Chapter 1, The Alpha Wolf

In a crowd of people meeting for the first time, this is a rare gesture of friendliness. The stranger is clearly a bit surprised, but his eyes curve slightly, a smile appears on his face, and he extends his hand to shake with Turner: "I am... Su."

The crude, rough, and outdated modified rifle behind Su, in Berg's eyes, transformed into a rugged and simple work of art that represented the aesthetics of violence

Hunters or mercenaries are professions that anyone can engage in, and they are classified based on their past achievements, which determine their rank and the issuance of licenses. Licenses can be issued by various organizations, scattered bases, large corporations, or even coalitions. Obtaining a license from a certain organization signifies recognition within the territory of that organization, as well as its allies and friendly organizations, along with corresponding benefits. Of course, any organization can choose not to recognize licenses issued by other organizations. Therefore, acquiring a level one hunter license from a large corporation is often far more valuable than a level four license from a smaller organization.

Turner waved his hand, subtly signaling for safety. The squad's soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, scattering to check the remaining undead wolves and to collect the corpses of the wolves needed for the mission

Berg estimated the distance and whispered, "... ... one thousand four hundred meters." His voice was tinged with both jealousy and envy. To hit accurately at this distance, and to score two hits, meant that the opponent was a marksman at least two ranks above him, which indicated that the opponent had undergone at least three rounds of genetic evolution

It can be said that the life of almost the entire team was saved by that person, yet the instinct to be wary of strangers is inherent to everyone's survival. Although that person had already tucked the handgun back into his waistband, the impression left by that handgun was indeed striking; nearly everyone still remembered that there were five bullets remaining in the chamber. Given that he could change the bullets with such agility in just one second, if he had malicious intent, he could have fired at least three shots before the Turner team could shoot him. Based on his previous marksmanship, three shots would mean three lives.

Su's hand was also wrapped in bandages, with not a single inch of skin exposed. However, through the bandages, Turner sensed that this hand was more delicate than that of an average person, and exceptionally soft, yet within that softness seemed to lie explosive power. This contradictory sensation made him feel as if he were not shaking hands with a stranger, but rather grasping the sharp fangs of a stone dragon

The shy Berg even seemed somewhat hesitant to speak with Su, while Su appeared to be taciturn for the most part. Consequently, the group fell silent again, with ten individuals quietly and swiftly advancing under the cover of night

Su remained silent

Spring signifies awakening, from the great bears and stone dragons to the small bloodsucking flies and fluorescent fleas, all emerge from their slumber. Having been hungry throughout an entire winter, they are naturally particularly fierce. The danger posed by these small creatures, such as bloodsucking flies, is not much less than that of the armored bears. In this era, who knows how many types of plagues can swiftly lead to death, and almost every type of bacteria or virus considers bloodsucking flies as the most suitable carriers. Each year, the variety of plagues is rapidly increasing. The profession of a doctor has never been so important, nor has it ever felt so powerless.

Turner suddenly felt a dryness in his throat. Despite the fact that this person appeared to be male based on his physique, it was still uncertain whether the body hidden beneath the bandages was even human. In this era where survival is the only goal, desires have long shed their shackles, and sex and violence have become the instincts of the majority. Men and women, adults and children, humans and non-humans—all boundaries are rapidly blurring in the eyes of those who crave stimulation and ecstasy

A few veterans reported the situation regarding the supplies, and the more Turner listened, the worse his expression became. He cautiously stood one meter away from the cave entrance, looking outside, and the more he looked, the heavier the chill in his heart grew

Someone had just said half a sentence when Turner abruptly interrupted him: "Shut the hell up! Lucas won't make a mistake!"

Turner quickened his pace and said in a low voice, "It is most likely the Corrupted Wolf! God, I truly hope I am wrong"

The sound of this pistol is as shocking as its power, hardly less than that of the sniper rifle behind it. It is rough, solid, simple, and direct, much like a strong man with a face full of stubble

Oh heavens! There are at least three hundred corrupted wolves! Turner felt his heart tighten suddenly, almost unable to breathe

The barrel protruded slightly, revealing that this was an enhanced and modified version of an old-fashioned rifle, which had undergone some manual alterations. The body of the rifle had been simply reinforced, allowing it to fire more powerful bullets, and a section of steel pipe had been added to the barrel, extending its range. However, the rifle lacked any advanced aiming devices of the new era, not even an old-fashioned sight; it only had the most primitive front sight. The straight-line distance from the muzzle to the wolf's head exceeded 1,500 meters. Even if this old rifle had sufficient range, hitting the target would depend solely on luck, and it would have to be extraordinary luck. However, the rifle lacked any advanced aiming devices of the new era, not even an old-fashioned sight; it only had the most primitive front sight. The straight-line distance from the muzzle to the wolf's head exceeded 1,500 meters. Even if this old rifle had sufficient range, hitting the target would depend solely on luck, and it would have to be extraordinary luck.

Turner cursed fiercely and then shouted, "Boys, move quickly! We need to make our way home overnight!"

Thud! Turner fell heavily to the ground, inadvertently knocking down two of his subordinate soldiers. When he was helped up, he realized that cold sweat had already soaked through both his inner and outer garments

Military

Level 1 Hunter and Junior Mercenary said Su

He did not use the rifle behind him; instead, his left hand held an unusually powerful handgun, which was clearly modified. While an automatic rifle requires two shots to take down a corrupted wolf, this handgun only needs one. This cannot be explained by the weapon's power alone; such a result can only occur if several shots hit the vital points of the corrupted wolf.

Turner rested his right hand on the refurbished M3A automatic rifle, surveyed the surrounding terrain, and gestured with his left hand, prompting the team to continue moving forward. Every soldier in the unit was dressed in camouflage uniforms and equipped with automatic rifles, including a grenade launcher. Although the soldiers' uniforms were somewhat worn and their weapons varied in style—from the elite M3A of a bygone era to the more common AK series—this still indicated that they were a genuine army, rather than a haphazardly assembled armed group of bandits. This army had ranks, tactics, logistics, and training; most importantly, the organization capable of sustaining such an army must be substantial. Although the soldiers' uniforms were somewhat worn and their weapons varied in style—from the elite M3A of a bygone era to the more common AK series—this still indicated that they were a genuine army, rather than a haphazardly assembled armed group of bandits. This army had ranks, tactics, logistics, and training; most importantly, the organization capable of sustaining such an army must be substantial.

"Third level." Su smiled and replied

Turner had a pale face, staring intently at the haystack, with his eyes twitching incessantly. Suddenly, he used the gun barrel to slice through the haystack, revealing rocks smeared with filth beneath, yet there was still no sign of any wolf cubs.

Generally speaking, this task requires Turner and his subordinates to traverse the wilderness for more than half a month, but the difficulty is not high. Turner is already well-acquainted with this desolate area, which spans over one hundred kilometers. He knows exactly where each type of creature can thrive, and he could count them even with his eyes closed. With the firepower of his nine-man team, they would be fully capable of handling a wolf pack consisting of over a hundred corrupted wolves.

An old hand glanced outside the cave, and his face immediately turned pale, saying: "Boss, it seems we are trapped."

The soldiers in the cave all breathed a sigh of relief, and even Turner felt his taut nerves relax. For the past three days, all the soldiers in the squad had been enduring under the shadow of death; although their bodies were relaxed, their minds were in a state of extreme tension. If there were a ranking of the dreadful ways to die, being devoured by a corrupted wolf would likely be second only to being eaten alive by a zombie.

A shadow darted through the air like lightning, its sharp teeth clamping down where Turner’s neck should have been, and then five searing bullets completely tore away its entire belly!

Without the restraint and leadership of the alpha wolf, the pack of rogue wolves transformed from a disciplined army into beasts acting solely on instinct. With an hour remaining until dusk, they had lost their last patience and began to leave the valley in small groups.

This time, Berg finally saw a wisp of blue smoke rising from the back of the mountain across from him. He immediately took out his binoculars to look across, but all he could see through the lens was a stretch of rocky terrain, with not a single figure in sight

Turner cautiously moved to the entrance of the cave and looked outside. Following the direction of Lucas's finger, he finally spotted the leader of the wolf pack

After lighting the cigarette, Su took a deep breath through the gaps in the bandage, and it was not until three or four minutes had passed that he exhaled a faint wisp of smoke. It was evident that he knew how to savor tobacco.

Turner suddenly detected a faint fishy odor in the air, and his instinct honed from years of combat prompted him to immediately leap backward while simultaneously firing a long shot into the empty space at the cave entrance

Turner retreated into the cave, leaning against the wall and said: "It seems these rot wolves want to trap us here. We will station two people at the entrance, changing shifts every two hours. Lucas, Berg, you two will start first, while the others rest. I hope our luck is good enough for the base's reinforcements to find us"

The strong carrion wolves are prowling back and forth, their drool dripping onto the scorching rocks of the valley, evaporating into hissing white smoke. However, despite their hunger, they remain five hundred meters away from the cave entrance. It seems they are aware that beyond this distance, the power and accuracy of automatic rifles diminish significantly. With over three hundred carrion wolves in the valley, the chances of Team Turner breaking through are bleak. If they leave the shelter of the cave, the swift and agile carrion wolves can easily surround them from all sides, and a single charge could tear the entire team to shreds. With over three hundred carrion wolves in the valley, the chances of Team Turner breaking through are bleak. If they leave the shelter of the cave, the swift and agile carrion wolves can easily surround them from all sides, and a single charge could tear the entire team to shreds

In a place that should have four seasons, there are still four seasons in this new era, albeit with somewhat different meanings

In an instant, Su's mind flashed through these contents, with hundreds of data points continuously changing. After three seconds, a result was finally reached

This is a very typical behavior of a protective wolf, indicating that there is a den behind them, which contains several pups that have not yet been weaned and are unable to keep up with the pace of the adult wolves

As Turner watched his soldiers skillfully cutting up the corpses of the corrupted wolves, he casually asked, "It seems there is nothing else in this area besides the corrupted wolves. How did you end up here?"

This single-soldier goggles, originating from a bygone era, can filter strong light and ultraviolet rays, protecting the eyes. Although today's ultraviolet rays are many times stronger than in the past, the surviving humans and those who read books are adapting to the new environment, while the frail ones have long since turned into skeletons in the wilderness. The ultraviolet rays filtered through the goggles are strong enough to cause blindness, but for Turner, they are merely somewhat dazzling. The eight soldiers following him are also strong enough; although the sunlight may make them uncomfortable, it does not hinder their actions.

However, spring remains the best season

Thinking of the alpha wolf that was shot by Su, Turner couldn't help but twitch his eyes a few times. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and said gloomily, "I never expected that even a decayed wolf could possess human-like intelligence in this damned world"

After a moment of hesitation, Turner released his hand from the M3A and extended it towards the stranger: "I am Turner"

At the age of forty-three, Turner has nearly twenty years of military experience and is a reliable commanding officer. At this moment, he is leading his team along a barren ridge, which offers the advantage of excellent visibility, allowing him to survey an area of several kilometers. As for whether there are any trees to provide shade from the sun, Turner is indifferent; large expanses of greenery often signify unpredictable dangers.

The valley has regained its tranquility, and the afternoon sun is even more intense, scorching the restless wolves. Although they have evolved at a terrifying speed to become stronger and more cunning, their aversion to sunlight and their tolerance for it have not improved significantly.

At last, the lead wolf straightened its body and stretched its nose to sniff the air for something. Such a rare opportunity would certainly not be missed by Berg, who decisively pulled the trigger immediately

Payne Company

Turner stopped ten meters in front of him, carefully scrutinizing the oddly dressed individual. In the bright evening sun, beneath the heavy brown cloak, most of his face was obscured by tightly wrapped bandages, with a black eye patch covering his right eye and light golden-gray hair partially concealing his forehead. Although the only visible part of this person was his left eye, the long, strong, slightly arched eyebrows, the greenish-gray patterned iris, and the lines outlining the contours of the eye together formed an almost perfect portrait. Although the only visible part of this person was his left eye, the long, strong, slightly arched eyebrows, the greenish-gray patterned iris, and the lines outlining the contours of the eye together formed an almost perfect portrait

Turner was somewhat surprised, and there was a hint of respect in his voice: "That is quite a big fellow!" However, considering Su's abilities in sniping, shooting, concealment, and movement, it was not surprising that he obtained such a license

Understood! A young man who appeared to be just in his early twenties removed his mask, revealing a nose that was at least twice the size of an ordinary one, as he sniffed his way deeper into the valley. Despite the overwhelming stench of the decaying wolves permeating the valley, Lucas's sense of smell was no less acute than that of the decaying wolves. For him, the scent of each decaying wolf was uniquely distinct, and since they had only just departed, there was no chance of him making a mistake.

Berg weakly buried his head in his arms

Su smiled and said, "This is a good thing. Why not?"

We only have one base of ammunition left, which is not enough to eliminate them all

At the moment the sunlight fell, Turner removed the goggles from his helmet

As dusk approached, a figure appeared on the opposite hillside, his tawny hooded cloak blending almost seamlessly with the surrounding environment. The rifle behind him, nearly as tall as he was, seemed to be the deadly instrument that had taken down two wolves. A few scavenger wolves still prowling in the valley immediately charged forward with growls, but with several loud gunshots, a few of the scavenger wolves fell to the ground without a doubt, moaning and twitching, unable to rise again.

A seasoned veteran followed behind and said, "Hey! Boss, who set this trap for us? You wouldn't tell me it's the corrupt wolf, would you? Haha..."

The gunfire was coarse and heavy, carrying the unique metallic gunpowder scent of old firearms. Whether newcomers or veterans, members of Team Turner were almost all experts in the field of firearms; this sound of gunfire had a distinct charm in their ears. An old firearm capable of hitting a target at 1,500 meters clearly sacrificed other attributes for range. However, this high-level sniper hidden in the shadows was evidently proficient in both movement and concealment, to the extent that even the Corrupt Wolves could not trace his whereabouts. Coupled with his exceptionally long sniping distance and terrifying accuracy, even if his position were exposed, it would not matter much. Surviving under the sniper's rifle truly required luck.

In the valley, more than ten decayed wolves were still wandering, but with the crisp and dense gunfire of automatic rifles ringing out, all the remaining decayed wolves failed to escape from the torrid metal rain.

Turner swung the M3A and said, "Lucas, it's your turn!"

After issuing the command, Turner said to Su, "You look like you've been out for quite a while; why not return to the base for some rest?"

The nine-member team walked at a leisurely pace, gradually reaching the center of the valley. Their objective was already quite clear: a cave several hundred meters away, where a few dry bones could still be seen at the entrance.

Three days have passed

Half an hour later, the pack of corrupted wolves began to fall into greater agitation and unease. A strong male wolf started to frequently emit growls and howls, attempting to take the place of the alpha wolf. Witnessing this scene, the soldiers of Team Turner became tense again. Although this wolf was merely much stronger than ordinary corrupted wolves and did not possess the distinctly superior intelligence of the original alpha, who could predict what might happen once the pack regained an alpha wolf

Turner certainly cannot remember, nor is he interested in memorizing such precise and rigorous expressions. His way of thinking is much simpler and more vivid: the corrupted wolves are growing larger and increasingly dangerous. His team used to be able to handle one hundred and fifty corrupted wolves, but now they can manage no more than one hundred. That is simply the reality. Although it seems that everything is still under the control of the base, each time Turner goes on a mission, the feeling of unease in his heart becomes stronger. Can one imagine corrupted wolves as large as tigers, possessing intelligence akin to that of humans? Although it seems that everything is still under the control of the base, each time Turner goes on a mission, the feeling of unease in his heart becomes stronger. Can one imagine corrupted wolves as large as tigers, possessing intelligence akin to that of humans? Turner has dreamed of this more than once.

The experience of struggling on the brink of life and death for many years calmed Turner down, and he was pleased to see no hostility in the other person's emerald green eyes

Mutated species, whether alive or dead, can fetch a good price in many large bases or settlements. Their genes are the source of new gene enhancement agents. Thus, a profession has emerged that specializes in hunting mutated species for profit: the hunter

Another person glanced at the walkie-talkie in hand, shook his head, and said, "There is absolutely no signal from the base."

What is the shooting distance?" Turner, not knowing when he had crouched beside Berg, asked.

Lucas, you ... ...

The soldiers leaned against the cave walls and closed their eyes to rest, as it was essential to conserve their strength; no one knew how long they would have to stay here

Turner crouched down, pulled out his bayonet, and prodded a pile of what appeared to be fresh wolf dung. After examining it closely, he suddenly stood up, yanked the bolt of the M3A open with a loud clatter, and shouted, "Damn it, this is a trap! We need to go!"

Find a way to kill it

After consecutively shooting down six corrupted wolves, this person, with a flick of his fingers, had the revolver's cylinder open. Six hot cartridges fell to the ground, and six bullets were deftly loaded into the cylinder. Then, with a click, the cylinder was secured back in place. Almost without aiming, he slightly raised the muzzle, and a long tongue of flame erupted. Amidst the gunfire echoing through the valley, the seventh and final corrupted wolf, lunging at him, trembled all over, flipped in the air, and flew over his head, crashing heavily to the ground. It whimpered incessantly, blood gushing out from its body, yet in this position, no wound was visible, leaving one puzzled as to how this shot could take down a corrupted wolf known for its ferocity and resilience.

He chuckled twice, realizing that there was no one around to respond, and could only stop awkwardly, shrugging his shoulders in resignation. He also sensed the smell of danger, but at such a moment, making a joke should be a good way to relieve tension

Boss! Come quickly!" Lucas suddenly called out urgently. He deliberately lowered his voice, as if afraid of disturbing something

A few kilometers of mountain road was merely a half-hour journey for Turner and his skilled mountain warfare team. Upon seeing Turner and his companions arrive, the adult male corrupted wolf on the rocky outcrop crouched low, baring its drooling fangs, and emitted a low growl from deep within its throat

Bang! The tremendous recoil slammed heavily against Berg's shoulder, pushing him back by 10 centimeters. However, Berg clearly saw through the scope that at the moment the gun's muzzle flared with sparks, the lead wolf suddenly crouched down with incredible agility, disappearing into the pack of wolves! One second later, a massive spray of blood erupted from a decaying wolf, almost severing its strong and flexible body in half. Yet, Berg's heart sank to the depths; such an opportunity only comes once, and having missed it, there would never be another chance.

Berg was clearly a shy person; his face turned bright red as he quietly asked, "Sir, no, Officer, may I ask what level your sniping specialization is?"

Bang! Another resounding gunshot echoed, and the new alpha wolf fell in response.

The lead wolf's thick chest was almost completely blown apart; it lowered its head and, upon seeing its horrific wound, collapsed to the ground

The lead wolf occasionally drops to all fours, yet most of the time it stands upright, directing the pack of scavengers with howls of varying lengths and pitches, as well as with its front paws.

Berg became increasingly nervous, stammering, "I apologize, I did not mean to offend... You see, I am only twenty years old, just a novice sniper, and I have never encountered someone like you before"

The territory of the腐狼 is usually vast, and the valleys filled with caves may only be inhabited by this pack of腐狼. Turner did not want to search each cave one by one; he made a gesture, and an old soldier behind him raised his automatic rifle. The first shot sent a腐狼 flying into the air, followed by a second shot in quick succession, with all three bullets hitting the struggling body of the腐狼, causing it to tumble several times.

Which company issued the license? Turner asked

Such a charge is no different from suicide. More than 40 strong feral wolves managed to approach within ten meters of the cave entrance, only to be shot down one by one by the dense gunfire. The only outcome was the depletion of one-third of the entire squad's ammunition

"Damn it! It looks like these guys have grown even taller," Turner cursed a few times, then he and the librarian led their subordinates towards the valley.

However, the problem lies in the fact that everything is changing rapidly in this era. Turner has observed that the size of the adult Corrupted Wolves has gradually increased; what once could be dealt with by a single bullet now often requires two or three rounds to take down. They are becoming faster and stronger. According to the research director of the base, in the past 12 months, the average weight of adult Corrupted Wolves has increased by 12%, muscle strength by 23%, agility by 18%, impact resistance by 35%, and resistance to radiation intensity has increased by 50%. According to the research director of the base, in the past 12 months, the average weight of adult Corrupted Wolves has increased by 12%, muscle strength by 23%, agility by 18%, impact resistance by 35%, and resistance to radiation intensity has increased by 50%.

Berg, either intentionally or unintentionally, fell behind the group, walking alongside Su. In the dim green light of the night, he occasionally stole glances at the enormous modified rifle slung over Su's back. However, what puzzled him was that the rifle was equipped with only a very rudimentary optical sight. Even an outsider could tell, just by looking at the size of the sight, that it was far inferior to the SVD sniper rifle in Berg's hands.

Su watched as the soldiers wrapped several corpses of the decayed wolves, shouldered them, and carried them on their backs. He sighed and said, "There will be more and more of such lead wolves in the future"

Turner's eyes suddenly widened, and within those deep brown pupils, they were filled with a dense mass of decaying wolves

The remaining corrupted wolves whimpered, disregarding their companions, and fled into the depths of the valley with their tails between their legs

Psycho Domain ... ... mastery of simple weapons. ... ... ... Sniper specialization

Turner's M3A let out a cheerful roar, bringing down the last of the fleeing corrupted wolves on the hillside. Only then did he angle the muzzle toward the ground and walk through the valley toward the mysterious figure standing on the opposite slope. Turner's hand loosely gripped the rifle's handle; in this position, a slight movement of the wrist could make the M3A's muzzle jump up like a startled rabbit. The soldiers behind him seemed to casually spread out a bit, ready to bring their firepower to bear on the mysterious figure if necessary.

On the ridge, a pair of green eyes streaked with gray was fixated on the leading wolf. He did not know when he had lain down on this ridge, which overlooked the entire valley, enveloped in a thick, brownish-yellow blanket that perfectly integrated him with the surrounding rocks. He had been observing for an unknown length of time, and finally, a gun muzzle wrapped in brown cloth slowly emerged from beneath the blanket, the old-fashioned sight above the muzzle gradually locking onto the head of the leading wolf.

The lead wolf continues to coordinate and command the actions of the pack, maintaining order. Those rebellious and corrupt wolves are systematically eliminated by it. When necessary, it still walks upright, but never lingers in one place for long; more often, it is completely immersed within the pack. Apart from its wolf-like appearance, from any perspective, it resembles a calm, ruthless, and cunning human commander.

A rough, strong, and warm hand patted Berg's shoulder, and then Turner’s uniquely steady voice rang in Berg's ear: "In the past twenty years, I have messed up things far worse than this. Don't overthink it, young man. If you can't do this, then no one here can. Many times, we just need to do our best and leave the success or failure to luck"

This is a robust male wolf weighing thirty kilograms. It was propelled several meters away by the impact of a bullet, and after rolling on the ground several times, nearly all of its internal organs had fallen out. Remarkably, it was still able to struggle to its feet, shaking as it emitted a menacing low growl towards the cave entrance, until another male wolf bit through its cervical vertebrae.

Turner's hand trembled slightly, and he quickly retracted it in a somewhat impolite manner. Su appeared to be unbothered by it

The thin gray clouds in the sky continuously shift, revealing a stunning expanse of blue sky, while the sunlight pours down like fire, saturating the parched earth cracked from the intense heat

This is a wolf unlike any other, with a massive body and smooth, pure black fur that are rare among decay wolves. However, the most shocking aspect is that this wolf is standing!

Berg was even more excited; Su was indeed, as he had imagined, already a Tier 3 sniper. This was because the evolution points required doubled with each tier, meaning that Tier 3 would require at least 7 evolution points. For Berg, whose lifelong aspiration was merely to become a Tier 2 sniper, Su was more than enough to be his idol

"Are you a hunter?" Turner asked

As before, Turner left two soldiers to guard the cave entrance while he led the remaining soldiers into the cave to search. He was not concerned about ambushes; in the narrow and deep cave, the high rate of fire and great power of the M3A were almost irresistible. Moreover, among the eight people brought this time, five were veterans who had completed more than ten missions, and all had undergone genetic enhancement at least once, making them capable of handling any situation. Some team members had already begun assembling makeshift animal cages, as a live corrupted wolf cub was worth more than ten dead wolves. Moreover, among the eight people brought this time, five were veterans who had completed more than ten missions, and all had undergone genetic enhancement at least once, making them capable of handling any situation. Some team members had already begun assembling makeshift animal cages, as a live corrupted wolf cub was worth more than ten dead wolves

Summer is scorching, and the intense ultraviolet rays in the sunlight are lethal to most living beings, including mutated animals and humans. Autumn is no longer a season of harvest; the crops and fruits of the old era have long been extinct due to their inability to adapt to the new environment. Therefore, all living beings are troubled by the scarcity of food. Those plants that can still thrive in the harshest conditions are often more dangerous than the stone dragon. As for winter, the only concern is to avoid starving before the arrival of spring

Having a license is tantamount to having a background, no longer being a dangerous stranger. Moreover, in this area, Payne Company possesses substantial strength

He was unaware that Su had not spent even a single evolution point on sniper specialization

They strode forward, quickly rounding the last bend and arriving at the cave entrance. However, the two individuals guarding the entrance were hunched over, trembling, and gradually retreated into the cave! Turner said nothing and charged directly to the entrance, pulling the two individuals aside and looking out into the cave.

I have been tracking some unusually behaving corrupt wolves, wanting to see what changes have occurred, and then I discovered that you were trapped in this valley. It was merely good fortune that I managed to kill that lead wolf. Su's voice flowed like water

An experienced veteran listened attentively for a long time and then exclaimed: "There are at least thirty different syllables! If these syllables can be combined, it would be akin to a language. Is this really the Corrupted Wolf?"

Bang! A tremendous and violent gunshot echoed throughout the entire valley

The alpha wolf fell, and the pack of corrupted wolves immediately descended into chaos. Most of the corrupted wolves were enraged, running back and forth throughout the valley, searching for the perpetrator who dared to provoke the entire pack. However, the wind echoing through the valley carried nothing but the scent of gunpowder wafting from an unknown source, with no other unusual odors present. A few of the most keen-scented corrupted wolves charged up the ridge, but it was already completely empty. Dozens of furious corrupted wolves then rushed towards an already established target—the cave where Turner and the others were hiding.

Our food and water can still sustain us for ten days

Turner had leaned against the cave wall and sat down, closing his eyes. He said in a low voice, "It is certainly a rot wolf. A rot wolf can speak, and there is nothing strange about that. In this day and age, anything is possible... We must find a way to kill it"

The howls of the carrion wolves echoed through the mountains. Turner immediately looked in the direction of the howling, his pupils rapidly dilating and contracting, the shape of his eyeballs slightly changing in response. Without the need for binoculars, his gaze locked onto several small black dots several kilometers away. Only then did Turner raise his binoculars, and through the lenses, he could see several gray-black carrion wolves restlessly moving about on the reddish-brown rocks, occasionally throwing their heads back to emit a few long howls.

These few corrupted wolves do not seem to know what has happened, as they are surprisingly active during the bright daylight, a time when they are accustomed to being nocturnal. However, Turner does not need to know these details; it is sufficient for him to deduce from experience that there is a wolf den in the valley. Summer is also the breeding season for corrupted wolves, and at this time, there should be a few weaned pups in the den. His task is to ascertain the mutation status of the corrupted wolves and other creatures in this area, to observe whether any new unknown species have emerged, and to bring back several corrupted wolf corpses every three months for research at the base. Summer is also the breeding season for corrupted wolves, and at this time, there should be a few weaned pups in the den. His task is to ascertain the mutation status of the corrupted wolves and other creatures in this area, to observe whether any new unknown species have emerged, and to bring back several corrupted wolf corpses every three months for research at the base.

The cave is not deep; after walking more than thirty meters inside, I reached the end. However, there were only piles of dry bones and large heaps of hay, with no sign of the little wolf at all

Turner's visual range is 1.5 times that of an average person, at the cost of expending an evolution point, or to put it plainly, a chance for genetic modification. An ordinary person may only have one or two opportunities for genetic enhancement in their lifetime, with most choosing to strengthen muscle power or physical defense. However, Turner does not regret using his evolution point on vision. In battles in the wilderness, being able to detect danger a moment earlier means an increased chance of survival. An ordinary person may only have one or two opportunities for genetic enhancement in their lifetime, with most choosing to strengthen muscle power or physical defense. However, Turner does not regret using his evolution point on vision. In battles in the wilderness, being able to detect danger a moment earlier means an increased chance of survival.

Turner stood next to Su, took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, carefully extracted two cigarettes, and handed one to Su, saying: "You saved all our lives! Would you like one?"

Yet almost no one can truly fall asleep, as everyone harbors a lingering question in their hearts: how have these corrupt wolves suddenly become so intelligent? They know how to set traps and understand how to avoid the most lethal range of automatic rifles. Moreover, despite their hunger, not a single wolf crosses that invisible boundary. Such behavior is simply like...

At dusk, Team Turner set out under the cover of twilight. The journey from here to the base would take two consecutive days of walking. Although the night was perilous, this area was even more dangerous. Bringing up the rear of their group was Su, who moved like a ghost.

Berg was the sniper in the team. He set up his SVD sniper rifle and slowly aligned the crosshairs in the scope with the head wolf. The head wolf was a full thousand meters away from the cave, and it was evidently more alert and agile than the usual corrupted wolves. Hitting a target at this distance would require a domain user with enhanced second-level sniper specialization, using a new-style sniper rifle produced by a major company of the new era. Berg was neither a second-level sniper nor did he possess a modern sniper rifle; instead, he held an antique sniper rifle from the old era. Whether he could hit the target depended solely on luck. Hitting a target at this distance would require a domain user with enhanced second-level sniper specialization, using a new-style sniper rifle produced by a major company of the new era. Berg was neither a second-level sniper nor did he possess a modern sniper rifle; instead, he held an antique sniper rifle from the old era. Whether he could hit the target depended solely on luck

It all depends on luck... The muzzle of the rifle swayed slightly with the movement of the leading wolf, this movement was almost precise to the micrometer

... find a way to kill it!" Berg kept repeating to himself in his mind, while the Cross Star patiently moved along with the lead wolf.