Chapter 122 - chieftain

With just a simple sentence, he had revealed his secret to Lan Qi. People who risked their lives all year round would always have a peculiar aura on them. Ordinary people would not be able to detect this kind of aura, but they could forget about someone who had the same experience as Zero. Lan Qi had long since gotten used to this kind of atmosphere and neglected such a crucial factor.

In fact, if it weren't for such a tiny flaw, Lan Qi would have almost succeeded.

Although Lingyi had already guessed that the killer from Parkland wouldn't let this go so easily, other than a few days when he was unconscious, the following days were calm and peaceful. Even though his vigilance was zero, he still believed that the killer had given up on continuing to attack in Phoenix City. Until yesterday, when Dr. David, who had come to give a zero return visit, had a slight abnormal aura on his body.

This Qi was not easy to detect, but in order to examine the body for Zero, the two had to come in close contact before Zero could detect it. From this, he learned that Parkland's killer had not given up. And from the proximity of Dr. Davy, he was doing it at both ends.

If it was just a normal smell, Lan Qi could have covered it up with all sorts of powders and medicines. However, the death aura on his body could not be concealed by tools, unless he was a high-level esper in the Domain of Perception. This could be done by creating a barrier on the surface of his body that cut off all perception. It was a pity that Lan Qi wasn't an expert in sensing the domain, which was why he failed.

The White-headed Eagle was quick to make a decision. As soon as it hit the wall, its body trembled and several scalpels hidden in the doctor's uniform shot out. In order to not attract any attention from Phoenix City, Lan Qi didn't bring any guns with him when he entered or left the hospital. Otherwise, the bullets that would have killed him would not have come from a few scalpels.

Naturally, the scalpel was not zeroed. He just leaned back and the scalpel missed its target. However, when he pulled his body back, the White-headed Monarch was long gone. Shouts and curses came from outside the ward, followed by a sheriff rushing in with three soldiers. The fight in the ward had naturally alarmed them, but the killer had already left. After a simple inquiry, the sheriff brought his men with him.

Zero knew that Parkland's killer would never be able to stay in the city. In other words, he would be able to rest in peace for the next few days.

His body was almost fully recovered. The most serious wound on his chest had also healed. Even his broken sternum had regrown. However, the short and intense exchange of blows had caused his chest to split open again. This meant that Zero would still have to stay in the hospital for a day or two.

The heat of the day had silenced the earth, especially at this time of day, when no living being was willing to be exposed to the intense ultraviolet light. A Overlord Scorpion emerged from the sand. This mutated scorpion was only the size of a fist, but it had two scorpion tails. The Overlord Scorpion's entire body was multi-colored. The poison produced by its poison sac could poison a violent bear to death in three minutes.

Because its poison was comparable to nuclear waste, this small scorpion was highly dangerous in this biological department, hence its name as the Overlord.

The scorpion left its hiding place and climbed onto the road. For no other reason than the tall human body on the road.

The human corpses were not only food for the Overlord Scorpion, but could also be used as a lair. Small mutated creatures like the King Scorpion would sometimes like to hide in human corpses and build their nests. Since it was convenient for them to eat, and the skin of the corpses provided a natural protective layer for the mutated insects, they killed two birds with one stone.

The Overlord Scorpion quickly arrived near the corpse. This was a tall man with a head of scarlet hair that was like flames. His relatively fresh muscles made the Overlord Scorpion salivate. The worm crawled to the corpse's face, its mouth opened wide as if it was inviting the Overlord Scorpion to enter.

Just as the scorpion was about to crawl in, a black cloud suddenly appeared. The scorpion still didn't know what had happened. A heavy piece of metal landed on its body. The Overlord Scorpion had grown up as a poison, but its body was as fragile as an ancestor of the old era. Unable to resist the heavy pressure of the metal, his body was immediately smashed into smithereens.

When the light yellow scorpion liquid left the metal hammer, a pair of feet appeared beside the metal hammer. Then the owner of the feet knelt, propping himself up on one arm so that he could lean over and lick the scorpion's fluid with his tongue.

The sour taste of the scorpion's liquid did not taste good, but in the wilderness, there was no water source. Therefore, after walking for almost a day, the footman couldn't care less. Before the earth's heat could dry up this rare liquid, he used his tongue to lick the scorpion fluid clean. Then he took the metal hammer away and carefully fiddled with the scorpion's nearly crushed body.

He picked out the crusts and toxic substances, and the scorpion meat, not even two grams in weight, was swept into his mouth. The flesh of the Overlord Scorpion was not fresh and delicious. On the contrary, it carried a fishy stench. It was rather disgusting to eat raw, but the husband managed to keep it from puking out, gritting his teeth as he swallowed it. But this was not enough to quench the hunger within him, so he turned his gaze to the tall male corpse beside him.

In the turbulent times, it was not new for humans to eat people in order to survive. Besides, now that he had crossed the border, he only wanted to eat this corpse. He had done something a hundred times more wicked than this before, so how could he hesitate for the sake of morality? However, the first man did hesitate, because there were huge bullet holes on the body, as well as the fatal wound on the forehead.

The ferryman was an experienced mercenary. He checked the corpse carefully and found two different bullet marks on it.

The bullet marks on the arms and shoulders of the corpse were much larger than those of other ordinary bullets. There was no doubt about its lethality. It could be seen from the wounds on the body. The man's wounds were lacerated and lacerated. If this bullet were to hit a vital point of the man, then only a high-grade combat technique would be able to survive.

However, the man's fatal wound was coming from between his eyebrows.

The bullet hole in his forehead was meticulous, and the bullet hole's surroundings were smooth and smooth. This meant that the other party was using an armor piercing bullet and a sniper rifle to fire at him. Only the kinetic energy provided by the sniper device could leave such a hole.

In other words, it would take at least two people to kill the man. This was because the two bullet marks on his body were completely different. It was obvious that they came from different firearms. The former was a weapon similar to the big caliber revolver, while the latter was a sniper weapon. One was close by, while the other was far away. It was impossible for a single person to operate both at the same time.

Judging from the malevolent look in the man's eyes as he wielded a giant metal hammer, it was obvious that he belonged to the Fighting Domain. Judging from the traces of battle on the road, it was easy to tell that the distance between the man and the other person with a powerful handgun was not more than ten meters.

As we all know, even the best gunman has to put some distance between himself and the enemy in order to have an advantage. Once the distance was closed, especially if the opponent was a Fighting Domain ability user, it would simply be a gunner's nightmare.

However, the scene in front of him had completely overturned the common sense of crossing a river. From the looks of it, the only thing left on the road was this corpse, while the gunner fighting him in close combat had actually survived. Of course, the sniper who shot a man in the forehead was the biggest contributor. But to be able to protect himself from a person with a close-combat ability, this gunner's skill was already frightening.

The man frowned, but couldn't think of anyone he knew who could meet this condition. However, when he gave up thinking about it, the image of Zero appeared in his mind.

Could it be him?

The two of them thought of zero. If there were any Adepts around Phoenix City that met this requirement, then it would be true. When he thought of how Zero could be that powerful, and how he, who had just lost an arm, could no longer use his second blade technique, he felt an inexplicable hatred for that extremely beautiful face of Zero.

Now, however, the hunger of one man at a time was overwhelming. He built sharp weapons all around to deconstruct the body for food. When a military knife was found sticking out of the corpse's waist, the Japanese swordsman happily pulled it out. As the wolf cub was about to stab into the dead body's chest, the wolf tattoo on the dead body caused the dead body to open up.

He suddenly burst out laughing, his laughter filled with a sense of pleasant surprise.

"The leader of the bandits? It's actually you, Scarlet Wolf? " The discovery made him give up eating the body. Or at the very least, the head of the Red Wolf should be preserved.

This was because this leader of the bandits had a bounty of 100 thousand Chinese dollars. That was the bounty that Titan City had released a few days ago, immediately setting a new record on the price of the Scarlet Wolf. It could be said that with the help of the Scarlet Wolf's head, one could earn a total of 100 thousand in Titan City. Such a good thing was actually picked up by him like a pie dropped by the heavens.

And while he was laughing in delight, the good fortune of crossing the river seemed to extend beyond that. The roar of the engine stung his ears, and he watched, squinting, as several off-road cars filled with men drove up from the distance and surrounded him.

In one of the SUVs, a tall, thin man stood up, pointed a gun at the man and screamed, "Who are you? Did you kill our boss? "

The two men looked at each other. The tattoo on their bodies was the same as the red wolf's, which allowed the Japanese swordsmen to identify them instantly. Suddenly, a good idea came to him. He lifted the tip of his foot, and Scarlet Wolf's metal hammer fell on one of his arms.

"My name is Suichi. From today onwards, I will be your new leader! "

"A cripple like you?" The thin man laughed, as did the other wolves in the jeep.

Only the husband, Bian Du, did not laugh. He raised his hammer and sneered, "That's right. Even if I only have one arm, it's enough to take care of all of you trash! "