Chapter 78. The Cowboy Team's Hunting

"Damn... where did all these people come from?"

Standing on the ruins of broken arms, Mossi held a binoculars wrapped in tape in his hand, looking in the direction of the construction site not far away.

There looked like three or five people there, transporting stones and hardened cement blocks with wheelbarrows.

They move very quickly, they won't stay here for too long, and they will leave after shoveling enough for a cart.

Mossi couldn't figure out where those people came from, and even built a stronghold under their noses.

In his impression, Wetland Park is obviously a deserted forest, and there is a deserted nursing home in the middle of the forest. Except for some birds, beasts, insects and snakes that will move there, even hyenas don't look down on the prey there.

But it doesn't matter. Those large and small shelters are like cockroach eggs, and a batch will pop up every now and then. And all he needs to consider is how to eat this group of fat sheep.

"Boss, when shall we do it?"

Standing next to Mossi was a man with a bandaged left eye. He had more than a dozen knife marks on his chest, which looked like a centipede. At least half of it was left during the fight, and the other half was slashed secretly with a knife by himself.

"No hurry, we are just investigating now, not yet the time to attack."

Mossi handed the binoculars to his comrade standing aside. Unlike Badger, no matter what kind of opponent he faces, he will not underestimate the enemy.

Even if there are only three or five people on the opponent, and he doesn't even have a gun in his hand, he will observe carefully for a long time until he confirms that there is no danger, and then launch a swift and violent surprise attack, trying to defeat the enemy with one move, and use the shortest time to make the opponent lose resistance Ability.

"Why don't we send a few slaves to rush over to try it out? They've been moving stones all morning... I'm worried they'll take the stones back to strengthen the bunker."

The hunchbacked man with a steel helmet on his head approached Mossi and whispered. He had a large shovel hanging from his back.

If you look carefully, the shovel not only has a blade on one side, but also has serrations on the other side, and a simple receiver structure is attached to the back of the tube eye—it is a smoothbore gun loaded by the breech of the rod.

Mossi thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay. Find some cannon fodder to find out their reality."

There are many captives in the dungeons of the Bloody Hand clan. These slaves are not only their playthings for pleasure, but also animals raised in captivity, and they are also used as cannon fodder on the battlefield.

For livestock and cannon fodder, the looters of the Bloody Hand clan usually don't give them special food, but lock them in the lower half-collapsed waterway, pour a bucket of swill down regularly, and let them fight mutant cockroaches and rats all day long Tortured by mosquitoes, fungi, and viruses, they are kept in captivity like poisonous caterpillar or insects.

Until their humanity is obliterated, they go completely mad, and become animals dominated by instinct, then select some of them, give them sticks and daggers, and promise that as long as they capture the stronghold, they will be allowed to join the war to end rave afterward and accept them as companions.

Elegantly called, the baptism of blood.

Mossi sent one of his men back, while the rest waited in place.

On the other side, Tomorrow Seeker, who was ambushing in the unfinished building near the abandoned construction site, couldn't help frowning as he stared at the cart going away.

Badass Bunny, who was squatting at the door, couldn't sit still, and couldn't help asking.

"Why hasn't anyone come yet?"

Tomorrow answered impatiently.

"Don't ask me, ask Walker."

Walker also had a frowning expression.

"No... I can't sense it, but there are two mutated cockroaches in the basement. Are you going to clear the monster?"

Gale shook his head.

"It's not necessary."

Tomorrow bit his thumbnail and fell into deep thought.

"The other party is more cunning than we imagined. I'm sure they have discovered the construction site, but they are not in a hurry... What are these people waiting for?"

According to his assumption, the predator should have been eyeing this place long ago, and they would definitely not let go of the brick movers who didn't even bring weapons. Even if it's for revenge, it must be a wave!

Ever since, The Cowboy Team ambushed around here, using those brick-moving players as bait, and prepared to sit back and wait for a wave.

However, I don't know why.

They squatted here all day yesterday, and today they rushed here early in the morning, but the other party seemed blind, indifferent to the movement on this abandoned construction site.

"Could it be that they didn't find this place?" Gale asked.

"Impossible! As long as they are not blind, it is impossible not to find this place!" Tomorrow said firmly.

While talking, Walker who was closest to the window suddenly became alert and raised his right fist.

"Hush, all of you, don't make any noise... There seems to be some movement around here."

The three fell silent immediately.

Time passed by, this time not only Walker heard the footsteps, but Tomorrow and the others also heard them.

The four of them exchanged glances tacitly, moved carefully against the base of the wall, and walked around to the window on the other side of the unfinished building.

Downstairs not far from them, six shirtless men were leaning against the wall behind another unfinished building, walking along the narrow alley, carefully approaching this side. Not only are they dressed in rags, but they also carry a variety of weapons.

There are rusty machetes, wooden bats studded with nails, and saws wrapped around baseball bats with wire. It looks pretty wasteland.

But these are cold weapons, not a gun! Judging from the course of action of these predators, they should be planning to follow the alleys between the unfinished buildings, go around to the gate of the construction site, wait for the next wave of stone-carrying survivors to come, and suddenly rush out to kill those brick movers They were caught off guard.

However, they did not realize that their plans had already been predicted.

Tomorrow was overjoyed, and while taking out an arrow and putting it on the string, he gave his teammate beside him an excited and affirmative look.

Bunny immediately understood and clenched the javelin in his hand.

Walker and Gale took out the Molotov cocktail and lit it with a match.

"Three...two...one, start a group!"

"F*ck them!"

Following Tomorrow's order, javelins, bows and arrows, and burning bottles were all thrown down from the window on the third floor, killing the group of looters by surprise.

The worst thing was the burly man in the front, who had a big hole in his chest directly from the javelin, like a deflated ball, stretched out his legs for a while, and then fell back into the fire without saying a word.

Another predator got an arrow in his arm, which was not a big problem, but soon another arrow shot directly into his mouth.

The predators downstairs were thrown into a mess by the weapons that fell from the sky, screaming and screaming, and their morale was obviously shaken.

But thinking of the miserable end after escaping and the verbal promises of those people, they still screamed and overcame the fear in their hearts, and rushed into the unfinished building in front of them with arrows and javelins falling from the sky.

But after a while, they learned what a real nightmare is. These players don't talk about normal way to fight at all, and they can only think of any fancy tricks.

Seeing that he rushed to the second floor, there was only one flight of stairs away from the third floor. But before they could charge, a smoking soda can rolled down the stairs...

With a delay of less than two seconds, a bang echoed in the corridor.

The white smoke exploded in an instant, and the pungent smell of gunpowder was wrapped in metal sheets, flying wildly in the narrow corridor, a hell on earth!

The smoke has not completely dissipated. The predators who were still alive a second ago all lay on the ground crying.

The worst guy couldn't even howl, half of his body was blown to pieces, only his legs were still twitching and moving.

"F*ck... this, this thing is so powerful?"

Holding the javelin in both hands, Bunny, who was about to charge, froze at the stairs, looking at the situation inside, he was dumbfounded.

"Nonsense, you don't even think about how much gunpowder you put in it."

Tomorrow pushed his shoulder.

"Don't just stand there stupidly, tie him up quickly..."

A little later, the one with the corpse lying on the ground would have died terribly.

Even if these predators ended up being hanged on the gallows of justice, that would have to wait until they got the bounty!

...

Hundreds of meters away.

The sound of explosions in the building came from afar. Standing on the ruins, holding a binoculars, Mossi's face gradually became serious.

Although he couldn't see the situation over there from the moment those cannon fodders rushed into the building, there were some things that he could guess even without seeing them with his own eyes.

It was exactly as he thought. The whole construction site is a trap set by those blue coats!

They deliberately sent people to move the stones. On the surface, they were defenseless and harmless to humans and animals, but in fact they sent people to ambush around.

How cunning!

"Boss, what should we do now?" The man with the scar tattooed on his chest asked anxiously.

Mossi said nothing with a sullen face, while the man with the scar continued.

"I suggest, just kill them!"

"They are all using bows and javelins, and they have exposed their positions! We have so many guns, why should we be afraid of them!"

The hunchbacked man glanced at him and said contemptuously.

"Are you deaf, the explosion just now was fake? They obviously put people in and slaughtered them! Who knows how much is hidden inside."

"I think we should flush them out, or go to the north too! Now if we are lucky, we can catch both of them and go east. My fat sheep, when the snow starts to fall, there will really be nothing left!"

Dry consumption is unrealistic.

Mossi knew very well that the brothers also needed spoils for the winter, and no one wanted to be hungry and freeze. But it is not realistic to leave it here and go to the north.

The leader threw this piece of fat to him to eat, which was an affirmation of his loyalty, trust and reward for him. If he messed up this matter like that idiot named Badger, the leader would definitely not forgive him lightly.

"Wait."

Hearing the boss's words, the man with the scar was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking.

"...How long do we have to wait? It's already noon."

"Wait until night, wait until they get into bed," Yun said with a gloomy face, looking at the thin man next to him, "Go back again, bring ten fast-running slaves, and prepare some Molotov cocktails and Needle."

"The rest of the people rest on the spot and recharge their energy."

"Wait until midnight and give them a surprise!"

...

Outside the north gate of the outpost.

Under the envious eyes of the players, The Cowboy Team escorted three chained captives and walked back from the construction site.

In addition to the three captives, there were also three dead people who were stuffed on the cart. One of them was bloody and bloody from the bomb blast, and the other two were simply charred and smelled bad.

"F*ck! F*ck!"

"As expected of a hardcore game! But I don't know why, I don't dare to kill a fish in reality, but I don't panic when I see blood here?"

"Maybe this is the next-generation technology based on the principle of dream interference, Visual filters? Emotional passivation? I don't understand."

"Boss is awesome! This is killing a team."

"I have nothing to say except awesomeness!"

He heard the movement from a distance, and Lucius, who walked to the north gate, looked at the captives and corpses pressed back by The Cowboy Team, his face was also full of surprise.

It's okay if the four-man team overturned the six-man team.

These little players have something However, the shock only lasted for two seconds. Lucius approached and took a look, and soon understood what was going on.

These six people were not real predators. They couldn't find bone artifacts that symbolized their identity. On the contrary, they had engraved characters on their faces or foreheads.

"...Slaves?"

Although there are a few mistakes in the strokes, it should be the word. Not surprisingly, these captives were all slaves of the Bloody Hand clan.

But so what?

The criminal's accomplice is also a criminal, and since he has taken up arms, he must have realized something.

After confirming the identities of each of them, Lucius took out a bag of silver coins from his pocket and handed them to Tomorrow without saying anything superfluous.

Facing these happy young players, Lucius nodded and said in an encouraging tone.

"The shelter will remember your contributions. Here are 106 silver coins and 5 copper coins. In addition, there are a total of 1200 contribution points. Each of you will get 300 points equally."

"Now, send these criminals to the gallows of justice."

"Death will forgive them!"