C6 Taxes Paid

"Morgan, where have you been?" White shouted out in the forest worriedly.

But there was no response from Morgan. It was obvious that Morgan had run far away.

White walked up to the leopard and carried the fat cheetah on his shoulder. It was not a place to stay in the jungle for long, especially after hunting the prey. The smell of blood of the prey would attract powerful demonic beasts. Although the eyes of the demonic beasts would become weak in the sun, the smell of blood would stimulate their sense of smell and attract them. White held the shotgun in one hand. The thick shotgun had been reloaded by White. He looked around vigilantly.

After a while of being on tenterhooks, Morgan's voice suddenly came from above his head, "Uncle, look what I found!"

White raised his head and his bearded face couldn't help but smile. Since Morgan was fine, he was relieved. "You little bastard. If you don't tell me and start running around, I will definitely beat your butt up!" Then, White couldn't help but see the two deer in Morgan's arms.

The two deer with big eyes trembled in Morgan's arms as they looked at the cheetah on White's shoulder.

"Morgan, you did well. You actually got a harvest on your first hunt!"

Morgan jumped down from the tree and nimbly landed in front of White. "When we go back, we will raise these two deer!"

"En, this is a good idea. However, raising these two little deer in the protected area is the same as throwing them into a wolf's den."

"Ah? Is the protection area so terrifying? With Uncle here, they definitely won't dare to have any ideas about these two deer!"

"En, that's not necessarily the case, but we have a harvest today, so we can return home triumphantly!"

Morgan was also very happy: "Let's go home!"

Carrying a cheetah that weighed two hundred kilograms, White could no longer run like he did when he came. They only walked quickly. After hunting, it would definitely be more dangerous than before because the smell of blood of the cheetah floated in the air, attracting all the carnivores that could be attracted.

Even the half-meter long ferocious rabbits were attracted.

In the forest, White used a hunting rifle to deal with three mutated hunting dogs and a crazy monkey. They were all the lowest level of demonic beasts, so they were of no value at all.

Once they entered the wasteland, they increased their speed. White held the blade in one hand and the cheetah on his shoulder in the other. He led the way. Morgan carried two deer and followed closely behind. This time, Morgan was not as weak as he was when he came before. He could actually remind White where the mutated rats were attacking from and where there were groups of ferocious rabbits.

With Morgan's reminder, White could be prepared and easily take care of the mutated rats one after another.

When they were still ten kilometers away from the protective zone, the roar of a car reached their ears.

White suddenly squatted down and said vigilantly, "We're hiding. The bastards of the Viper Squad are here!"

"Why should we be afraid of them?!"

"It's not that I want to be afraid of them, but living in this fucking world, it's better for us to be wary of them." As White spoke, he went around in the distance.

Morgan remembered every single word that White taught him. He also knew that if he wanted to live in this world, he had to turn himself into a hunter like Uncle White.

The war chariot roared as it passed the route that Old White and the others had just walked by. Brian, who was on the war chariot, suddenly sniffed the cool air with all his might, "It's the smell of blood!"

Cook smiled and said, "It seems that Old White has already hunted down his prey today!"

Brian held the automatic rifle and said with disdain, "It's been so many days, and he has only just gotten a harvest. It is not something to be proud of!"

Cook looked at Brian, "I told you not to look down on Old White!"

The roaring war chariot sped up as it rushed into the depths of the wasteland.

Old White and Morgan returned to Protective Area 64 around 1 o'clock in the afternoon.

The Alliance soldiers on guard had already changed group of people. They looked at White in surprise as he carried back a cheetah. Of course, they knew the value of this cheetah and also knew the difficulty of hunting a cheetah.

"Hey, Old White, your luck is very good today?" A soldier from the Alliance standing on the wall of the city shouted at White. He held a long sniper rifle in his arms.

Morgan was instantly attracted by the rifle because he knew that if they had such a sniper rifle, their hunting would become easier and safer.

White was in a very good mood. He said proudly, "My luck today is very good. The most important thing is that I, Old White, am capable!" After White and Morgan walked into the conservation area, a few soldiers surrounded them. They looked at the adult cheetah and discussed.

When they saw that the cheetah had been killed by a headshot, they couldn't help but praise White's marksmanship.

"Brothers, when I go back and skin this cheetah, I will give you the tax money!"

The few Alliance soldiers all urged White, "You have to hurry up. Us brothers have really never eaten the meat of a leopard!"

White carried the cheetah and Morgan back home. As for the fawn in Morgan's arms, it could not arouse the interest of the soldiers because the meat on the deer was too little!

Along the way, White and Morgan also attracted the attention of the other residents. White walked magically in front of the surprised and envious eyes of the residents. It had been a long time since he had experienced such a proud feeling. He even forgot that he had Morgan's help today to be able to hunt a cheetah in such a short period of time.

When he returned home, White hummed a song and hung the cheetah up to quickly peel its skin. As he skinned it, he said to Morgan, "The weather is cold. How about I use the skin of the cheetah to make a piece of clothing for you?"

"I don't like the skin of a cheetah. I like the skin of a wolf!"

"Huh?? This is a little difficult. The wild wolves are all in groups. If the two of us want to kill a wild wolf, it will take a lot of effort!"

"No rush. We will go hunting tomorrow. I believe we will meet a wild wolf!"

"En?" As he spoke, White cut off the thick and strong leg of a cheetah that had been washed and skinned and handed it to Morgan: "Go, send this leopard leg to those soldiers who are guarding the door!"

Morgan asked in puzzlement, "Why should we give our prey to them? They also have guns and don't shoot themselves?"

"This is the rule. The prey that we catch must be handed over a portion. This is considered paying tax. Do you understand?"

"I don't understand. If you want to go, go by yourself. I won't go!"

"Morgan, if you want to live in this world, you can't just have strong skills, you also need this!" White pointed at his head with his finger. "Do you understand?"

Morgan took the leopard leg that White handed to him and said angrily, "I understand." Then he picked up the leopard leg and walked towards the big iron door of Protective Area 64. After taking a few steps, he turned around and said to Old White, "Take good care of my fawn!"

White looked at Morgan's thin and weak figure and couldn't help but grin. He was like a kind father looking at his son.