He stood up and briefly surveyed the scene. This was knowledge that Oliver, who was originally from a rich family, could not possibly master.
It was Slade who taught him this.
It's a pity that the two of them have turned against each other because of some things.
Oliver controlled his mind to focus on the investigation.
Different from what he had been exposed to in the past, although Slade was an all-powerful mercenary, after being "resurrected from the dead", he became even more powerful due to the enhancement of special potions, and was able to make many incredible moves and move faster than ordinary people. .
However, the strong body function does not affect the existence of habits.
Slade masters almost all modern weapons and cold weapons, but his favorite ones are pistols and short blades.
As for the unfortunate man who died, the wounds on his chest were caused by the giant blade.
It should be a long weapon like a big sword.
Using his fingers to compare the length and width of the wound, what came to Oliver's mind was the set of medieval armor that he had collected in his home, as well as the knight's two-handed sword of the same era.
"No...it might be wider, longer, and heavier..."
It is difficult for such a weapon to be used as a conventional weapon when it is not a cavalry battle and a war horse is responsible for speed and load-bearing.
Could it be a giant?
Oliver looked at the grass around him. There were only shallow footprints on the stepped grass.
At most 1.84 meters.
Ordinary people.
This shows that another uninvited guest has arrived on this island.
only……
"It's not clear yet, whether it's an enemy or a friend."
…
Standing on the spot, Oliver pulled out his arrow, wiped the blood on the body of the dead mercenary, and bent the bow again.
Arrows are precious and need to be preserved.
The mercenary's blood has not completely coagulated, and the murderer has not gone far yet.
…
Strong strength gives people strong confidence, and the order cannot be changed, otherwise it will become the useless roar of the weak.
However, if the strong say this, it is the voice of the strong.
Is Oliver considered a strong man?
He thinks he is.
Even now, he cannot have almost all the luxuries and enjoyments in the world like he did in the past, abandoning all worries, and even eating a hot meal has become a luxury.
However, he still feels that he is a strong person.
This is the confidence that his bow and arrow skills give him.
The strong will not run away, let alone run away.
Oliver was still calm and calm, holding a bow and arrow, and walked towards the enemy camp he was familiar with and where he had been imprisoned for a long time.
Along the way, he saw many enemies he had faced before.
They were still armed and still numerous.
But they are all dead.
Some people died alone behind a certain tree, some people died in pairs by the river, and some people appeared in groups and died neatly next to their campsites.
They died almost at the same time.
Although the circumstances of death were different, Oliver believed that they must have been killed by the same person.
and……
Oliver picked up the gun from the ground.
They didn't even have time to react. They were killed without firing a shot.
I lowered my head and counted. This was a team of seven people.
"Seven people...the opponent is fighting in close combat with a big sword...anyway, it shouldn't be..."
Can Slade, the superhuman who has been injected with strengthening drugs, do such a thing?
Oliver was skeptical.
After a brief check of everyone's firearms, almost all of them had not fired a single shot.
The man didn't choose to take the guns, either, or he had better weapons.
Or, he has absolute confidence in his sword.
Looking at these weapons that he wanted most when he first lived on this island, Oliver calmly put down the gun he picked up.
He also chooses his own weapons.
He also has absolute confidence in his bow and arrow.
………………
Continuing forward, Oliver saw more corpses.
This more or less affected his thoughts and judgment, disrupting his reason and thinking.
At a rough count, he saw more than fifty dead mercenaries along the way.
How big is this island? Although most of the places he walked through were places where mercenaries often appeared, the total range was only very small! ?
There are only more than 300 mercenaries on the island, and now...
Is anyone still alive?
It's not like Oliver has never killed anyone. In fact, after arriving on this island, he shot more than ten people with his own hands.
In a modern civilized society, this is enough to make him famous throughout the city and even the country for his crazy serial killing behavior.
But on this island, if he doesn't kill someone, he will be killed.
Oliver's experience and calmness were all exchanged for criss-crossing scars.
Just being dead doesn't scare him.
More than fifty people died and appeared in front of him one by one, which only made him a little surprised.
What frightened him was that these more than fifty people were all killed at close range by the same person, armed with a big sword, while fully armed.
On such an island, no matter how far away it is, how far can it be?
When I thought about it, when I was sleeping yesterday, that person might have appeared on the island, and I was still sleeping soundly. Thinking that after waking up today, I went out to get water to wash my face, and that person might be killing people like crazy five hundred meters away from me, but I didn't know anything about it...
Even though the nerves honed by two years of hell training have turned into a cold-blooded killer, Oliver dare not say that his heart will not be touched at all.
If he didn't find this person, he wouldn't be able to have a good sleep on the island.
…………
Giving up on his plan to repair himself and eat something, Oliver simply drank some water and hid behind a hidden tree at a certain location. He held the bow and arrow in his hand and meditated for a moment. Even after getting some rest, he set off again to go. The enemy's base camp.
Oliver was very doubtful that there was no one alive in the place where he was originally locked up.
boom……
Bang bang bang...
In the distance, he heard the faint sound of gunshots.
Finally a gunshot was heard.
that person! It's the man with the sword!
He must be in that place now!
Oliver lifted up the branches and leaves covering himself, held the bow and arrow, and walked through the dense woods with great skill. While making almost no sound and maintaining alertness to the surroundings, he quickly attacked the enemy. Rush to the base camp.
Along the way, Oliver heard no more gunshots.
I didn't hear any screams or calls for help.
This made his heart sink a little and made his feet move faster.
…………
It didn't take long for Oliver to arrive at the place where he had been imprisoned.
This is the first time Oliver has returned here since he and his companions escaped from here.
But he and Slade were the only companions who escaped together.
Moreover, the two of them turned against each other...
Shaking his head, Oliver, who was lying on a certain tree, cleared his mind of unnecessary thoughts, carefully observed the camp, and waited calmly.
Two minutes have passed, and there is no evidence of any human or other biological activity.
Oliver slowly slid down from under the tree and made a habitual circle. Instead of choosing the door, he went around the side wall.
As soon as he entered the camp, Oliver saw a mercenary lying on the ground with blood flowing from his body.
"Sure enough...eh?"
He had already passed by the mercenary, but a strange phenomenon in the corner of his eye made him stop, turn around and go back to check on this not-so-special mercenary.
This guy didn't have a sword wound on his body, but on his neck.
There are three deep claw marks.
Finally it’s not the sword that hurts, it’s finally not that big sword!
The wounds looked like they were left by wild beasts, but they were definitely not caused by large wild beasts like lions and tigers. Moreover, the body showed no traces of being chewed by wild beasts, only three claw marks.
"This looks like... a cat?!"
After comparing the three scratches, which were only two fingers wide, Oliver had been reshaped, and his iron-hard outlook began to shake again.
It must be another killing machine created by those guys who researched strengthening potions!
Oliver could only temporarily suppress the doubts in his heart and continue to explore forward.
Soon, he found a second strange deceased person in a car that had crashed into a wall and was still smoking slightly.
Same scratches.
and……
Oliver looked at the scratches on the tires in disbelief, and...a plum-shaped footprint deeply dented in the iron on the roof of the car.
He would never mistake that thing.
That's the cat's paw.
Just...why? How can this be? !
Oliver's mouth was pressed tightly together, and the hand holding the bow wanted to loosen his hands to scratch his scalp countless times.
The world seems to be becoming more and more unscientific. Not only does this happen to him, but there are also things like resurrection from the dead, and now there are even things like hitting a military truck with a claw and making a big hole.
"It's really..."
Oliver couldn't think of any words to express his feelings.
Moving forward, Oliver heard the sound of running water.
It's just over the large open kitchen in the corner of the camp.
So, leaning against the wall, Oliver walked slowly, slowly getting closer, closer...
Finally, peek out half of your face from the wall.
Then his tiger body shook, and he was stunned like an ice cube.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
What did he see?
He saw a cat standing on two feet on the sink, turned on the faucet, and was washing its hands... its paws.
It actually wipes its hands with a towel!
"Meow! Linn is so annoying. Why doesn't he wash his hands? He wants me to wash my hands!"
That's right, it...it can actually talk! !
This is really...
"It's incredible, isn't it? In such a big place, there is no hand sanitizer or anything like that. With more than 300 people, we can't just use soap~"
yes……
Um? !
Just as Oliver was about to answer, his hair suddenly stood up.
answer!
Who is talking behind me! !
Quickly short body, swing the bow, roll diagonally forward, draw the bow and shoot an arrow in a half-crouch, shoot three arrows in a row, catch another arrow, and quickly step back.
Oliver panted slightly, not because he was tired from the big movements in a short period of time, but because his heartbeat was racing and he was scared.
"Wow...you are too murderous..."
As the light spots flashed across Oliver's eyes, he saw a person standing where he was standing just now.
In his hand, he held three arrows.
The other hand is holding a big sword.
A big sword stained with blood.
(End of chapter)
