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Dawn.

Two figures left Shelter 36.

It’s Zhuima and Gan Mo.

For the two of them, Shen Bei fired an illusory shot, even though he clearly said that he would go to the mission office to check the mission today.

As a result...it seems like he ran away last night.

Zhuima and Gan Mo stopped pretending.

Direct showdown.

Start the pursuit.

Gan Mo sniffed the air and turned from the nine o'clock direction to the ten o'clock direction.

Their figures gradually turned into black dots in the wasteland.

The scorching sun scorched the wasteland mercilessly.

The sky was a turbid gray-blue, and the sun was high in the sky like a fireball, its light dazzling and unbearably hot.

The air was filled with sand and dust. When the wind blew, it blew up clouds of yellow-brown dust, like an ancient ghost wandering around.

Zhuima and Gan Mo walked at a moderate pace, saving energy while maintaining their maximum speed.

A few hours later.

Zhuima raised his hooded face and could see faintly undulating mountains.

The mountain wasn't high, just a rocky hill at best. There was no snow on top, and no vegetation to be seen. Only a few dry trees halfway up the hill stretched their twisted branches in the cold wind.

His solid and heavy military boots reached the top of the hill. The light brown exposed rock was obviously unable to bear the heavy pressure of the boots, and it groaned and began to crack.

An obviously mutated grass stubbornly poked its body out from the crevice of the rock, and with a speed that was not that of a plant at all, it stuck its leaves to the military boots, and then used the sharp and tough teeth on the edge of the leaves to cut the boots continuously.

The seemingly soft grass blades made a teeth-grinding sound when sawed against the rough rubber surface of the military boots, and left white marks.

The horse-chasing boots just crushed the ferocious little grass lightly into several pieces.

Then, Military Boots took another big step forward and stood on the edge of the mountain.

After taking a look, Zhuima shrugged and said to Gan Mo beside him, "Are you sure he stayed here last night? There was nothing there."

Gan Mo sniffed the air and pointed with his finger: "I can still smell the heat of the fireworks."

Zhuima looked in the direction of the finger.

About 500 meters away, there was a pile of burnt wood ash.

"It seems so." Zhuima said with a smile.

The two came to the fire which had already gone cold.

Gan Mo took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the northwest.

Zhuima kicked the wood ashes away.

The sky was filled with black as the wind blew by, as if some evil creature was startled and fled.

He casually broke off a branch, put it in his mouth, grinned, and followed after him.

Three hours later.

Zhuima and Gan Mo stopped.

Before them was the corpse of a ferocious beast - a scorpion lion.

This ferocious beast is enormous, with a scorpion's tail and stinger, a lion's body and claws, and a head fused with the compound eyes and sharp mouthparts of an insect. Its skin is mottled green and purple.

Not docile at all.

It will attack humans upon seeing them.

The body was covered with bullet holes, as if it had been shot into a sieve by a high-speed machine gun.

Seeing this, Zhuima couldn't help but sneer, "Shen Bei's masterpiece, right? His marksmanship is really... terrible."

Gan Mo was also a little surprised.

Although this beast is extremely ferocious, it is just a stunt.

Ordinary people can kill with just a handheld firepower and a shot to the forehead.

But Shen Bei... fired more than ten shots before killing him.

Gan Mo frowned and asked, "Could it be that Shen Bei is just being mysterious? The residents of Shelter No. 36 said they lost a lot of money to him."

Zhuima spat out the chewed-up branch and said, "Yes, I lost money. Sometimes Shen Bei loses money when he fails to shoot the beast. This shows that his shooting skills are very unstable."

Gan Mo took a long breath and said, "This guy is not an ordinary person. He has very high tactical skills, like a tamed wild wolf that refuses to surrender."

Zhuima sneered.

Gan Mo continued, "Let's go. There was a shooting here, but we didn't hear any sound. This means we are still far away from Shen Bei."

Step over the manticore's corpse and continue forward.

Zhuima kicked the scorpion lion away again and spat, "What a difficult fellow! Why don't you just let me pry open your head?"

after an hour.

Gan Mo turned a corner.

This bend is almost a 90-degree turn towards the north.

"Strange, where is he going?"

Gan Mo stood there, sniffing the air.

Zhuima didn't care: "Who cares? The gun skills are floating, and the people are floating too."

"I suspect he is talking in circles," said Gan Mo.

……

At this time, Shen Bei was moving at a constant speed across the vast wilderness.

He had returned to the ruined city where the cluster fire discs were hidden last night.

The crystal source crushing and reorganization equipment is also hidden here.

Without staying long, he left and entered the wilderness.

At this time, the armor's control over the pace is more stable, and it can accurately make two steps without any error.

Shen Bei was almost walking passively inside the armor.

The energy required for walking and running is completely different.

A crystal source core can last for about two hours.

Therefore, Shen Bei hardly consumed any physical energy.

His modified rifle weighed heavily on his back, giving Shen Beiping some confidence.

He had to deal with the chasing horses and the Ganmo group behind him in this vast area with complex terrain. It was a test of patience and perhaps luck.

After all, a third-level Mao Buer almost killed him.

Now there are two third-level psychics. Although we don’t know the defense level of them, we must not take them lightly.

What Shen Bei needs to do is to exhaust their patience and physical strength.

So, Shen Bei always maintained a constant speed.

If you are fast, they will think you have disappeared and stop chasing you.

If you are slow, you will not achieve the purpose of consuming physical strength in the early stage and will easily suffer losses.

The vast world is full of infinite crises and opportunities.

Shen Bei is a very patient "animal" and will return the initiative to his own hands.

Shen Bei firmly believed it.

……

Five days passed in a flash.

Shen Bei walked for two hours and rested for half an hour every day, alternating between day and night.

He walked at a constant speed, maintaining a speed of about ten kilometers per hour.

Of course, Shen Bei's speed was far more than ten kilometers. He did this to make the two people following him make wrong judgments.

At critical moments, even the smallest mistake can turn the tide of battle.

Shen Bei knew that the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

"It's almost time for a close fight."

Shen Bei was not sure how long this "almost" meant.

It all depends on Shen Bei's mood.

Because the initiative is back in our hands.

……

30 kilometers away.

Zhuima's face was covered in dust and displeasure.

Dejected, he set up a foldable camp pot, put the rationed food into the pot, and then added water.

There is a switch under the pot. Just press it and the high-temperature flame from the solid fuel can boil the rations within three minutes.

Gan Mo and I ate a few bites at random.

The more I eat, the angrier I get.

"Five days!"

Zhuima's original nonchalant attitude had been completely exhausted at this moment, and restless emotions were surging all over his body.

"This damn guy has been running away from us for five days!"

Gan Mo ate the food in silence.

After chewing slowly, take out the water and drink it if you want to.

But only a few drops of water flowed out.

Gan Mo took a deep breath: "Originally we were hunters, now he is the hunter."

Gan Mo recalled the route he had taken over the past few days.

I found myself walking in a big circle.

Like a donkey covered with a cloth pulling a mill.

"If Shen Bei was a person with super powers, how terrible it would be..." Gan Mo sighed.

"Crap!"

The horse chaser stood up impatiently and stomped his feet repeatedly, making a rumbling sound under his feet.

He raised his head and roared, "Fuck Shen Bei! Get out here if you dare!"

……

Time passed bit by bit, and night soon enveloped the land again.

Zhuima and Gan Mo were on the verge of collapse.

Although they were not as free to move at night as they were during the day, they still refused to give up because they knew Shen Bei would not be able to run far.

nearby.

For such a cunning prey, they would not give Shen Bei a chance to breathe.

But Shen Bei didn't give them much chance to catch their breath.

They were out of ammunition, food, and almost no water.

If we can't find Shen Bei and fight, the consequences will be worrying.

……

Another day and night passed.

The night wind at this time was very chaotic and mixed.

Gan Mo was touching the water stains on the ground and sniffing them.

It's urine.

Gan Mo was ecstatic: "The urine hasn't dried yet, and Shen Bei is nearby——"

The words are not finished yet.

Zhuima stared at the wilderness in the distance and suddenly shouted, "Be careful!"