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The gunshots are rough and heavy, with the unique metal gunpowder smell of old-fashioned guns. Turner's team is almost all experts in the field of guns, whether they are new or old birds. This gunshot sound does have a unique charm in their ears. The old-fashioned guns that can hit the targets at 1,500 meters obviously sacrificed others for the range. However, this high-level sniper hidden in the dark is obviously proficient in sports and hiding at the same time, and even the rotten wolf can't find his whereabouts. Coupled with his long sniper distance and terrifying hit rate, even if he exposes his whereabouts, it doesn't matter. It really takes luck to survive under this person's sniper rifle.

The valley has returned to tranquility, and the afternoon sun is more intense, and the rotten wolf is restless. Although they evolved stronger and more cunning at a terrifying speed, their disgust and endurance towards the sun have not improved much.

Losing the constraints and leadership of the head wolf, the rotten wolf pack has changed from a disciplined army to a beast that acts only by instinct. Just one hour before dusk, they have lost their last patience and began to leave the valley in groups of three or three.

The warriors in the cave breathed a sigh of relief, and even Turner felt his tense nerves relax. Over the past three days, all the soldiers in the team were suffering in the shadow of death. Although they were relaxed physically, they were extremely nervous in spirit. If the terrible method of death was also sorted, then being eaten by rotten wolf might be second only to being eaten by zombies.
Chapter completed!