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Chapter 247 Revenge Begins

"Cough, cough, cough!"

I coughed all the way until I finally reached the place where I buried the gun.

Five minutes later, with four sniper rifles on my back, I ran desperately in the direction of Hope Valley.

"It's almost time to take a break."

Holding the gun, I slowly fell asleep above Hope Valley.

I don't know how long it took, but I woke up slowly and came back after shooting three deer.

Eviscerating them, I roasted the venison medium-rare and gnawed straight away.

This meal, I ate at least more than 200 catties of pure venison.

That's right, it's more than 200 catties, even I can't believe it myself.

I touched my palm-sized stomach, looked at the skeletons of the three deer, and muttered to myself: "How can such a small stomach hold so much meat?"

"Forget it, don't worry about it, sleep again, there are important things to do tomorrow."

After I finished speaking, I fell to the ground and fell asleep.

The Gama Department has made me suffer so much, how can I let it go?

What's more, the two engineers were not rescued.

Tuba was also thrown upstream by me, and his life and death are unknown now.

After another day, I finally woke up slowly.

At this moment, in the middle of Hope Valley, there was a silly guy looking up at the top of the mountain.

"Hey! You little blackie, did you come here after smelling me?"

There was a warm feeling in my heart, and I hurried down the mountain to hug it.

Little Heizi rubbed against my body, interacting intimately with me.

"Go to the top of the mountain to stay honestly, little guy, it's been a while since I saw you, and you're getting fat again."

I patted on its thick layer of fat.

Some animals are running from the location of the volcano, and wild deer pass by from time to time.

Xiao Heizi seized the opportunity, directly threw a deer down, and walked in front of me as if claiming credit.

"Thank you. I won't eat for now. I'll come back to you after I finish my business."

I patted its silly head again, and then walked towards the giant mountain with a sniper rifle on my back.

Little Heizi left the deer behind and followed me closely.

"Don't follow me, or you will be made into braised bear's paw by the natives, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Little Heizi reluctantly climbed up the mountain of Hope Valley with the deer in his mouth.

I moved on, checking the integrity of the sniper rifle from time to time.

These guns had rust around the edges, and I sanded them down to make sure they didn't jam.

Soon, I came to the big tree where Tuba hid last time again.

Unexpectedly, this guy was still in a daze on the tree, seemingly having a mental breakdown.

In desperation, I got him something to eat and continued on my way.

When I reached the edge of the Gama tribe, I climbed to a big banyan tree about 30 meters high, and carefully watched every move in the tribe.

Since we are here for a surprise attack this time, we must sneak up on important figures in the tribe.

Daikin?

Maybe the sniper rifle is ineffective against it, but it is not a problem against the master of Seven Feathers, and the patriarch...

Thinking of this, I touched the scar on my stomach.

The scar is healed, but the pain is still there.

That patriarch's spear pierced me so painfully, so painfully!
With the blessing of the sniper scope, I can have a panoramic view of half the tribe.

Some natives patrol around with torches, but most of them have one feather on their heads, and even fewer have three feathers.

And the aborigines who are more advanced should eat and drink spicy food in the house.

I waited another five or six hours, and finally saw a senior native with seven feathers.

Behind him are two six-feathered ones and ten five-feathered ones.

This guy is one of the native masters who besieged me.

A cruel smile slowly appeared on my calm face, I aligned the sniper scope, focused it, and aimed it at the top of its head.

Because the distance between me and him is about 700 meters.

Aim at the top of the head, but the bullet hit his nose, it is likely to be his nose, because the bullet will be slowly attracted to the ground by gravity during the flight.

Having done that, I put my finger on the trigger.

The seven feathers were originally swaggering in the tribe, but suddenly they were taken aback and stopped, looking a little flustered.

boom……

Those seven feathers raised their heads to the sky, and the headless corpse crashed to the ground.

And I continued to aim at the other two masters, namely Six Feathers.

bang bang...

Two more people died.

After doing this, I quickly jumped down from the tree, walked directly on the water, reached the other side of the Baishu River, and aimed the sniper rifle again at the big tree I was hiding in just now.

Within 10 minutes, a large group of indigenous people came over and surrounded the big tree where I was hiding.

But they didn't expect that I would have changed places a long time ago.

Then, I continued to choose the target.

The location of the river beach, the chance of high-level natives appearing is very small, I had to change a few more locations, and finally I was able to vaguely aim at the patriarch's residence.

In the morning, another expert with seven feathers came out, but he was much more careful, even wearing a suit of armor.

"boom……"

The Seven Feathers was killed again, and I shot three times in a row, killing several masters.

The sun came out, and I ran back to the giant mountain with my sniper rifle in my arms, eating and sleeping in the cave.

The physical strength of the indigenous people may be strong, but they are completely vulnerable to modern weapons.

They don't even know how they died.

After a day's rest, night fell again, and I once again held a sniper rifle and went to the indigenous tribe.

But this night, I only killed one Seven Feathers.

The other masters no longer dared to appear in the open area, and all hid.

Of course, it's also possible...they took the feathers off their heads.

After all, all I killed last night were seven feathers, six feathers, and they figured out the cause of death.

Next, I returned to Jushan and rested on the mountain for two or three days before walking down the mountain with a sniper rifle in my hand.

There are not many sniper bullets left, there are probably more than 20 rounds left.

So I figured it out, the more than 20 rounds of bullets must be reserved for the patriarch or other Qiyu masters, ordinary masters don't have this kind of treatment.

But this time, I was dumbfounded.

All the aborigines on the river beach were three-feathered aborigines, and no one was more than three-feathered masters.

And the aborigines' faces are painted with oil paint, and I can't recognize their faces.

These savages have become smarter?
wrong!

It must be Liu Wu who taught them, because Liu Wu has already been in collusion with the natives.

Damn it, why didn't he get rid of him that night?Don't use fishing nets to torture him!

I have mixed regrets.

Now I can only judge masters by their physical strength.

But to do so, I have to get a little closer.

So, I ventured forward 200 meters, closer to Gamabu.

In the observation of the sniper scope, I found a surprise scene.

I saw a middle-aged man curled up in a certain box, it was Yang Haibo.

He has been tortured beyond recognition.

"I finally found you!"

I put the sniper rifle on a tree and sneaked into the tribe.

There were a lot of native people on the river beach, and it was impossible to rescue Yang Haibo under such circumstances.

This has to start my brain.

(End of this chapter)