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Many times, other teams struggle to gather Score from a single mission, yet they are about to spend it all at once. Once upon a time, when the administrator, Falcon, was still a novice hunter, he chased a bug deep into the heart of the Zerg capital, nearly facing annihilation. With enemies behind him and no way to retreat, he fought desperately for the bug's brain matter, only to receive a mere 400 Reward Points. It was truly a harrowing experience.
Their mission might not be as exaggerated; bringing that many weapons to slaughter the Zerg village would be sufficient.
To ensure their peace of mind, it was wise to inform the higher-ups. Additionally, they needed to discuss survival issues internally to prevent other teams from discovering insufficient stock during procurement. Such a situation would reflect poorly on his oversight; every scenario needed to be anticipated, so clarity was essential.
"Alright, deduction successful." The administrator, Falcon, returned the Score card. He had already made a copy of its contents for safety and had sent it back via fax.
On the other side, it wouldn't be long before Hilbert received this information. Once Hilbert realized this, he might request someone to come and ask them questions. Although it was clear that some individuals loved to exaggerate situations, there was little that could be done about it. If they didn't handle things properly or strive for excellence, there was no guarantee they wouldn't encounter issues during their mission.
This situation was likely closely related to their previous encounters. Purchasing such a large quantity of weapons at once suggested they intended to stockpile them as an important firepower pillar for emergencies. Originally, Falcon planned to ask them to leave later, but when he turned back after picking up the phone, he found those people had already exited the tower.
In such circumstances, it was challenging to coordinate their actions. As Falcon rushed out the door, a trail of flames burst forth in mid-air; a silver vehicle streaked across the sky like a shooting star. Meanwhile, his phone emitted repeated "hello" sounds as he dialed Hilbert's office number. The person on the other end happened to be calling at that moment and soon there was static on the line.
"President, they have left," Falcon said into his phone.
There was silence on the other end for a moment before a cough broke through. Then that person continued, "Um, alright, I understand. They went off to execute their mission; let them be. Where are you now?"
"I'm at the front entrance of Wanderer's Home," Falcon replied.
"Return to your post immediately; you don't need to concern yourself with them right now. I'll speak with them when they return," Hilbert responded calmly.
"Yes, I understand."
The administrator Falcon nodded and returned to the Wanderer's Home, continuing his busy and fulfilling life.
"Really troublesome," Hilbert said as he hung up the phone, closing his eyes in contemplation for a long while before letting out a slow sigh.
Meanwhile, they activated Flight Mode and quickly flew out of the borders governed by the Hunter Association. They gradually descended onto the elevated road, breaking through checkpoints and heading towards the intersection leading to the Primitive Jungle.
The situation had improved significantly compared to what they had imagined; there was no one tailing them or stopping them along the way. They soon entered a lawless zone, an area notorious for past incidents due to the absence of Scouts and invisible military fortifications. Beasts or the ruthless Zerg would lurk in the bushes, waiting to ambush unsuspecting humans.
Their strength was enough to halt fast-moving vehicles, with claws piercing through car exteriors, and humans inside would be dealt with in an instant. These creatures would do anything for a hunt; there had been cases where entire families in cars suddenly vanished, leaving only shoes and scraps of clothing behind. Soldiers who searched found nothing and were left wondering where those people had been taken. Since then, incidents had continued to occur.
This was a necessary route for their mission, but it was impossible to avoid too many dangers. Xiong Tai manned the Gatling Gun at the back, while Duan Shuai took out the Terminator, known as the Demon Undead, aiming it at the rustling forest. Should anything happen, bullets would be unleashed with full force.
The vehicle sped forward on a road that had not been maintained for years; weeds had grown through the pavement, and many tree roots had twisted into the ground, causing bumps on the surface.
The situation was indeed grim. Fortunately, the tires performed well, and the vehicle's power was impressive. However, trouble soon arose. Nosty suddenly frowned and whispered, "There’s a patch of grass to the north that’s a camouflage area. A group of insects is crawling there; they aren’t very big but are extremely agile. They can reach us within five seconds and move almost silently."
From a distance, that area appeared quiet as if no beasts resided there. Nevertheless, to be safe, Freyr slammed on the gas pedal, suddenly increasing power. Just then, a shadow burst from the grass; two insects were already standing where they had just been. Indeed, their bulging eyes protruded like those of a snail, with sharp angles and razor-like edges. Their powerful legs showcased just how terrifying this Zerg could be.
Their speed was no joke either. If this vehicle hadn’t been modified into a top-notch racing car, they might have already been forced to stop by those insects.
And just moments ago there were only two insects; now chaos erupted in the jungle as it seemed there were many more. The situation was worse than they had imagined as more surged in from behind them. The explosive speed of these insects was truly alarming.
The forest here was not going to let them escape anytime soon. The insects relied on the woods for sustenance, and the entire forest was their territory. It was clear that leaving without a fight was impossible. If they couldn't find a way out, the weapons they had saved would turn into scrap metal; the insects lacked the ability to pick up firearms.
"You can start shooting now. These creatures are everywhere, so be careful at the bend ahead. We’ll fire together after we pass it." Freyr pulled out the Death Scythe from his lower back, firmly switched off the safety, and then called upon the vehicle's system assistant, Alpha Dog.
"Alpha, activate Autopilot Mode."
Freyr's voice rang out clearly, and soon the Virtual Screen lit up, revealing the assistant who still appeared quite tense.
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