Volume 1: The Beginning of the Catastrophe Chapter 029: Traveling through the Jungle

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With a soft "crash" sound, Lang Hua ducked and passed under a short tree, causing the branches and leaves to sway.

This was already his third speed increase, but the strange "squeaks" behind him never seemed to distance themselves from him.

That is the black herd of macaques in the jungle. They were released from the Shashi Zoo into this forest as early as seventy years ago during the "Reforestation Movement". In just seventy years, such a large group of monkeys has been produced. scale.

"Uncle Chen was really right." Lang Hua smiled bitterly, "The mountain monkey is indeed very ferocious."

The group of macaques that inexplicably rioted on the eve of the end of the world could be regarded as one of the omens that he failed to notice.

"Damn it", Lang Hua tilted his head to avoid it.

The rocks thrown behind him flew past his face and made a small hole in the mud.

He grinned and muttered to himself: "You really don't listen to the old man's words, and you are going to suffer a lot..."

But Lang Hua had no choice. If you want to return to Shashi District 3 as soon as possible, starting from the secret base and traveling through the Fengwei Mountain jungle is the best choice.

"The best option...of course is time."

As for the dangers in the jungle, Lang Hua was not within the scope of consideration at that time.

In fact, throughout the night, Lang Hua relied on his fast speed and flexible body skills to maintain a state of near-miss even if he occasionally broke into the territory of an adult wild boar.

Until he discovered that he was being followed by a group of macaques in the forest.

Originating from the desire for evolution deep in his bloodline, the high-quality allogeneic crystal core energy carried by Lang Hua also has a fatal attraction for these beast evolvers.

Being too powerful may also cause fear. But in the eyes of the monkeys, Lang Hua, who is neither up nor down, is the best choice to "give it a try".

The herd of macaques that live deep in the jungle all year round are good at climbing. In such an uneven forest environment, Lang Hua's speed was restricted.

After being parasitized by black mist spores, wild macaques mutated into black beasts, with their speed and strength significantly improved.

Lang Hua was a quasi-late-level first-level man, so even if he encountered several second-level black beast macaques, he still had the courage to fight with his previous life experience and equipment. But facing the current group of macaques, even if there were only dozens of first-order early-stage black beast macaques, he could only escape.

We all know that two fists cannot defeat four hands, but some people insist on risking their lives to prove it, which often only proves the powerlessness and insignificance of individual energy.

At the cost of blood, even life.

Lang Hua knew clearly that the top priority was to return to Uncle Yang and the others as soon as possible. Therefore, even if he was teased and provoked by the monkeys, Lang Hua did not respond.

However, this seemed to be considered cowardice by the black beast macaques, and they pursued him relentlessly.

Seeing that the stone was dodged by Lang Hua without hitting it, a certain macaque on the treetop let out an angry and sharp "squeak" cry. The other black beast macaques also followed suit, picking up debris on the ground and throwing it at the running Lang Hua.

For a time, varying amounts of soil, stones and branches covered the three-meter-wide area around Lang Hua.

"It's so annoying." Lang Hua turned over his hands and took out the two air guns from his backpack, firing them left and right.

He stopped, aimed at the cephalothorax of the macaques that were rushing forward and shouting the loudest and fired repeatedly. The sound of "papa" sounded one after another, and in the blink of an eye, these monkeys were shot and fell off the treetops, lying on the ground without making a sound.

The result was not beyond Lang Hua's expectation.

Because the airguns he is holding are two high-pressure models, and when combined with high-carbon steel balls, the muzzle specific kinetic energy is close to 100 joules at the moment of activation. If the shot hits a critical part, the possibility of serious injury and fatal injury is very high.

And even if there is no kill, the delicate black beast macaque will definitely suffer the shock and fall into coma immediately.

The monkeys were frightened, resulting in a brief silence, and then broke out into even more violent roars. In an instant, a chaotic "squeaking, squeaking, squeaking" sound spread throughout every corner of the forest.

"Bang."

But then there was a bang, the fire flickered for a moment, and the smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air.

For the uncivilized black beast group in the early days of the end of the world, sound and fire are still very effective.

Until then, the monkeys fled back to the depths of the forest in panic.

Sometimes, moderate deterrence is also necessary.

"Even if they evolve," Lang Hua rolled his eyes and walked out of the edge of the woods, commenting with his hands behind his back, "animals are still animals."

It turned out that Lang Hua had already lit and thrown a delayed detonator in the gap just now.

It was a lead azide detonator that Lang Hua bought on the black market half a year ago. The lower layer uses high explosives and is more stable than the original mercury fulminate model. Decades ago, there were many illegal mines that used this kind of thing to mine minerals, and their market share was not small. It was not difficult for Lang Hua to get some.

After galloping all night, Lang Hua finally escaped from the jungle of Fengwei Mountain.

When we reached the edge of the forest, we gradually moved away from the habitat of the monkeys, which was one of the reasons why they retreated.

Of course, this is also the reason why Lang Hua kept it secret before.

Unless the situation was extremely serious, he would not make any unprepared plans.

The sky is gradually getting brighter.

Lang Hua changed direction and ran towards the environmental management bureau ranger station in his memory.



The cabin at the ranger station was in chaos. The items in the drawers and cabinets were scattered all over the floor because Lang Hua dug them out.

"Sure enough, there is this." Lang Hua looked at the thick black device in his hand in surprise - it was a satellite phone.

Although it is an old model that is distributed to staff for free by the "Environmental Management Bureau", it still has the satellite call function that Lang Hua desperately needs.

"Dingling bell...connecting...Zrazila...connecting."

Lang Hua's palms were full of sweat. Although a night has passed, in Lang Hua's memory, every time the spore black fog blows out, the bioelectricity left in the air will interfere with the electromagnetic radiation in most frequency bands. By then, old-fashioned civilian machines that rely on surface base stations to transmit electromagnetic waves for communication will completely fail. In the dozen or so hours after each black fog outbreak, satellite communication signals in the air will also be greatly affected...

"Zira... Failed to connect, please move to an area with good signal..."

Lang Hua took a deep breath and told himself: "Don't panic, don't panic."

"It will definitely be connected soon, as long as... the interference period passes."

Putting the phone into his backpack, Lang Hua walked out of the house.

Before entering the house, he saw several motorcycles parked in the backyard.

Lang Hua squatted at the foot of the steps, staring at the black corpses lying on the ground with only their heads left.

This was the result of the minute before he entered the house.

Are the staff of the Environmental Management Bureau...

Now that these people have arrived at the forest ranger station, the next step is probably to investigate the illegal hunting case in Fengwei Mountain.

"Then we are enemies," Lang Hua said to himself, "then and now."



The "booming" sound of the motorcycle exhaust pipe sounded, and then slowly disappeared in the distance.

Only a few black corpse heads were left on the spot, with wide eyes and mouths and teeth that kept opening and closing.