Chapter 49: The wilderness, whose patience is being consumed?

Dawn.

Two figures left Shelter 36.

It’s Chai Ma and Gan Mo.

For the two of them, Shen Bei made a false shot and clearly said that he was going to the mission station to see the mission today.

As a result...it seems that he ran away last night.

Zhui Ma and Gan Mo stopped pretending.

Direct showdown.

A pursuit began.

Gan Mo sniffed the air and changed from the nine o'clock direction to the ten o'clock direction.

Their figures gradually turned into black spots in the wasteland.

The scorching sun scorched this wasteland mercilessly.

The sky showed a turbid gray-blue, and the sun hung high, like a fireball, with dazzling light and unbearable heat.

The air is filled with sand and dust, and when the wind blows, it stirs up waves of yellow-brown dust, like ancient ghosts wandering around.

Zhui Ma and Gan Mo walked at neither a fast nor a slow pace, saving energy while maintaining maximum speed.

A few hours later.

Chai Ma raised his face hidden in his hood. You can see the faint rolling mountains.

The mountain is not high, it can only be regarded as a rocky hill at best. There is no snow on the top of the hill, and there are no plants to be seen. There are only a few dry trees halfway up the hill, with their twisted branches stretched out in the cold wind.

He stepped on the top of the hill with his solid and thick military boots. The light brown exposed rock obviously could not withstand the heavy pressure of the military boots and groaned and began to crack.

An obviously mutated grass tenaciously poked its body out of the crack in the rock. It attached the blades of grass to the military boots with a swiftness that did not belong to a plant, and then cut the military boots with the sharp and tough serrations on the edges of the blades.

The seemingly tender blades of grass were sawed on the rough rubber surface of the military boots, making a tooth-gripping sound and leaving white marks.

The horse-chasing military boots crushed the ferocious grass into several pieces with just a slight crush.

Then, Military Boots took another big step forward and stood at the edge of the mountain.

Looking around, Zhui Ma shrugged and said to Gan Mo beside him: "Are you sure he stayed here last night? There was nothing."

Gan Mo sniffed the air, stretched out his hand and said, "I can still smell the heat of the fireworks."

Chai Ma looked in the direction of the finger.

About 500 meters away, there is a pile of burnt wood ashes.

"It seems so." Zhui Ma twitched the corner of his mouth.

The two of them came to the already cool fire.

Gan Mo took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the northwest.

Chai Ma kicked Mu Hui away.

The black sky was blown by the wind, as if some evil species had been surprised and fled.

He casually broke off a branch, held it in his mouth, grinned, and followed in stride.

Three hours later.

Zhui Ma and Gan Mo stopped.

In front of them was the corpse of a ferocious beast - a manticore.

This ferocious beast is huge in size, with the tail and stinger of a scorpion, the body and sharp claws of a lion, and its head combined with the compound eyes and sharp mouthparts of an insect. The skin appears mottled green and purple.

Not exactly docile.

They will attack humans when they see them.

This corpse was covered with bullet marks, as if it had been sieved by a high-speed machine gun.

Seeing this scene, Zhui Ma couldn't help but sneer: "It's Shen Bei's masterpiece, right? This marksmanship is really... lousy."

Gan Mo was also a little surprised.

Although this ferocious beast is extremely ferocious, it is just a fake.

Ordinary people only need to hold firepower and hit the forehead with one shot.

But Shen Bei was killed after... more than ten shots were fired.

Gan Mo frowned and asked a question: "Could it be Shen Bei who was playing tricks? The residents of Shelter 36 said they lost a lot of money in his hands."

Chai Ma spit out the already chewed branches: "You lose money. Sometimes Shen Bei loses money even if he can't shoot the beast. This shows that his marksmanship is very good."

Gan Mo took a long breath: "This guy is not an ordinary person. He has a very high level of tactical literacy. He is like a domesticated wild wolf who is unwilling to give in."

Chai Ma chuckled.

Gan Mo continued: "Let's go, there was a shooting here, and we didn't hear the sound, which means it's still far away from Shenbei."

Step over the manticore corpse and continue moving forward.

Chai Ma kicked the manticore away again and spat: "You are such a difficult guy, why don't you just let me pry your head open."

An hour later.

Gan Mo turned a corner.

This bend is almost 90 degrees in half, facing north.

"Strange, where is he going?"

Gan Mo stood there, sniffing the air.

Chai Ma didn't care: "Whatever, the marksmanship is not good, and so are the people."

"I suspect he is running in circles." Gan Mo said.

…

At this time, Shen Bei was traveling at a constant speed in the vast wilderness.

He had returned to the ruined city with hidden cluster fire discs last night.

And the crystal source crushing and reorganization equipment is also hidden here.

He didn't stay long, and then left and entered the wilderness.

At this time, the armor's pace control is more stable, and it can accurately make within two steps without missing a beat.

Shen Bei walked almost passively in the armor.

The energy required for walking and running is completely different.

A crystal source core can last for about two hours.

Therefore, Shen Bei spent almost no energy.

His modified rifle weighed heavily on his back, giving Shen Beipingkong some confidence.

He has to deal with the chasing horses and the Ganmo group behind him in this endless and complex terrain, which is a competition of patience and maybe luck.

After all, a third-level Mao Fuji almost killed himself back then.

Now there are two third-level superpowers. Although they don't know what level their defense is, they must not take it lightly.

What Shen Bei has to do is to consume their patience and their physical strength.

Therefore, Shen Bei has maintained a constant speed.

If it is too fast, it will make them think that they have disappeared and are no longer chasing.

If it is too slow, the purpose of consuming physical energy in the early stage has not been achieved, and it is easy to suffer a loss.

The vast world is full of infinite crises and opportunities.

Shen Bei is a very patient "animal", and the initiative will return to his own hands.

Shen Bei firmly believed.

…

Five days passed by in a hurry.

Shen Bei walks for two hours and rests for half an hour every day without stopping, alternating between day and night.

He walked at a constant speed, maintaining a speed of about ten kilometers per hour.

Of course, Shen Bei's speed was much faster than ten kilometers. This was done to make the two people following behind make a wrong judgment.

At critical moments, perhaps the smallest mistake can turn the tide of the battle.

Shen Bei knew that the distance between the two sides was getting closer.

"It's almost time for a close fight."

Shen Bei is not sure how long this "almost" is.

It all depends on Shen Bei's mood.

Because the initiative has returned to your own hands.

…

30 kilometers away.

Chai Ma looked dusty and unhappy.

Depressed, he set up a collapsible army pot, put the rations into the pot, and then poured water.

There is a switch under the pot that, when pressed, causes high-temperature flames from the solid fuel to boil the rations in three minutes.

He Ganmo took a few random bites.

The more I eat, the more angry I become.

"Five days!"

Chai Ma's originally nonchalant attitude had been completely consumed at this time, and restless emotions were surging all over his body.

"This damn guy slipped away from us for five days!"

Gan Mo ate the food without saying a word.

After chewing slowly, I took out the water and drank it. I wanted to drink water.

But only a few drops of water came out.

Gan Mo took a deep breath: "Originally we were hunters, but now he is a hunter."

Gan Mo recalled the route he had taken these days.

I found myself walking in a big circle.

Like being beaten by a donkey covered with cloth.

"If Shen Bei was a superpower, how terrible it would be..." Gan Mo sighed.

"Hahahahaha!"

The chasing horse stood up irritably and kept stamping its feet, making a rumble beneath its feet.

He raised his head and roared: "Fuck you, uncle Shen Bei! Come out to me if you have the guts!"

…

Time passed bit by bit, and night soon enveloped the land again.

Zhui Ma and Gan Mo are on the verge of collapse.

Although they were not as able to move as freely in the dark as during the day, they still refused to give up because they knew that Shen Bei would not be able to run far.

It's nearby.

For such a cunning prey, it was not for them to give Shen Bei a chance to breathe.

But Shen Bei left them little chance to breathe.

They were running out of ammunition and food, and almost no water.

If Shenbei cannot be found to fight, the consequences will be worrying.

…

Another day and night passed.

The night wind at this time was very chaotic and mixed.

Gan Mo was touching the water stains on the ground and sniffing.

It's urine.

Gan Mo was ecstatic: "The urine is not dry yet, Shen Bei is here -"

The words are not finished yet.