Chapter 122 The Last Era: Hunting Party
They set out at dawn, when the first rays of morning light appeared over the desert, and the golden ocean melted into a golden ocean under the rising sun.
The hunting team walked on the sandbar with their guns on their backs, and the footprints stretched backwards to the end of the earth with the sun. The hunters walked on the desert wearing turbans, and the new hunter was among them. Vito carried his sniper rifle Follow the front of the line.
He walked behind the chief's son, obviously his father specially sent him to be in charge of today's hunting, maybe to be his own guide? Or it was simply to prevent themselves from **** up or something, although they were completely overthinking this aspect, and their ancestors had not been born for eighteen generations when they started hunting.
Vito has hunted in almost all areas, terrains and lands, from the African savannah, the Amazon rainforest, the great plains of North America to the Siberia ice field, basically Vito has hunted everywhere you can imagine hunting.
He still remembers that time in Siberia, he and that old **** went out hunting together, he vaguely remembered that their goal was to go east through the frozen land of Siberia, and go to the Far East to deal with the evil disasters summoned by the idiots of the local cult.
He hunted with the old bastard, and after a day of hunting, he didn't even catch a rabbit. In the end, it was a deer that Vito killed that day. Seriously, his skills in this area have always been very good. Not so much, he is better at philosophical speculation and planning for the future.
Although he is better than himself in terms of martial arts, Vito has never been able to defeat him, but he always has a way to disgust him and win by surprise, using skills to win.
They walked on the sandbar for a long time, from the time when the sun first rose to gradually moving towards the middle, time passed quickly like wind and sand, but until now they didn't even see a single moving thing.
Vito followed behind the patriarch's son with a gun on his back, his eyes looked around calmly, he was an experienced hunter and so were his subordinates, they didn't feel restless or restless, but continued to search the surrounding land calmly.
The hunting team crossed the endless desert, walking through sand dunes and valleys, the barren wasteland against the surroundings, and the breath of death shrouded this land and the entire planet.
Today's Terra has long lost any vitality at all. Almost the entire planet has turned into this kind of earthy yellow. The only color changes are ice fields and magma plains. It is not at all to describe this place as a dead world. Too much.
And the people who can survive here are all strong. These tenacious and fierce tribal people live on this land. Year after year, generation after generation, the traces of civilization have long since faded, and what is left behind are fierce and fierce. tough.
Vito looked at them for some reason and began to think, if the old bastard's army could prove to them, what a powerful military force they would create with training and strengthening, it might be enough to unify and divide human civilization.
But thinking about Vito, he cursed in a low voice, why would he think about that old bastard? Fuck it, he can go wherever he likes!
Vito's cursing only lasted for a moment. He saw the patriarch's son raised his hand to signal everyone to stop. He picked up the shotgun and quickly climbed up the side of the ridge, and the hunters under his command followed suit one by one. Done.
The patriarch's son climbed halfway up the mountain with his gun in hand. He turned his head and yelled something impatiently at Vito. Vito couldn't understand, but judging from the tone, it wasn't a good word.
Vito smiled and grabbed the sniper rifle and climbed up the ridge. His speed was very fast and skilled, even faster than the local hunters. He was the first person to come to the patriarch's son.
The patriarch's son sized him up and then looked down the ridge. Vito also followed his line of sight. They were a group of desert yaks. Well, although they looked very different from cattle, that's what people called them. Yes, it's not me who took this name.
Hunters with burly bodies and tall humps gather under the ridges, chewing moss and cacti in the shadows. Their hard and thick teeth allow them to grind rocks or any objects, and use their powerful digestive power to crush It is converted into nutrients and stored in the hump.
These animals can rely on this ability to survive in the desert for a long time, migrating from one sandbar to another, they are hardy survivors, just like the original people of this land.
The hunters all climbed up. They took up their shotguns and aimed at the yaks. The patriarch's son also put the **** of the gun on his shoulder and locked his eyes on the sight.
Vito did the same thing after he chopped them down. His scope locked the back of a yak's head. From here, the bullet could penetrate the junction of the skull and the spine and easily enter the brain without having to fight with the yak. Skull head-to-head.
The yaks didn't notice the threat above them at all, they continued to chew their food, while the hunters had gradually pressed the trigger, Vito took a deep breath and was about to pull the trigger.
But suddenly the yaks all raised their heads, and so did the hunters, and Vito with them looked up at a cloud of dust in the desert, from which a big thing was galloping.
A train, a turbojet train running on the desert, a rocket turbo nozzle is installed on the back of the armored train, and the plasma fire is violently ejected from it, and the train speeds across the desert with the help of its powerful propulsion go ahead.
The herds of cattle started to flee in all directions, and they fled towards the sandbar. The hunters subconsciously hid behind the ridge, and Vito also increased with them for some reason.
The train passed the side of the valley at high speed. Vito looked behind the ridge towards the end of the train that was driving away. There was a sign painted on the end of the armored train, a triangular sign with edges.
Following the departure, the patriarch's son stood up first, and he immediately aimed his shotgun at the herd of yaks. The patriarch's son cursed, cursing at the train and cursing the outsiders in it.
Now their distance is too far, it has reached the hunter's limit range limit, no one can guarantee to hit the prey.
except him.
Vito set up his gun in front of the patriarch's son and the hunters. He squatted halfway behind the ridge and set up the sniper rifle among the rocks. His eyes looked at the running prey from behind the sniper scope.
The hooves of the yak herd stepped on the sand and raised a cloud of dust, and the tall giant beasts rushed through the sandstorm, and their khaki fur almost blended with the sand and dust, making them indistinguishable.
The patriarch's son said something jokingly, as if telling Vito to give up, they couldn't hit the outsider, let alone anything, but Vito laughed.
"Know what title they gave me?" Vito said with a smile, his eyes locked on a shadow.
"Vindicare "The Assassin"."
Vito pulled the trigger, and the bullet was fired from the barrel at an extremely fast speed. The silver bullet pierced through the dust and smoke and shot into it, and a scream rang out in the smoke and dust.
After all the yak herds were gone, the dust raised by them gradually dissipated. A fallen yak was exposed in front of them. The hunters were surprised to see the motionless yak, which was killed by a single shot.
The patriarch's son also looked at the yak in astonishment, Vito stood up with his gun and patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, let's take it back and hand it over to Sara and the others."
Hearing his sister's name, the patriarch's son was furious. He was just about to say something that Vito had already climbed down the ridge, and even joked about it.
"Are you coming?" His voice came from below.
The hunters all began to crawl downwards, and the patriarch's son looked at the prey and cursed in a low voice, and also turned down the ridge.
Vito grabbed the cliff on the ridge and looked into the distance. He looked at the dust raised by the train in the distance, and then looked northwest, towards the direction of Astlau.
He was silent for a moment and then continued to descend.
"I won't fight for you, old fool."
(end of this chapter)
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