N-A-A Chapter 16 Blood
Chapter 16 Blood
For a post-apocalyptic convoy, searching for survivors under the cover of night is obviously a thankless and arduous task, but given the potential for finding something...
Every member was filled with indescribable excitement.
Please, that's a biohazard plugin!
In the era of catastrophe, some rare plugins are truly capable of changing one's fate.
Take, for example, Barto Critamo, a middle-aged man in his forties.
Why was he able to become a minor leader in the Doomsday Car Team?
Is it because he is old and ugly?
Do not--
It was all because of a powerful biochemical plugin.
Then, the social class was transcended.
Since the eldest brother made his fortune through this stuff, the younger brother naturally couldn't escape it.
Men need dreams! For these convoy of raiders.
For the survivors still in the wilderness, traveling and resting for various reasons—
This is definitely not good news.
They carry the hopes of the raiders, but they will also suffer the malice that follows the shattering of those hopes.
Just like—
Bang!
The blond-haired man shook his slightly numb hand; the barrel of the pistol was still warm.
At his feet, an obese middle-aged man was spitting blood, his tongue cut out, and he could not make a sound.
There was a hole in his chest.
"Why did you kill him?"
Beside him, a long-haired man sighed.
"Otherwise what? The boss just said on the phone that he'd handle it however he wanted. Are you going to acknowledge him as your father?"
"Fuck you! I just wanted to play a game." The long-haired man's voice was full of regret.
The blond-haired man put away his gun and stomped on the middle-aged man's chest.
"What game is it?"
"Let's walk the dog."
Upon hearing this word, the blond-haired man's eyes lit up, and he grabbed a rope from the SUV next to him.
"It's fine now too."
"It went flat after being dragged on the ground a couple of times, maybe next time."
"We might not run into anyone next time." The blond-haired man was clearly in high spirits and had no intention of giving up.
He deftly looped a rope around the middle-aged man's head, while the other end was tied to the frame at the rear of the vehicle.
Then, the off-road vehicle began to move...
The long-haired man sat in the passenger seat, idly tapping on the crack in the car window.
"Oh, by the way, I just found a photo in the old man's clothes behind me. It looks like his daughter. She's quite pretty."
"What's wrong? Regretting not acknowledging him as your father?"
"Bullshit, I was just wondering if his daughter would still recognize the old man's body if we gave it to her?"
Just as Huang Mao was about to answer, a large rock suddenly appeared in his line of sight.
The steering wheel immediately turned sharply—
Bang!
The vehicle was unharmed, but the body, tied with a rope at the back, slammed firmly onto the rocks.
"You probably won't recognize him now." The blond guy glanced at the rearview mirror and smiled with narrowed eyes.
The long-haired man patted him.
"What's wrong?"
The former shook the bracelet on his wrist.
"The boss called."
……
Snapped.
Xu Yang slapped himself, opened his eyes, and looked frustrated.
Those who frequently go camping know that in the wild, besides the hassle of setting up camp and handling food, the ubiquitous mosquitoes that swarm around in the mountains are an unavoidable part of the experience.
As the buzzing of mountain mosquitoes continued in his ears, his face began to itch, hurt, and burn.
Xu Yang knew he couldn't sleep.
Snapped.
Looking at his palm in the light of the campfire, he saw that it was indeed empty. He felt helpless, like a child.
As his gaze shifted to the other side, his heart ached even more—
Why are all the mosquitoes targeting me...?
On the opposite side, Lily was lying on her side in the bed, the faint firelight illuminating her beautiful, fair face.
"She's only seventeen."
Xu Yang's thoughts wandered aimlessly.
If this were the world before she transmigrated, a girl of this age would probably still be in school. And judging from her appearance, she would likely be very popular with her teachers and classmates—
Snapped.
Another slap that failed to achieve its purpose.
Xu Yang scratched his itchy face, his thoughts pulled back to the present.
Why is it that there's some kind of protective barrier around Lily, and not a single mosquito can be seen, while on my side...
He covered his head with his clothes, but the hot breath he exhaled spread to his face, making him feel uncomfortably hot.
Immediately, he ripped off his clothes.
Ugh……
The campfire gradually died out under the resentful gaze. Apart from that night in the shelter, no night had ever been longer than tonight.
……
I don't know how much time passed.
The sky seemed even darker, or perhaps it was indistinguishable to begin with. Xu Yang heard the sound of someone turning over next to him.
Woke up?
He turned his head and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
"She has nightmares too."
Across from her, the girl's face was scrunched up tightly, and the clothes she was wearing had slipped halfway down as she turned over.
It seems something is happening in my dream.
This doesn't look like a good thing.
In her weary gaze, her breathing became slightly erratic, and her body twisted slightly outward—
Bang!
Without any warning.
A bright red flower suddenly bloomed on her body.
It is warm.
It was poured onto the glowing charcoal, producing a clear sizzling sound, followed by a startling awakening of the brain.
is blood.
Gunshot!
The weariness in Xu Yang's eyes completely disappeared.
……
On the other side of the forest, two cars were parked below the mountain road.
Qi Yuan, having removed his glasses, skillfully pulled the bolt of his sniper rifle.
"Is he/she dead?"
Barto stood beside him, along with two other people: the blond-haired man and the long-haired man who had come all the way.
"Almost there, just one more."
Qi Yuan pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Pull the bolt.
Bang!
Pull the bolt.
Bang!
……
"Dead?"
Qi Yuan looked away from the sniper scope, his voice filled with disbelief: "He... dodged it."
Before Barto could speak, the blond-haired man standing behind him crossed his arms, his tone laced with mockery.
"You didn't misread it, did you?"
Qi Yuan gave him a cold glance, wiped his sniper scope, and lowered his head to continue aiming.
"I have night vision; you might not be able to see as clearly as I can during the day."
He aimed the gun steadily at the distant hillside again, held his breath, and everything in his vision was clearer than during the day.
The embers on the campfire charcoal, the creases on the two backpacks, and the composite bow that killed the werewolf.
Every detail is vividly displayed.
The crosshair moved to the man's head, where he was holding a dying girl in his arms, his eyes like those of a frightened deer.
Qi Yuan's fingers curled slightly—
"Then why can't you hit it?"
The piercing sound reached his ears, and the finger that was about to pull the trigger paused for a moment, causing the target to drift away from the sights.
Qi Yuan's forehead veins throbbed, and he suppressed the urge to turn the gun around.
The blond-haired man still had a grin on his face, while the long-haired man tugged at his clothes.
But he didn't seem to appreciate it.
"So it's just vegetables—"
That's enough.
That was Barto's voice; he had one hand on the blond-haired man's shoulder, and his wrinkled face showed no kindness.
"OK."
Instantly, the blond-haired man's eyes cleared.
Qi Yuan took a deep breath, his sights searched again and aimed at the prey in the night, his fingers gently flexing and extending.
Even if you try to hide, how many more shots can you dodge?
……
Meanwhile, in the camp.
Xu Yang's heart was pounding like a drum, and his chest was already soaked with sweat.
He held Lily in his arms.
Blood gushed from the girl's collarbone, staining his collar damp and creating a chilling warmth.
"right."
The girl's weak voice came through.
Without any hesitation, Xu Yang suddenly pushed off to the right.
Bang!
The bullet passed right through the spot where he had just been standing almost the next second.
Xu Yang hugged Lily tightly and rolled down the slope of the camp mound, his adrenaline still pumping like crazy.
My legs are shaking.
What happened? Lily suddenly stirred in her sleep, then a gunshot, blood…
Did the bullet pierce the neck or the collarbone?
Someone is sniping them!
His mind was a complete mess.
My fingers felt sticky, and warm blood smeared all over my palms.
Lower your head.
Lily looked at him, her pupils the color of blood.
Everything is black in the dark.
"Stop the bleeding, yes, stop the bleeding."
Xu Yang snapped out of his daze and frantically pressed his clothes against the bleeding spot.
The girl in my arms was very light, and she didn't make a sound when I pressed my clothes against her torn flesh.
Xu Yang's eyes widened.
"Don't die, big sister."
He hurriedly cut off a piece of cloth with his dagger, not knowing if it would constrict his blood vessels or something, and wrapped it around the wound.
Fresh blood is much warmer than hands, but hands tremble when immersed in blood.
After several seconds of silence, Xu Yang finally heard Lily's weak voice.
"Put me down."
This was the first thing Xu Yang said besides reminding her to dodge bullets. He shifted his position and gently placed the girl on the ground.
It was that damnedly cold tone again, only his breathing had become even weaker. "Someone's coming. Go down the mountain, to the anthill. Hurry."
An anthill?
"Yes, yes, to there." Xu Yang finally found his goal from the panic and reached out to pick up the girl.
Snapped.
Lily slapped his hand away.
"I'm dying."
she says.