In a dark building.
A Barrett large-caliber sniper rifle was placed in front of the open window, and a man wearing camouflage cloth lay behind the gun.
The scope is locked on the distant crossroads, waiting for the prey there to come.
Behind him, there were two men and one woman drinking beer and eating peanuts.
"Brother, why didn't you kill the survivor just now?" the woman asked.
"Killing is not the purpose, cheating is, fatten up before killing."
"Brother, how do you allocate those A-level skill scrolls?" A man grabbed a handful of peanuts and ate them absentmindedly.
The short-haired man who was called eldest brother glanced at him and said nothing.
The short-haired man stood up alone, walked to the window and pulled off his cotton clothes.
Her chest, covered with thick black chest hair, was exposed.
The short-haired man opened his arms, and a crooked-beaked eagle fell from the sky, turned into a pool of black water, and disappeared into his chest.
This is the B-level skill of the short-haired man. It can consume real-time mental power and simulate a crooked-beaked eagle to scout for him.
In the early stages of the catastrophe, if this kind of investigation method was available, its advantages would undoubtedly be huge.
Whether it is a battle or a war, the advantage in intelligence can turn the tables.
The short-haired man closed his eyes and concentrated, and began to digest the information brought by the crooked-beak eagle.
This kind of mimic pet does not have real-time communication with the caster. Every time it is released, some information can only be learned when it is retrieved.
Compared to Qi Lin's soul connection and the ghost's pervasiveness, this mimicry investigation is just a child's play.
The short-haired man was digesting his memory when he suddenly felt a chill coming over him.
"I'm already at Level 7, how can I still feel cold?"
The short-haired man opened his eyes suddenly and put on his clothes again.
But still feeling cold, he quickly returned to his previous position and took a few gulps of wine.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the other two people were also tightening their clothes.
"Are you cold too?" The short-haired man's eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking of.
"It's cold. I guess it's because there was cold air when you came back, brother."
Another man said, and the woman next to him nodded.
The short-haired man felt something bad in his heart, and then he looked at the sniper and asked, "Guangge! Are you cold?"
The sniper in camouflage responded: "Cold."
The short-haired man closed his eyes and thought for a while and said, "We haven't been cold even after staying here for so long. Why is it cold now?"
"When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Something is wrong!"
The short-haired man frowned, and then slapped his forehead:
"The Crooked-Beak Eagle told me that the target vehicle will arrive in four minutes. We will leave immediately after finishing the target!"
"Brother, don't we do a few more votes here?" A man asked: "We are protected by the skeleton man here, and there are many chosen ones. This is a good opportunity! We can do a few more votes here before leaving. !”
After the disaster struck, the short-haired men hanging out on the streets quickly gathered a few people, and they formed a team to survive.
But under the leadership of the short-haired man, their team's survival method appears to be very safe and efficient.
They will not come face to face with the corpse beast.
Instead, he chose to attack the surviving chosen ones!
Use their things to enhance your own strength, and then kill the corpse beasts to make up for the lack of early combat power.
This approach perfectly enabled their business to start successfully.
As for the unused items they grabbed, they were all sold to the army in exchange for currency or other weapons.
In order to kill the chosen ones, steal their props, equipment and corpse beast experience.
They even purchased night vision goggles, camouflage curtains, broadsword mines, anti-armor vehicle mines and other items from the army.
Maybe these things don't do much against advanced mutants.
But for ordinary humans.
These are all things that either kill or injure.
In the short-haired man's mind, the corpse beast was too fierce to kill, and it was too dangerous and could easily lead to loss of troops.
But killing the Chosen One is very stable.
With the help of this cold-blooded strategy, his team grew extremely quickly, and it was now considered a small group of survivors with considerable strength, excluding the army and other forces.
They also killed a lucky chosen one in the afternoon and grabbed the experience of a half-dead high-level corpse beast and an A-level skill scroll.
But this kind of thing depends too much on luck. After all, the crooked-beaked eagle of the short-haired man consumes a lot of money and cannot be used all the time.
So sometimes it takes a long time to encounter some prey.
But since they came here, they found that there are so many chosen ones here, and they have gained a lot!
The reason is that Qi Lin's undead have been constantly being cleared away, resulting in a lot more humans surviving here compared to other 'severely affected areas'.
And when there are many survivors, there will always be lucky ones who reveal something good.
Those lucky ones are the prey they are looking for.
"No!" the short-haired man said decisively: "My eyelids are twitching, it's not safe here!"
"If it weren't for the colonel's fatal order to kill the target, we would have to leave now!"
Seeing that his men were about to say something else, the short-haired man scolded: "Don't ink! Hurry up and pack your things and clean up the traces. When the mine goes off and Guangge replenishes his gun, we will leave immediately!"
The ghost Lao Liu on the side relayed the situation to Qi Lin in real time.
Qi Lin raised his eyebrows and wanted to leave?
If you dare to try to take advantage of him, then don’t leave!
Everything they say and do is under Qi Lin's surveillance.
Under the completely unreasonable way of walking through the wall and seeing through the ghost.
Every move he makes is controlled by Qi Lin!
It's a pity that the Ghost Gate has not yet advanced to gold, otherwise it would have been taken down directly with the accompanying weapons.
Qi Lin gave the order, and all the undead souls who were searching for the corpse beasts instantly stopped. As the soul fire flashed, their bodies turned and rushed towards the building where the short-haired man was.
Even faster than the ordinary undead are the ghost commanders of each squad, who can pass through the wall unimpeded.
At this time, the short-haired man was still telling his subordinates: "Carry the shaved skeleton and throw it next to the target later."
"It's really fucking weird. After those skeletons died, why did their bones and swords quickly decay and turn into ashes?"
The short-haired man's mission was to kill Little Sun and others, and then collect some of Qi Lin's skeletons and place them next to them.
But what puzzled the short-haired man was that every time those evil skeletons sucked up their companions, the bones and weapons that fell to the ground would turn into ashes in a very short time.
With no other choice, the short-haired man had no choice but to capture a survivor, remove his flesh and blood, make it shabby and disguise it as the skeleton of Qi Lin's men.
Several people moved very quickly.
All household waste is packed into green boxes.
"The target is coming," said the sniper who had been observing.
The short-haired man said: "Let's start the vehicle, and you can catch up with us."
.....
At the crossroads.
The east wind warrior is galloping.
At this moment, Little Sun's face was full of joy, and he was very excited because he thought he had successfully squeezed into the core staff of the university.
"I'm telling you, this time I go back, the senior colonel will definitely give you a lot of rewards!"
"Maybe we will be rewarded with a few silver coins!"
Little Sun grinned happily, feeling that the beautiful life he had been waiting for for so many years was about to come.
"When the time comes, I will arrange one for you..."
boom!
A flash of fire suddenly rose from the site of the vehicle.
In just an instant, the five Little Suns were blasted into the sky by anti-armor mines!
