Turner's hand was resting on the grip of the rifle.
In this position, with a slight movement of the wrist, the muzzle of the M16 could spring up like a frightened rabbit.
The soldiers behind him seemed to be scattered casually, and if necessary, everyone's firepower could immediately cover the mysterious man.
It could be said that almost the entire team's life was saved by that person, but it was everyone's survival instinct to be on guard against strangers. The man had the revolver back at his waist, but it was so impressive that almost everyone remembered that it still had five rounds in it. With the quickness with which the man could complete loading the cylinder in under a second, if he had malicious intentions, he could have fired at least three shots before Turner's team shot him.
Judging from the man's previous marksmanship, three shots meant three lives.
Turner stopped ten meters in front of him, and carefully beheld the strangely dressed man.
With the bright setting sun, under the thick yellow-brown cloak, it could be seen that most of his face was hidden under the dense bandage, a black eyepatch covered the right eye, and the pale golden grayish hair covered most of the forehead.
Although on this person, only the left eye could be seen clearly, the slender, strong, and slightly curved eyebrows, the green pupil with gray stripes, and the lines that brought out the outline of the eyes together constituted a nearly perfect picture scroll.
Turner suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry.
Although the figure should be a man, and he was not even sure whether the body hidden under the bandage was human, but in this era of survival, desire had long lost its shackles, and sex and violence had long become the instinct of most people. Men and women, adults and children, human and non-human, in the eyes of those who yearned for stimulation and orgasm, all boundaries were blurring rapidly.
Years of life-and-death struggles calmed Turner down, and to his delight, no hostility could be seen in the other party's green left eye.
After hesitating for a moment, Turner released his hand from the M16 and reached out to the stranger: "I'm Turner."
It was a rare gesture of friendliness among people meeting for the first time. The stranger was obviously a little surprised, but his eyes slightly squinted, a smile appeared on his face, and he reached out to shake hands with Turner: "Lee."
Lee's hands were also covered with bandages, and not a single bit of skin was exposed.
However, through the bandage, Turner felt that this hand was more slender than ordinary people, and it was extraordinarily soft, but there seemed to be an explosive power hidden in the softness.
This contradictory feeling made him feel that he was not shaking hands with a stranger, but holding the sharp teeth of a stone-dragon.
Turner's hand trembled slightly, and he quickly took it back, somewhat impolitely.
Lee didn't seem to mind.
Turner waved his hand and made a vague gesture of safety. The soldiers in the team breathed a sigh of relief, and scattered around to check the surviving carrion wolves and pick up the bodies of carrion wolves needed for the mission.
Standing with Lee, Turner took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, carefully pulled out two cigarettes, and handed Lee one: "You saved all of our lives! Would you like one?"
Lee smiled and said, "This is a good thing. Why not?"
After the cigarette was lit, Lee took a deep breath through the gap in the bandage, and it took three or four minutes before he exhaled a faint smoke.
One could tell at a glance that he knew how to enjoy tobacco.
Turner looked at the soldiers under his command skillfully cutting up the corpse of the carrion wolves, and asked casually: "There seems to be nothing in this area except the carrion wolves. Why did you come here?"
"I've been following some unusual carrion wolves to see what happened to them, and then I found you were trapped in this valley. I was lucky enough to kill that alpha wolf." Lee's voice was like flowing water, soft and calm.
Mutated species, whether alive or dead, could be sold for a good price in many large bases or settlements. Their genes were the source of new genetic enhancements. Therefore, there was a profession that specialized in hunting down mutant species and selling them for money.
"Are you a hunter?" Turner asked.
"A first-level hunter and a junior mercenary." Lee replied.
"Which company issued the license?" Turner asked.
Hunters or mercenaries were occupations that anyone could engage in, and they were graded and licensed based on past achievements.
Licenses could be issued by various organizations, scattered bases, large companies or even consortiums.
Obtaining a license issued by an organization meant that it could be recognized on the territory of this organization, its allies, and friendly organizations, and enjoy corresponding benefits.
Of course, any organization might not recognize licenses issued by other organizations.
Therefore, obtaining a first-level hunter license from a large company was often much more useful than a fourth-level license from a small organization.
"Penn Corp."
Turner was slightly taken aback, and there was already some respect in his voice: "That's a big company!"
But considering Lee's abilities in sniping, shooting, hiding, and movement, it was understandable to get such a license.
Thinking of the wolf shot by Lee, Turner's eyes couldn't help twitching a few times. He took a deep breath on his cigarette, and said gloomily, "I can't believe that even carrion wolves are about to have human intelligence. A damn world!"
Lee watched the soldiers wrap the corpses of several carrion wolves and put them on their backs. He sighed, "There will be more and more such carrion wolves in the future."
Turner cursed something viciously, and then yelled, "Be quick, lads! We're going home all night!"
After giving the order, Turner said to Lee again: "You have been out for a long time. How about go to the base and have a rest?"
With a license, it was equivalent to having a provenance, and was no longer a dangerous stranger.
What's more, in this area, Penn Corp. was strong.
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At dusk, the Turner team set off through the twilight.
From here to the base, it woul take two consecutive days to walk. Although the night was also dangerous, this area was even more dangerous.
And at the end of their team, there was an extra Lee who moved like a ghost.
Intentionally or not, Greg fell behind the team and walked side by side with Lee. With the faint green light in the night, he secretly glanced at the huge modified rifle on Lee's back from time to time.
However, what puzzled him was that there was only a very simple optical scope on the body of the rifle. Even a layman could know that this thing was far inferior to the SVD sniper rifle in Greg's hand just by looking at the size of the scope.
Greg was obviously a shy person, his face was flushed, and he whispered: "Hi…Sorry, sir, May… I ask…what level is your Sniper Specialization?"
Lee was silent.
Greg became more nervous, and stammered: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend. You know, I'm only twenty years old, and I'm just a first-level sniper. I've never met anyone like you."
Psionic Domain, Simple-Weapon Mastery, Sniper Specialization.
These contents flashed across Lee's mind in an instant, hundreds of data kept changing, and after three seconds, a result was finally reached.
"Third level." Lee replied with a smile.
Greg was even more excited, and Lee was, as he thought, already a third-level sniper.
Every time one level was reached, the evolutionary points consumed would be doubled.
So third level meant that at least 7 evolutionary points had been consumed.
For Greg, whose lifelong wish was to become a second-level sniper, Lee was enough to be his idol.
The shy Greg didn't even dare to talk to Lee, and Lee seemed to be taciturn most of the time, so the back of the team fell silent again, and ten people marched quietly and quickly under the night.
The crude, rough, and outdated modified rifle behind Lee became, in Greg's eyes, a rough and simple art that represented the aesthetics of violence.
He didn't know that in fact, Lee didn't spend even a single evolutionary point on Sniper Specialization.