But why in the daytime?!
Before he had time to think about this question, Lucius suddenly raised the muzzle of his gun, and while pulling the trigger, he shouted sharply.
"Spread!"
boom--!
The muzzle shoots flames.
However, it was too far away and the bullet missed its target, leaving a deep bullet hole in the wall behind the crawler.
Enraged by the splashed stones and shrapnel, the creeper bit off the leg bone held in his mouth, and let out a mournful roar from his blood-drenched mouth.
"Aw!"
The players were all frightened by this momentum. They stood motionless next to the cart, as if their feet were glued to the ground.
F*ck!
This is so much more shocking than the Predator!
"I want you to say it several times! Get away from the cart!" Lucius roared, without stopping at all, quickly pulling the bolt of the gun and continuing to shoot, firing several bullets in a row.
Thanks to the experience accumulated in hunting these days, although he didn't become a sharpshooter who pointed and shot, at least it made his reloading movement much smoother than when he first touched the gun.
The four arms of the crawler danced quickly, and soon his figure flashed, and he got into the window beside him.
At this time, the two players finally reacted, hurriedly raised their guns, and aimed nervously.
"My lord, we are not going anywhere!"
"No, that's right! Swear to the death to defend—"
"I tell you to get away from the food!"
Looking at these two idiots who were still stuttering and reciting their lines, Lucius wished he could give them a kick in the ass.
But now is clearly not the time to do so.
He could feel that danger was approaching quickly.
Crawlers are different from nibblers. Although both are products of the erosion of mutated fungi, the latter is obviously more like a zombie without autonomous consciousness, only retaining the instinct of eating, afraid of the sun, and its fighting power is even inferior to the mutated hyena.
But the former is different. This guy is almost the same as a 'living' creature. They don't rely on instinct to hunt, but rely on their minds.
Not only can they think about tactics, but they can even chase after targets that have been lost from their field of vision. The sun can make them feel afraid, but it can't restrict their actions.
Which idiot provoked this thing out!
A drop of cold sweat slipped across Lucius's forehead, his eyes flicked to the concrete builders along the street, his nerves tensed to the extreme.
left? Or the right-
Seeing an afterimage out of the corner of his eye, Lucius suddenly turned his gun and pointed at the second floor of the shop along the street on the right.
Almost at the same time, the hideous crawler waved its four arms and rushed towards him ferociously.
boom--!
The index finger on the trigger moved by itself. In the blink of an eye, the bullet luckily hit the shoulder of the eater.
Black blood splattered everywhere.
The crawler screamed in pain, rolled and fell to the ground.
Although it was half a beat slow, the two players finally reacted and quickly raised the 5mm iron-barrel rifle in their hands to fire.
However, since the two guns were of inferior quality without rifling, and neither of them had any shooting experience, the two gunshots of bang bang made them feel lonely.
No hair touched.
The gunshot wound on the shoulder didn't stop the crawler, but aroused its bloodiness. It rolled and adjusted its body shape, rushing recklessly towards the target it thought was the most threatening.
Death comes like the wind.
Lucius, who had just finished reloading, almost instinctively let go of the iron-pipe rifle in his hand, pulled out the steel pipe he had inserted behind his back as a javelin, and laid it across in front of him, holding back the big mouth that was biting him.
The steel pipe creaked unbearably, Lucius clenched his teeth tightly, and every inch of muscle in his body was stretched to the limit.
However, 9 points of strength may be different from ordinary people, but it is still slightly inferior in front of aliens like crawler.
Even though Lucius tried his best, he still felt that his feet were gradually losing control of the ground. The alien crawling on the ground was pushed back with brute force, and slammed into the broken down bus in the middle of the road.
Boom——!
The completely corroded car shell was cracked and dented, and Lucius felt that he lost consciousness behind his back for a moment.
However, precisely because of this, the threat of death ignited his instinct for survival.
"F*ck!"
His eyes gradually turned bloodshot, staring at the approaching fangs.
Lucius suddenly felt that a force was continuously gushing out from his dilated blood vessels, and he actually forced his big mouth to stop abruptly, and even faintly forced it back.
Perhaps smelling a hint of danger from the prey in front of him, the crawler suddenly raised his two forearms, intending to grab the prey's shoulders and tear him apart completely!
However, in the midst of this flash, two gunshots rang out one after another. One shot hit the bus, and the other hit the creeper in the shoulder blade.
"Aw—!"
The crawler who was shot in the back let out a miserable howl.
The fangs biting the steel pipe subconsciously loosened, and the head suddenly rose backwards, losing balance and control of the prey for a moment.
"Ahh! Go to hell!"
Throwing away the gun in his hand, Tomorrow picked up the 9mm iron-barrel rifle that Lucius had dropped earlier, and charged forward with a howl.
Good marksmanship?
Then stick to it!
boom--!
The trigger was pulled, flames sprayed, and black blood exploded on the crawler's back. The shot was still not deadly enough, but it was enough.
Lucius seized the opportunity, raised the steel pipe that was completely bent into a V shape in his hand, and plunged the pointed end into the crawler's neck.
One.
Twice.
Three times!
Then he stirred with all his strength.
Black blood spurted out wildly, like a faucet turned on, soaring into the sky, drenching Lucius all over.
The crawler let out a shriveled howl, waved its arms indiscriminately, struggled backwards, and finally fell heavily on the ground in a distorted posture, twitched a few times, and stopped moving.
Lucius, who was leaning on the bus, panted, raised his arms to wipe off the black blood on his face, and spat on the ground.
"Thanks."
Looking at the bloody manager, the two players were shocked.
So strong!
If they were to play, let alone fight back and forth with the crawler, they would be gone if they couldn't hold out for even one round.
"You're welcome... I'll help you up."
Tomorrow was the first to come to his senses.
Seeing that the plot should be over, he immediately stepped forward to help the manager up, but the manager raised his hand and stopped him.
"No, I'll take a break..."
Panting, Lucius glanced at his arm with bulging veins, as if he saw the beating of blood vessels under the muscles.
Is this the potential hidden in the genetic sequence...
When he was pushed to a desperate situation before, he felt an infinite force gushing out from his arms, and he was even able to compete with the crawler.
It's hard to describe the feeling just now.
Gently clenched his sore fists, Lucius decided to have a physical examination after going back. He wondered what happened to his body just now.
At this time, Walker, who was carrying a gun, also came over.
"Master Manager, should we go to the nearby shop to rest for a while? The street is too empty, I'm worried that there will be danger..."
"Indeed, with so many gunshots just now, someone nearby must have heard what they said." Tomorrow also echoed.
In fact, Lucius wanted to say that any survivor who heard the howling of the crawler would hide away and would not even dare to look this way.
But at this moment, his whole body's muscles are sore as if broken, and he really needs to take a rest.
"Alright...Tomorrow, help me to the restaurant across the street. Walker, drag our cart to the door."
Walker nodded vigorously.
"Okay! By the way, does the crawler's body need to be recovered?"
Lucius shook his head.
"Need not. Its meat is inedible."
The crawler's nervous system has been completely corroded by mutant fungi, every inch of cell contains deadly neurotoxins.
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Strictly speaking, the black blood that drenched his body was also poisonous, but talking about toxicity regardless of the dose is a hooligan, as long as you don't take a few sips, basically nothing will happen.
Besides, he has a constitution of 7 points, and his recovery ability, abnormal state resistance, and immunity are basically 140% of normal adult males, and he is not so easy to be poisoned.
Speaking of which, I don't know if this crawler is considered a mammal, and whether it can be thrown into the active substance extractor and returned to the furnace.
If you can get the generator, you can give it a try.
Only……
Glancing at the cart full of food, Lucius sighed silently in his heart.
Pity.
No more weight.
You can't pile up that guy's body on the food you want to eat...
...
Walker trotted towards the direction of the cart.
With one hand on Tomorrow's shoulder, Lucius limped towards the restaurant across the corner.
However, when the two passed through the open door of the store and were about to find a place to sit and rest for a while, they suddenly noticed a person sitting in front of the bar counter of the restaurant.
It was a woman with red hair.
His heroic face was pale from blood loss, his slender eyebrows were furrowed, and beads of sweat could be seen on his forehead.
The worst part was the bottom—her entire right leg below the knee was gone, and the wound was only covered with a torn half of the sleeve and a bandage.
Good guy.
It turned out to be your hatred.
But she still didn't pass out, really strong.
Now Lucius finally figured out where the human leg that the crawler was holding in his mouth just now came from.
"New NPC!"
Tomorrow was still surprised, Lucius had already snatched his rifle from him, and aimed at the woman lying on the ground without hesitation.
"You'd better be honest...my injury is less serious than yours."
The woman's hand has touched the pistol on the ground.
Seeing that the muzzle of gun was already aimed at herself, she curled her lips in appointment, pushed the pistol to Lucius's feet, and simply closed her eyes.
"Is she an enemy?"
Noticing the manager's actions, Tomorrow nervously confirmed the identity of the other party to him, but in the latter's view, asking this question in the wasteland itself is stupid.
"How do I know?"
It doesn't matter either.
Giving an ambiguous answer, Lucius motioned him to help himself to sit on the chair next to him, then he pulled the bolt into the chamber with a 'click', and slapped the rifle on the table.
Hearing the sound of the bullet being loaded, the woman's eyebrows twitched suddenly, and regret was written in her tightly closed eyes.
Who would have thought of this.
The gun in this guy's hand is actually not loaded...
Although his body was in severe pain, Lucius still squeezed out a happy expression from his face.
"We can talk now."
The woman tried to calm down and said calmly.
"What do you want to know?"
Lucius didn't go around in circles, he first reported his family name, and then went straight to the point.
"Lucius, your name?"
"Sumeria."
"Who are you?"
"Mercenaries from Boulder City."
"Where are your teammates, just you?"
"Dead."
"Oh... how many died?"
The corners of Sumeria's mouth twitched, and she gritted her teeth and said.
"Three... except for me, all of them are dead."
Lucius nodded, looked at Walker who was coming from the door with a cart, and said in English.
"Just put your things at the door, don't drag them in, go look around here, and see if there is any... corpse dressed like the lady on the ground."
"If you find it, bring back the equipment on them."
Walker looked at the woman slumped in front of the bar in bewilderment, not knowing where this NPC came from.
Huh?!
Missed the plot again?
Staring at the man who turned and left, Sumeria's eyes flickered slightly. She could neither understand the birdsong that Lucius said, nor did she know what this man was doing.
"By the way, I almost forgot to ask you, what happened to that crawler?" Lucius looked at Sumeria who opened his eyes, and then asked, "How did you get into it?"
"It was after us," Sumeria said frankly, without concealing it, "We were searching for the entrance of Shelter 117, and we met it... It chased us all the way from the subway, and we were almost wiped out .”
Crawlers can be tricky, especially in tight terrain, even for seasoned veterans.
It was also the first time for Lucius to come across this thing. He had only heard old Charlie from Beit Street say that when he encountered a monster with four hands, he ran as fast as he could.
Thinking about it now, it's a good thing I didn't listen to that old man.
How could this be possible to escape for such thing?
"The entrance to shelter 117? What's that?" Lucius asked curiously.
"I don't know. We only know that its approximate location is near the New World Department Store Station on Line 7 in the northern suburbs of Spring City. It contains the things our employer wants."
Lucius nodded.
He didn't really care if what this guy said was true or not, and he didn't care at all. There might be some good stuff in shelter 117, but it wasn't worth the risk.
Look at this poor woman.
Even professionals have been beaten like this, maybe there is any danger waiting there.
The most urgent task now is to develop and expand the outpost, and Lucius does not intend to cause extra problems. When the strength grows in the future, wouldn't it be nice to throw it directly as a copy to the players for research?
Why take that risk yourself.
Seeing that Lucius didn't seem very interested, Sumeria asked tentatively.
"You're not interested?"
"Why should I be interested."
"I heard there's a powered armor inside."
"Oh, did you see it? Let me see the photo."
"……No."
Lucius smiled lightly.
For him, chatting with this guy is just a way to pass the time, and when Walker comes back after licking the bag, he probably has enough rest.
He will keep the pistol on the ground for her. As for whether she can live or not, it has nothing to do with him.
"By the way, is your hair dyed or natural?"
Sumeria was stunned for a moment.
This topic was too jumpy, and she didn't react for a while.
"...God, born."
"Oh, the color is nice, but it's time to wash your hair."
Sumeria glared at him angrily.
"Are you teasing me?"
Lucius smiled, thinking it was fun.
However, just when he was about to make some more jokes, there was a loud shout from the door.
"Let her go!"
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