Hunter of the Perished World

I'm tired of being human. Even if a sniper has the same skill, he must be tired if he is aiming for the same place for several hours. Soon, Tum is relatively long to look at the scope and aim and shoot.

Even better if the darkness of the night hides their bodies there.

Slatters aiming for a single moment of escape, and hunters looking to hunt everyone at that moment, too, were waiting for that moment.

It is just a peaceful landscape of a perishable world where rivers flow and the wind leaves flutter.

However, in the unseen, there was still a staggering neurological event.

The one who wants to escape, the one who wants to hunt. The conflict was breathless among them, though it was invisible.

An hour or two later, an ant did not move. There seems to be nothing, but there is. But as the struggle continued, Leona had a lot on her mind.

Could the target have gone to the ground, or could it have escaped somewhere while I was idle? I don't think it's meaningless to wait like this. Maybe we should just charge in and wipe them all out.

It was really hard to be patient enough to think about everything.

Gene, however, was looking at the target point with the same expression as before.

Fortunately, Gene and Leona had another advantage, which was in the place where the slatters had hidden themselves.

Their hidden armored cars and chariots are naturally made of metal, and now it's the middle of the summer.

A glove car heated by the sun is like a blaze. Naturally, it was rising to Azrang around the hot waste trains and armored cars. Slatters must hide in it from the sniper's eyes.

It will be hot enough to say that the temperature in the glove car is hot enough. Slatters have a choice between steaming to death in there and blowing holes in their heads.

That's why slatters have so many thoughts in their heads that they can't compare to Leona.

Maybe he's gone by now. Are they still looking at us? Are they still watching from the same place? Is it possible to keep waiting in this hot weather? Isn't it weird to wait like this? I'm going to die in the heat. I'm going to die because my brain is cooked, not my gun.

A lot of those thoughts come into Slatters' head and disappear.

Slatters are killing their breath at the crossroads of choice. They could not exchange doctors because they were hiding in different places now. The sniper may have already left. Then it would be foolish to stay in the armored car.

When the idea of whether or not to continue to escape in the minds of four people is spread with a sense of crisis that if you don't escape more and more, you might get steamed to death.

The game begins.

'One of you go out first.'

I have the same idea in the minds of four surviving slatters. I want someone to run out and check for snipers. There was no hierarchy in this group of slatters, and there was no one to command.

Of course, I don't know if I'll listen to you if you give me an order in this situation.

Those who are hunted are not fools after all.

Everyone didn't cry out for someone to leave first. Everyone knows their silence confuses the sniper. If the slatters think they've boiled to high temperatures, the sniper will come to check, and then we'll have to attack them together.

That's why, with no one's voice out loud, the silent game begins.

Someone needs to use their body to check the sniper's integrity. The one who gets tired of high temperatures plays the role.

By about five hours, the slatters had already reached their limit, and eventually a panel of judges started running out of the armored car. At this rate, I was going to die.

Paan!

"Huff!"

And even before he took three steps exhausted and exhausted from the heat, his head was pierced with a wave sound.

It was a fierce reflex nerve that could not be seen as the shooting of a patient person for five hours. It takes less than a second to capture and shoot the target.

Jin calmly reloads and looks back across the river. Gene continues to look at it with a focus that is no different from when he started shooting. Slatters were appalled at the sound of that, but not to mention the horror Leona saw next to her.

You look more like a monster than a monster, maintaining the same boundary level as before.

Now three slatters, they confirm the sniper is intact. That's why I could never go outside even if I boiled to death.

By the time the burning sun had subsided and gradually moved to the other side, Leona was now looking at the silent riverside and raising other questions.

Pretending to be, I suspect the remaining three slatters died in the ticking armored car. Leona would have fainted an hour ago if she were herself.

I doubt they're already watching the dead, but Jean is still staring across the street silently.

After the sun was completely gone, evening came. In the darkness, Gene still had his gaze fixed on the front. Gene takes a single word out of the silence.

"Eat some fresh potatoes."

It wasn't the right situation to cook, and Leona nods her head to know that.

Leona crawls down the hill and pulls out a fresh potato and knife and cuts it down to an easy-to-eat size. Then I crawled back up to Gin.

Leona pushes the unspoken cut potatoes into Gin's mouth, and Gin glances at them, then immediately picks up the pieces of potatoes without a word.

Isaac.

Only the sound of Leona and Gin chewing the raw potatoes resonates very quietly. Leona cut two potatoes and split them. Leona stares at Gin, and Gin looks at her like that. He doesn't say anything, doesn't have a call, but Gene seems to know what Leona's talking about.

Do you want more? '

That's how he looks, and Gene shakes his head. The armored car was still, and even after more than four hours of eating potatoes, it was still.

By midnight, Leona was half sure the slatters were steamed to death. But he didn't say anything, because he was judging. Eventually, Leona fell into a deep, dark slumber, unable to overcome her fatigue around one o'clock in the morning. Even though the night dew was cold, there was no big problem because it was summer. In fact, it was great just to have survived so far.

In the long silence, you don't know what happened to the slatters in the armored car. Now, even if he's alive or dead, Gene remains still. Gene doesn't move, except that it's full of magazines just in case.

Paan!

"Huff!"

Shortly before dawn, Leona woke up screaming without even knowing it, just before the black night passed.

Huff... Puff!

Leona gets an idea of the situation and keeps her mouth shut. Gene reloads without hesitation and fires after finishing his aim.

Paan!

A total of three shots were fired, and Gene said, looking at Leona with a stiff face.

"It's over."

Gene, who organized the last three slatters, said briefly.

Leona realizes by looking at the sheer face of that gin. Patience is the most important thing to a hunter.

Gene's lurk time totals 13 hours. And it only took about seven seconds to shoot the last three slaters. A hunter means someone who can wait thirteen hours for just seven seconds. Gene gets up from his seat, and Leonardo scrambles up and goes down Hilltop.

"Why did they jump out at the same time? I'm not an idiot."

"I left one running on purpose."

"Hmm? Ah... Yes."

Leona nods as if she's realized something.

One man starts running, and Gene doesn't shoot him on purpose. It's almost dawn, and the only way to escape from the darkness is now. You hear one whip and there's no gunfire, so the others jump out of the cover and start running.

And Gene shot one by one when all three of them were out of the cover. Releases, neglects hunting and destroys the Pokémon.

It is impossible for an ordinary person to wait thirteen hours for the prey to appear and remain calm.

But Gene wasn't as colorful or too tired as he always was.

"Can you swim?"

"Ah…. Yes."

"Then let's cross."

Now that the hunt is over, you must capture the loot. And this is the most exciting moment in the hunt.

There were seven bodies, and two bodies of scavengers. One died from a gunshot wound, one was caught by Slater, then crawled to the side of the river and died of excessive bleeding. The long blood trail was not a pretty sight.

Leona squeezes her wet head and approaches the ruins of the armored car. Gene searches Slater's body for useful items. Everyone's death was clean through the head.

Leona was looking around to see if she was interested in the iron gun Slatters used.

"Are you going to use this?"

"No way."

"Then can I have one?"

"... must be heavy."

It wasn't that big a gun. Each one had a different gun. However, it was something to be coveted if not heavily armed like Gin in that it could be loaded with bolts and used as a 5.56mm shotgun.

"First, gather weapons and useful items over here."

"Got it."

Leona and Jean move diligently to find the loot. Gene searches the body, and Leona approaches the junk wagon.

As soon as she opens the cargo hold, Leona jumps up and down.

"Fuck!"

"What's going on…."

Leona screams in haste, and Gene approaches Leona and finds out why. Leona sighs, frowning.

"Crazy bastards."

There were a lot of dead bodies. Arms and legs have already begun to decompose, and there are many bugs around. Leona mutters with her mouth covered in nausea. I was used to monster corpses, but even Leonardo was surprised to see something like this in an unexpected place.

Of course, it was Leona's fault for not checking the blood stains on the junk wagon itself properly.

"Why are you carrying a dead body around..."

"They'll carry it around to eat."

"I didn't ask.... You don't have to answer."

Leona mutters with a rotten expression.

Gene turns back to the corpse, and Leona takes a deep breath every time she opens the cargo hold and starts opening it. Fortunately, there were only two bodies, and the rest were loaded with tools and equipment, cookware, shotguns and ammunition. Gene inspects the junk wagon's cargo after finishing the exhumation.

"Hmm, looks like a bunch of wandering slatters. Good for us."

If they were settlers and raiders around, they'd store their belongings at the headquarters, but luckily, they're the ones carrying everything in Junk Wagon, so they were able to rob Slater of his entire fortune.

Gene arranges the spoils of war. Except the body, of course.

"Hmm…. These guys have a lot of ammo."

Some had 5.56 mm ammunition, some had 7.62 mm ammunition, some had calibre for handguns.

'Looks like it was made with ammunition.'

13 iron guns, tools, cooking tools, 5.56 mm ammunition 87 rounds, 7.62 mm ammunition 23 rounds, 19 9mm ammunition, 293 chips.

This was the amount of useful supplies, as well as a substantial amount of 5.56 mm ammunition for AKM as well as seven extra rounds of 7.62 mm ammunition for hunting. Even if you clear the total amount, you won't get ten magazines, but after all, fighting in the wilderness is the most important thing to get ammunition. In that regard, slater hunting was able to leave the chip and gain a considerable amount of loot.

Gene picks up the ammo and chips, and checks the iron guns one by one. After checking the firearms and triggers, you picked the one that was the best. Even though it was stocked with 5.56 mm ammunition, it still had a smooth firearm, it was also the best polished and the parts were the most sourced. The fever is the shortest, making it relatively lighter.

Above all, the gun was the only one equipped with a gauge.