C7 The Viper Squad

? White left a part of the adult leopard behind and then went to the small grocery store to exchange for food that was enough for them to eat for a week. When he brought a bag of flour to the house of the woman from yesterday, the woman was not at home. White frowned and did not say anything as he distributed the flour to others.

"Sigh, you still took this step!" After White finished speaking, he opened a bottle of whisky. This bottle of whisky was also exchanged for leopard meat. There was also the complete leopard skin that was the most valuable. It was actually exchanged for a box of shotgun bullets. There were as many as 50 shots. However, it wouldn't be long before the leopard skin would become the top of a noblewoman.

The goods in the small grocery store were all provided by the Star Alliance. It not only sold daily necessities for the residents, but also various firearms. In this era, if there wasn't a hunting rifle that could kill magical beasts, then it would be as terrible as not having any light in the dark night!

When Old White passed by the grocery store again, he suddenly saw Morgan still lying on the counter, focused on the various firearms hanging on the wall. What Morgan cared about more was still the sniper rifle.

"Boss, how much is that sniper rifle?"

"Haha, do you have money?"

Morgan shook his head regretfully!

"Let's wait for you to have money before coming! This gun is very expensive!"

White looked at the boss of the grocery store and said, "We will be very rich soon!" After saying that, he put his arm around Morgan's shoulder, "Morgan, let's go home and eat!"

"I really like that gun!"

"I know that, but you are still a child now. You can't use that kind of gun!"

"I am no longer a child. I am a man. I can use that gun. How much is that gun?"

"A total of two thousand alliance dollars! And that sniper rifle isn't too good. It's second-hand!"

"How much can we sell it for if we hunt a cheetah?" Morgan seemed to not care about the quality of the gun.

"A hundred alliance coins!"

"Isn't it very simple? We only need to kill twenty cheetahs and we can buy this sniper rifle!"

White looked at Morgan's sincere eyes and couldn't help but sigh. "En, but I don't know. When will we be able to kill 20 cheetahs?"

"Soon, believe me!" Morgan clenched his fist in front of his chest confidently.

"But I have to save money to treat Alice!"

Morgan's expression suddenly froze, and he couldn't help but say, "Oh." "Let's treat Alice first!"

White looked at the sensible child and was touched in his heart.

When he returned home, Morgan made a sumptuous dinner again. White happily drank half a bottle of whiskey and then fell asleep on the bed.

White's bed was not big. Morgan hugged a thick blanket that smelled of mildew and slept on the sofa.

After Morgan raised these two deers, he would usually have things to do. He would look for green grass in this town or in the wilderness to feed these two deers. Morgan could be considered to have found an interesting thing in this boring life.

Time passed. More than a dozen days passed quickly. Occasionally, he would sneak a glance at Alice with Old White. Every time he saw Alice's smile, Morgan would always treat her like his own sister. He really wished he could live with this beautiful sister and protect her with Old White.

Old White finally knew the whereabouts of that woman, but he did not comment too much on her behavior. After all, in this world, survival was the most important problem. For his own life, no matter what he did, it was worth forgiving.

Morgan also asked a few times why Old White and Lisa separated, but Old White refused to answer, so Morgan did not ask any more questions. After all, it was Old White's scar. When it was about to be torn open, it would always hurt and bleed.

However, there were always a lot of unexpected things in reality. On this day, Morgan and White returned from the hunt. White carried his prey to the grocery store to exchange alliance coins and items.

Morgan was worried about the two deer in his heart and quickly ran home.

But when he returned home, he found that there was no trace of the deer in his cage.

Morgan became angry as he looked at the empty iron cage. He raised his foot and kicked the iron cage, then shouted, "Who stole my fawn? Damn it, I must kill him."

Morgan was panting heavily, not knowing how to vent his anger.

After Morgan kicked a few times randomly, he couldn't help but think of Old White's words. He had to use his head, he had to use his brain!

He panted and closed his eyes. He tried his best to calm down. Gradually, Morgan's breathing returned to normal. Slowly, a trace of the smell of deer entered his nostrils.

After Morgan smelled this smell, his eyes narrowed and shot out a killing intent.

The Morgan at this time was no longer the Morgan who had just entered the protection area. He, who had been hunting with Old White, seemed to have become a lot more mature. He pulled out the dagger from behind his waist and held it tightly in his hand as he chased after the faint smell of the fawn.

Morgan's sense of smell was different from that of an ordinary person. In these days, Morgan was able to quickly find his prey. Of course, it was inseparable from this specialty.

He ran along the scent of the fawn in the protected area. The residents also looked at this thin young man with strange eyes as he ran in front of them.

A few minutes later, Morgan stopped in front of a dilapidated house. The smell of the deer had disappeared here, and instead, it was emitting a strong smell of blood.

This thin and weak youth's entire body trembled once again. This time, it was not because he was afraid of the demonic beast, but because his consciousness was trembling due to a raging anger.

Morgan kicked the door with all his might. "Crash!" With a sound, the door shattered. Then, Morgan saw that within the room, Nogawa was using water to wash the bodies of two thin fawns, and two deer skins stained with deer blood were thrown to the side.

Nogawa looked at Morgan and could not help but angrily roar: "Stinking brat, you actually dared to kick open my door. Do you want to get beaten up again?" After saying that, Nogawa picked up the sharp knife that was placed to the side and walked over to Morgan.

Morgan stared at the two thin bodies. His heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a few sharp knives. He shouted, "Ah?" He held the dagger that Old White gave him and rushed towards Nogawa.

Nogawa obviously ignored Morgan, who had once been beaten up by him.

He kicked Morgan wretchedly, wanting to kick him to the ground like last time and ravage him, but Morgan's body agilely dodged Nogawa's kick and then stabbed him in the abdomen.

Ci!

Nogawa's body suddenly froze. The cold feeling of the dagger made his eyes suddenly dull, his body instantly stiffen. A strange sound came from his throat.

"Giggle."

Before Nogawa could understand what was going on, Morgan had already pulled out his dagger and slid it horizontally towards Nogawa's neck.

With another "Ci" sound, red blood continuously spurted out from Nogawa's neck.

Morgan stood up straight behind Nogawa, and Nogawa held onto his neck and staggered a few steps, then fell to the ground. His mouth was wide open, and his body couldn't help but start twitching. After a minute, Nogawa stopped moving and lied down on the floor stiffly.

The blood on his neck was still flowing.

Morgan looked at Nogawa's current state and frowned as he panted heavily. Although he had already killed a few demonic beasts, this was the first time he had killed someone.

He picked up a set of Nogawa's clothes from the worn-out sofa at the side, wiped the blood off the dagger, and muddle-headedly left Nogawa's house.

Dozens of minutes later, someone found Nogawa who had been killed.

However, with such a disgusting Nogawa being killed, the residents here were instead celebrating. The Alliance soldiers also went through the formalities and no longer asked about it.

"Morgan, we're leaving!" After another dozen or so days, White was already used to shouting Morgan to go hunting together.

For the past few days, their harvest was very good every day. Moreover, they had returned to the conservation area very early. Slowly, the alliance coin in White's hand had accumulated a lot!

Morgan had learned a lot of things from White in the past dozen days and was growing rapidly. He was completely different from when he first appeared in Protective Zone 64. In other words, he was becoming more and more like a hunter.

He could now fight a mutated rat alone.

After Morgan tidied up his new clothes, he responded to White, "Come immediately!"

These days, Morgan had also gotten rid of the sadness of losing his fawn.

The jacket Morgan was wearing was made from calf skin. Five days ago, they met an injured beast on the way home. It was a bison with four horns. White could not help but happily shoot the little bison and bring the calf back to make Morgan a small jacket. Morgan, who was wearing the small jacket, looked more like a hunter!

Furthermore, White bought Morgan a relatively cheap revolver. Although they needed to save money to cure Alice, Morgan's safety was also very important. White thought about it for a few days and still bought a pistol and a machete for Morgan.

After Morgan tidied up his equipment, he locked the door and followed White's footsteps, walking out of the protection area.

As usual, White and Morgan held new sharp machetes and killed mutated rats and fierce wild rabbits one after another. They entered the forest once again, and Morgan was still the one looking for prey. This seemed to have become a habit.

White leaned against a big tree and even lit a cigarette leisurely. In the warm sunlight of winter, he enjoyed the excitement of nicotine.

"Uncle, I saw the people from the Viper Squad. They have walked into the forest!" A few minutes later, Morgan, who had not found his prey, discovered the "Viper" team that had hired mercenaries.

"What? Why would they come to the jungle? Didn't they always hunt in the wasteland? "

Morgan said vigilantly, "Is it because there are very few prey in the wasteland? So they also plan to come to the forest to hunt!"

"En, it must be like this. Let's go. It is better not to meet them!" Old White said cautiously.

"Alright!"

They walked towards the north side of the forest. White did not want to enter too deep into the forest, because it was said that there was an F-class demonic beast in the depths of the forest. Only a powerful sniper rifle could penetrate the skin and flesh of an F-class demonic beast. Even the shotgun in White's hand couldn't shoot a bullet into the body of an F-class demonic beast.

Not long after Morgan and White left, a few strong Viper Squad mercenaries appeared at the place they were just at. Cook held the Browning Machine Gun and looked at the ash on the ground: "White must have stayed here just now. We will follow this guy and definitely be able to hit the prey today!"

"Isn't it too embarrassing to do this!" Brian hugged the assault rifle in his arms and said awkwardly.

"Then what can we do? We haven't hunted any prey for the past three days. If this continues, we'll just have to wait to disband!"

"But will White give the prey to us?"

"If he can't bring it back, on my account, I believe he will give us one or two prey!"

At this moment, a woman walked out from the mercenary warriors and said in a stern tone, "I don't care what method you use, but you have to bring the prey back today. Otherwise, my brother will definitely be angry!"

The woman who spoke was called Ivy, the biological sister of the captain of the Viper mercenary group, Viper. However, she did not look like the strong and dark Viper at all. She had fair skin, a beautiful face, and especially her huge eyes. Her eyes were dark blue, extremely enchanting!

She was wearing a camouflage suit, and the loose suit could not hide her proud figure. The buttons on her shirt were opened, revealing the black sports undergarments and deep ravines. Two lumps of soft and full jade breasts were on the verge of being revealed! It made the beautiful Ivycius look wild and sexy.

After Brian glanced at Ivy's chest, he followed behind Cook and walked towards the north of the forest with the assault rifle in his arms.

These mercenaries stumbled in the forest for dozens of minutes, but they still did not find any trace of White.

However, at this moment, dozens of meters away from them, a huge black figure slowly approached them.

Brian was the first to stop. He turned his head to look at the black figure. After he saw the black figure clearly, he made a gesture with his right hand and pointed forward: "Stop, the prey has appeared. Prepare to attack!"