate area of one hundred square kilometers like his own hands. What kind of place was suitable for what kind of animals; he could tell all of them while he was closing his eyes. He also knew that with the firepower of his nine men troops, they could deal easily with about one hundred Rotten Wolves.

However, the real trouble was everything changed so quickly in this era. Turner was seeing that the size of Rotten Wolves' heads was increasing gradually. A fully matured Rotten Wolves, which could be killed by one shot in the past, now usually need two three-shot bursts to kill. They’re getting faster and stronger. According to the head of research faculty, in the past 12 months, the average weight of an adult Rotten Wolf was increased by 12%, muscle strength increased by 23%, agility increased by 18%, while the physical attack resistance was increased by 35%, and the resistance to radiation was increased by 50%.

Of course Turner couldn't remember all of the statistics; and he also didn't want to remember. His thought was more simple and conspicuous: "Rotten Wolves became bigger and more dangerous." His troop, who could easily deal with 150 rotten wolves; now could only deal with a group of 100 and lower. It looked like everything was still in the control, but whenever Turner went out for a task, his uneasy feeling always raised by a bit. Let's imagine a Rotten Wolf, which was as big as a tiger and as smart as a human. It wasn't the first time Turner had that nightmare.

For Turner and his elite troop, who were very experienced in mountain area, a few kilometers just took them half of an hour. The matured male Rotten Wolves on the mountain crouched their bodies when they saw his team come; they revealed their drooling teeth, and issued some low roar from their throat.

It wasn't the common activities of protecting the territory of Rotten Wolves, which meant there was a wolf den, which had some unweaned baby wolves, who couldn't travel with mature ones behind them.

The Rotten Wolves' territory was usually very large; probably this group was the only one in this full of caves valley. Turner also didn't want to waste his time on searching every caves. He gave a hand gesture; a veteran behind him raised his automatic rifle. His first burst hit a Rotten Wolf fly in the air, then his second burst followed. 3 bullets pierced into its body, made it rolled some rounds before grounded.

The rest of the Rotten Wolves whimpered for their dead companion, then ran back to the depth of the valley with their tails between their legs.

Turner lowered his M3A, said: "Lucas, up to you."

"Roger." A young man, who was just in his early twenties removed his mask, revealed a nose which was bigger as twice as normal. He sniffed all the way to the depth of the valley. Although the whole valley was full of the pungent smell of Rotten Wolves, Lucas' nose wasn't worse than wolves'. With Lucas, every Rotten Wolves had a different smells, and moreover; the wolf pack was just retreated, so he was simply unable to make a mistake.

Nine-man troop walked to the depth of the valley neither fast nor slow. Their target was very clear - a cave a few hundred meters away. Now they could see some dried bones at its entrance.

Similar to the past, Turner let two people guard at the cave entrance, while he led the others to search in the cave. He didn't worry about the ambush, because in a narrow and deep cave, an M3A with high rate of fire and power was almost irresistible. Moreover, there were five veterans in the eight men. They had experienced at least ten tasks in the past and they also were strengthened their genes at least one time. It was enough to deal with any situation. Some member was already assembling a simple cage, a living immature Rotten Wolf was worth as ten dead ones.

The cave wasn't very deep, just about thirty meters. However, at this place, despite a big pile of dried bones, there was only a heap of hay, and there wasn't any shadow of immature wolves.

Turner's face became livid. He stared to the haystack without any motion in his eyes. Suddenly he dug out the hay by his muzzle. Under the hay, there was only rocks, which was covered by wolves' shit and pee. There weren't any callow wolves in here.

"Lucas, you…"

Turner brutally interrupted a person, who just said half of a sentence. "Shut the fuck up for me! Lucas will not make a mistake!"

Turner sat down and pulled his bayonet. He used it to pick a quite freshly wolf dung and observed it very carefully. Then he instantly stood up, pulled out the M3A's bolt, and yelled: "Motherfucker, It was a trap! Let's retreat!"

His word was followed up by a veteran: "Hey, captain, tells us who set this trap? Don't tell me that the Rotten Wolves did it! Ha-ha…"

He laughed, but stopped bitterly when he realized that no one around agreed with him. He just shrugged helplessly. He also smelt the scent of danger, however, at this situation, a little joke could be a good solution to ease the tension.

Turner increased his pace, said: "Mostly Rotten Wolves! God, please tell me that I was wrong!"

Just after a few big strides, they passed the last bend and came to the entrance. However, two guards at the entrance were bending over and trembling. They retreated to inside step by step! Turner, didn't say anything, immediately went to the entrance, pulled them back and looked to the outside.

Turner's eyes suddenly widened. In his dark brown pupils, Rotten Wolves were everywhere!

"Oh my god! At least there were 300 of them!" Turner’s heart suddenly tightened, he almost couldn't breathe!

A stench smell came to Turner's nose. The fighting instinct developed after many years made him immediately jumped backward, then fired rapidly to an open space on the entrance.

A shadow flashed across the sky like lightning; its mouth with full of sharp teeth bit precisely at the previous position of Turner's neck. Then, five hot rounds completely ripped off its belly!

This is a strong male wolf with a weight of thirty kilograms. The bullet impact made it fly a few meters away; flipped a few rounds before grounded. After that, it still could struggling stand up when its whole organs were already falling off. It was shaking while issuing some deterrent low howl, until another wolf came at bit its neck.

Thump! Turner heavily fell over, and knocked down two other soldiers. When he was handed up, he realized that cold sweat wet all his clothes!

A veteran looked outside the cave; his face immediately became pale; said: "Captain, it looked like we were trapped."

Another tried the walkie-talkie in his hand, then shook his head and said: "Completely no signal from the base."

"Our supply and water is enough for ten days."

"We only have a basic amount of ammo, which isn't enough for killing all of them."

Some veterans automatically reported the material situation. The more Turner heard, the worse his face was. He carefully stood at one meter away from the entrance, then looked outside. The more he saw, the heavier the chill inside is heart was.

The strong Rotten Wolves were wandering around; their saliva dripped on hot rocks in the valley and evaporated into white smoke. Although they were hungry; all of them stop at 500 meters from the cave entrance. Perhaps they knew that was the effective range of automatic rifle; over 500 meters; the power and accuracy would decrease sharply. 300 Rotten Wolves wandering in the valley completely destroy every hope of Turner's troop about breaking through. Without the cover of the cave, the fast and agile Rotten Wolves would quickly group up and surround them; at this time, whole troop would be torn into pieces after one charge.

Turner returned to the cave, sat down against the wall, and said: "It seems these Rotten Wolves want to keep us here until we starved. Two men guard the entrance, switch every two hours. Lucas, Berg, you are the first shift. Other people, rest! I hope that our luck is good enough so the reinforcement of the base can find us!"

Other soldiers sat down against the wall, closed their eyes and took a nap. They had to save their energy, only god knew that how long they would be here.

However, no one could sleep. All of them had a same question - why these Rotten Wolves became so intelligent? They knew how to set a trap, how to avoid the effective range of automatic rifles. Moreover, although they were hungry, but there wasn't any wolves dared to cross that invisible line. This action; to be simple; it looked like….

Army!

"Captain! Look at this!" Lucas suddenly yelled. He tried to lower his voice as much as he can, like he feared to disturbing something.

Turner carefully moved to the entrance. He looked to the outside, followed the direction of Lucas fingers. Finally, he saw the leader of this wolf pack.

It was an uncommon wolf. Its huge body and smooth black fur were rare from Rotten Wolves. However, the most terrifying factor was it was standing!

That wolf leader, sometimes it also stood on all four legs, however, most of the time it stood straight, and used its front paws and howls with varied lengths to control the pack.

A highly experienced veteran heard it carefully, then exclaimed with fear: "There are at least thirty different sounds. If these sounds could be combined, then it would be a language. Is it really Rotten Wolf?"

Turner already sat down against the wall, closed his eyes and said: "It obviously Rotten Wolf! There is nothing strange when a Rotten Wolf starts talking! From the beginning of this year, everything could happen…. Must find a way to kill it!"

Berg was the sniper of the troop. He carefully raised his SVD, and used the crosshair to aim the wolf leader slowly. The distance from the wolf leader to the cave was about 1000 meters, and its alertness and agile was obviously higher than a normal wolf. At this distance, only experts in Psionic Domain who was strengthened to level 2 Sniper Specialization and used the newest sniper rifle from a big company of this era could hit on the first try. Berg wasn't level 2 Sniper Specialization sniper; his sniper rifle was also an old age antique. Could hit or not, everything depended on luck.

"…Must find a way to kill it!" Berg repeated that sentence many times in his head; the crosshair patiently moved along with the wolf.

Finally!

The wolf leader stood up, moved its nose up to the air to smell something. Of course Berg wouldn't waste that precious chance, he pulled the trigger decisively!

Bang! A huge recoil heavily hit Berg's shoulder, immediately pushed him back 10 centimeters. However, from the scope, Berg clearly saw that, at the moment he pulled the trigger, the wolf leader suddenly hid itself in the pack with an incredible agility! One second after, a huge bloody flower suddenly bloomed on a Rotten Wolf's body, almost cut off its powerful and flexible waist. But, Berg’s heart sank to the bottom. Such precious chance like this only came once, if you missed it, it wouldn't come back.

Berg buried his head into his arms.

A rough, powerful and warm hand patted Berg’s shoulder, then Turner’s unique steady voice came in Berg’s ears: "Over the past 20 years, I made many mistakes in many important situations, some of them were even worse than this. Don't think too much, young man. If you couldn't do it, no one among us could. There are many situations that we only need to do everything we could, and hand the success to the luck."

Three days had passed.

The wolf leader was still maintaining order and commanding the wolves' actions. Other wolves, which didn't obey it was killed. When necessary, it still walked with standing form, but it never stopped at one place too long. It mostly hid itself among the pack. Apart from the wolf appearance, from every aspect, it looked like a calm, cruel and cunning human commander.

"…Must find a way to kill it."

On the mountain ridge, a jade color eye with grey patterns was staring at the wolf leader. No one knew when he was on that ridge, which could overlook the whole valley. A thick brown blanket covered his body, made him completely blend in the surrounding rocks. After observing for a really long time, finally, a muzzle wrapped in brown rags came out slowly from under the blanket. On top of the muzzle, the old-fashioned front sight slowly aimed towards the head of the wolf leader.

Half of the gun was uncovered. This was an enhanced and improved old-fashioned sniper rifle with some manual modifications. The body of the gun was solidified simply so it can shoot more powerful bullet; the barrel was improved by a steel pipe to increase the effective range. However, on this gun there wasn't any either new era modern gun scope or old era rear sight; there was only the most original front sight. The straight-line distance from the barrel to the wolf was more than 1500 meters. Even if the effective range of this old - fashioned rifle was long enough, in order to hit the wolf leader, the shooter need not normal but extraordinary luck.

"It depends on luck again…" The rifle muzzle wiggled slightly as the wolf moved; this kind of movement was almost accurate to micrometers.

Bang! Huge and violent gunfire resounded whole the valley!

The wolf leader's thick chest was almost blasted off. It lowered its head to look at its terrible wound before it collapsed.

After the wolf leader dies, the whole pack became chaos. Most Rotten Wolves were irritated; they ran back and forth through the valley to find the one who dared to provoke the whole pack. However, in the wind blowing through the valley, unless the spreading smell of gunpowder, there wasn't any abnormal smell. A few most sensitive Rotten Wolves rushed to the mountain ridge, but that person wasn't there anymore. Dozens of furious wolves rushed to their long-standing target - the cave where Turner and his troop was hiding.

This kind of charge was as same as suicide. More than 40 strongest Rotten Wolves rushed to the cave, but the best distance these wolves could get was ten meters away from the cave entrance. They were all shot down by the rain of bullets. The only result that they could bring is to reduce the ammo of Turner's troop by one third.

After half an hour, when the Rotten Wolves pack became more chaos and anxious, another strong male wolf began to roar and howl frequently; it tried to become the new leader of this pack. Seeing that scene, Turner's troop became nervous again. This male wolf was only stronger and brawnier than other male wolf; it didn't have the wisdom beyond similar wolves of the previous one. Despite that fact, only god knew what would happen when the pack would have a new leader.

Bang! Another stirring sound of gunshot issued; the new wolf leader roared then fell.

This time, Berg finally saw a green smoke from the opposite mountain ridge. He immediately pulled out his telescope and looked to this direction, however, he could only see the rock; there was no one at that place.

"How long is the shooting range?" Turner, who already laid down on Berg's side, asked

Berg estimated the distance, then said: "… 1400 meters." In his response, there was jealous and respect. That person could shoot accurately from this distance, and not only one, but two shots, which means that person was at least a two ranks higher sniper than him. It also meant that sniper was strengthened his genes at least three times.

The gunshot was rough, heavy, and also had the unique scent of metal gun powder of an old - fashioned gun. In the Turner's troop, whether veterans or rookies, this gunshot also had a different meaning. An old-fashioned gun could hit the target from 1500 meters, it must be sacrificed other factors to improve its shooting range. However, that high level sniper, who was hiding in the darkness, was absolutely proficient in both movement and hiding. Even the Rotten Wolves couldn't find his track. Moreover, coupled with the ultra-long shooting range and extraordinary hit rates, exposing wasn't a problem. Only luck could help you survive under his sniper rifle.

The valley returned to the silence. After twelve o'clock, the sun became more blazing; it made the wolf pack became more restless. Even though they became more robust and cunning at a terrifying evolution speed; their resistance and aversion toward the sun wasn't improved so much.

Without the leadership and order from the wolf leader, the pack transformed from a disciplined army to a pack of beasts which could only act by instinct. One hour before the dusk, the wolves lost their tolerance and started to leave the valley.

The soldiers in the cave breathed a sigh of relief, and even Turner felt his taut nerves loosened. In the past three days, all the soldiers in the troop were suffering in the shadow of death. Even their bodies were rested, but their mental were extremely tense. If the ways to die could be sort of their badness, then be eaten by Rotten Wolves was only second to be eaten by zombies.

When the dusk was coming, a body appeared on the opposite mountain ridge; a thick brown hood and cloak made him completely blend in the surrounding rocks. On his back, the sniper rifle as high as his height was probably the lethal weapon which was used to kill two wolf leaders consecutively. A few Rotten Wolves still wandering in the valley, immediately roared and charged to him. After a few huge gunshots, these wolves fell to the ground without any suspense; they weren't able to whine, or twitch, or stand up again.

He didn't use the sniper rifle on his back; in his left hand there was an unusually powerful revolver. It was obviously modified gun. While automatic rifle needed two bursts to kill one Rotten Wolf, this gun only needed one shot. The previous result couldn't be achieved with only the power of the gun, it also required that every shots was accurately hit the fatal spots of Rotten Wolves.

Similar to its power, this revolver's sound was also shocking; and it wasn't smaller than the sound of the sniper rifle on his back. The sound was rough, thick, simple and direct; it looked like a strong man with stubble.

After 6 Rotten Wolves were killed consecutively, the rolling chamber of this revolver was opened between the dancing fingers of this man, and six hot shells fell on the ground. Then through these dexterous fingers, six more bullets were inserted, and after a cracking sound, the rolling chamber returned to its previous location. Without aiming, the barrel moved upward slightly and expelled a long flame. In the gunfire resounding through the valley, the seventh Rotten Wolf, which was also the last one, trembled its body rapidly, turned a somersault in the air, flew over this man's head and fell on the ground. It couldn't whimper any sound. The blood gushed endlessly from under its corpse, but the wound couldn't be seen from this corpse position. It raised the curiosity of people around, how the Rotten Wolf, which was famous about its aggressive and tenacious, could be killed just by one shot.

There were still a dozen of Rotten Wolves in the valley, but with the crisp and intensive gunfire of automatic rifles, they couldn't survive or escape under the hot rain of bullets.

Turner's M3A issued a breezy roar, shot down the last Rotten Wolves, which was escaping, in the middle of the mountain ridge. After that, he lowered his gun, pointed the muzzle on the ground and walked through the valley to the mysterious man on the opposite side. Turner's hand was slightly holding the fore grip of the rifle. With this kind of handling, the M3A's muzzle could be bounced up like a frightened rabbit. Behind him, the soldiers seemed to be scattered inadvertently, but in the emergency, everyone’s firepower could immediately cover that mysterious man.

It could be said that the entire team’s lives was saved by that person, however, to be on guard at the stranger was an instinct of everyone. Although that mysterious man put this revolver back to his waist, but its power still imprinted a huge impression for the whole Turner's troop. Everyone still remembered that there were five rounds left in that revolver. According to the agile action of that man, who can reload within one second; if he had bad intention, he can shoot at least three times before anyone in Turner's troop can react. And from his marksmanship skill, three shots meant three lives.

Turner stopped before the mysterious man 10 meters, carefully observed him. Through the bright sunset, Turner could see a face below the thick brown hood. Half of this face was wrapped in tight bandage, a black eye patch covered the right eye, and the pale golden, partial gray hair covered half his forehead. Although from this body, Turner could only see his left eye, but the slender, vigorous, and slightly curved eyebrows, the jade color with grey patterns eye, as well as the contour outline of his eye; everything mixed into a nearly perfect picture.

From the shape of that body, Turner could figure that mysterious sniper should be a male. But he couldn't determine that the body under the blanket was human or not. Despite that fact, he still felt his throat became a little dry. In this era of survival, the desire had lost its shackles; sex and violence had become the most common instinct of most people. Male and female, adult and children, human and non-human; in the eyes of people who desired stimulate and orgasms, every border blurred quickly.

Years of experience of struggling between the line of life and death made Turner calm down quickly. The thing made him delight was he didn't see any hostility in that jade eye.

Turner hesitated for a little, then released his hand from the M3A, stretched toward the stranger: "I am Turner."

For two people who met each other at the first time, it was a rare friendly expression. The stranger was obviously surprised, but his eyes were slightly curved then a smile showed on his face. He shook hand with Turner: "I am… Su."

This hand of Su was also wrapped in bandage, and there wasn't any piece skin was exposed. Through the bandage, Turner could feel that this hand was more slender than the normal men's hand. It was also extra soft, but hiding among the softness was the explosive power. This fallacy feeling made Turner felt that he wasn't shaking with a human, but was holding a Stone Dragon's sharp tooth.

Turner shook hand lightly, and he pulled his hand back quite quickly and rudely, but Su didn't pay any attention.

Turner waved his hand and vaguely made a safe gesture. The troop's soldiers were relieved. They scattered around to check the still alive Rotten Wolves, and gather enough wolf's bodies for their task.

Turner, who was standing with Su, took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes. He carefully pulled out two cigarettes, and gave one to Su: "You saved the lives of all of us! Want to take one?"

Su smiled, said: "Why not? This is a good stuff"

After the cigarettes were ignited, Su took a deep breath through a gap in the bandage. After three or four minutes, he breathed out a faint smoke. Look like he really knew how to entertain this one.

Turner watched his men, who was skillfully cutting the Rotten Wolves' corpses, then asked casually: "In this area, except Rotten Wolf, there were probably nothing. Why did you come here?"

"I have been tracking some abnormal action of the Rotten Wolf. I wanted to know what happened to them, then I found that you were trapped in the valley. I killed that wolf leader with only pure luck." Su’s voice was flowing like water.

Mutated animals, whether dead or alive, could be sold a good price at big settlements or bases, because their genes were the sources of human genetic improvement medicines. So in this era, there was a job which was specialized in tracking, hunting and selling mutated animals - Hunters.

"Are you a hunter?" Turner asked.

"Level 1 Hunter and elementary Mercenary." Su said.

"From what company?" Turner asked.

Hunter or Mercenary, at this era, was the job that everyone could do, and they could get a license and ranking based on their past records. Licenses could be issued by organizations, scattered bases, big companies or even huge corporations. When someone got a license from an organization, that means he or she would be recognized on its area, by its allies and friendly organizations, and would get corresponding treatment. Of course, some big organizations could reject the license from smaller ones. So getting a level 1 Hunter license of a big organization was usually better than getting a level 4 license of a small one.

"Payne Company."

Turner was a little surprised, his sound became more respect: "That’s a big one!" But when he thought about Su's ability on sniping, shooting, hiding and moving; getting such a license was understandable.

Thinking about the wolf leader killed by Su, Turner’s eyes couldn't help but twitch a few times. He smoked his cigarette by a long breath, then gloomily said: "I really never think that even wolf could get human's wisdom. That fucking damn world!"

Su looked at the soldiers, who were carrying a few fully wrapped Rotten Wolves corpses on their back, sighed and said: "That kind of wolves will become more common in the future."

Turner viciously cursed some sentences, then yelled: "Lads, move faster! We will walk to home all night!"

After that, he turned to Su, said: "Look like you had travelled a lot, why don't you go to our base to rest and get supplies?"

Having a license also meant having a background, which also meant Su wasn't dangerous stranger anymore. Moreover, in this area, Payne was also a big company.

Turner's troop started to move when the dusk came. From this place to their base, they had to walk two days. Even the night was dangerous, but compared with what happened here, it was nothing. At the end of their formation, there was Su, who was moving like a shadow.

Berg, whether intentionally or not, walked at the end of the troop. Through the faint green fluorescent in the night, he kept peeking at the huge modified sniper rifle at Su's back. However, he was confused. On this sniper rifle, there was only one simple optical scope. Based on the size of the scope, even the amateurs could tell that Berg's SVD sniper rifle was better.

Berg was obviously a shy person. His face became red before he whispered: "Mister, no, Sir, could I ask you a question? What is the level of your Sniper Specialization?"

Su silenced.

Berg became more nervous, stammered: "I'm really sorry, sir, I don't want to insult you. Sir, you know, I'm just twenty years old, just a level 1 sniper. I had never seen a person like you."

Psionic Domain………. Simple Weapon Mastery……. Sniper Specialization.

Inside Su's head, these contents were reviewed, and hundreds pieces of information were analyzed. Three seconds after, Su got a result.

"Level 3." Su smiled and said.

Berg became more excited; Su was really strong as he thought, a level 3 sniper. Because every time leveling up, the amount of Evolution point would increase significantly. A level 3 sniper required at least 7 evolution points. For Berg, whose lifetime desire was becoming level 2 sniper, Su was his idol.

Berg was too shy to dare to talk with Su again, and Su also didn't talk most of the time, so the back of the troop returned to its silent. Ten people quietly and quickly traveled in the darkness.

The old-fashioned, simple, and rough modified sniper rifle behind Su's back, in Berg's eyes, became a rough and concise art represented for violence aesthetics.

He didn't know that Su didn't use even 1 evolution point on Sniper Specialization.

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