The escaping mutants entered into Tang Zheng's scope vision about eight hundred meters away and then rushed forward mindlessly on a sixty-degree angle. Their target was the sparse birch forest on Tang Zheng's right side. Only if they rushed into that, could they perhaps escape the hunting group's pursuit. However, the distance of over eight hundred meters became an insurmountable chasm for them.
With the sound of gunfire, two more wasteland men fell, along with the children on their backs, who then burst into loud crying on the ground.
The open terrain in front of them was not suitable for fleeing, especially since each of them was carrying a heavy load of luggage. In the apocalyptic world, they didn't want to lose any supplies, even if it meant risking their lives.
Tang Zheng focused, slightly shifting his muzzle and fixating his sight on the last wastelander. With the pull of the trigger, the exited man instantly tumbled down into the snow.
