Chapter 122 The End of the Era: Hunting Team

They set out at dawn, when the first rays of morning light appeared on the desert and the golden ocean turned into a golden ocean under the rising sun.

The hunting team walked on the sandbar with guns on their backs, and footprints extended to the end of the earth with the sun. The hunters walked on the desert with headscarves, and the new hunters were among them. Vito followed the front of the team with his sniper rifle on his back.

He walked behind the eldest son of the chief. Obviously, his father specially sent him to be responsible for today's hunting. Maybe he was his guide? Or simply to prevent himself from messing up something, although they thought too much about this. When they started hunting, their ancestors were not born yet.

Vito has hunted in almost all regions, terrains and lands, from the savannah of Africa, the rainforest of the Amazon River, the great plains of North America to the ice fields of Siberia. Basically, Vito has hunted in all places you can think of.

He still remembered the time in Siberia when he went hunting with that old bastard. He vaguely remembered that their goal was to cross the frozen soil of Siberia to the east and go to the Far East to solve the demonic disasters summoned by the local cult idiots.

He hunted with the old bastard, but he didn't catch a rabbit after a day of hunting. In the end, he had to rely on a deer shot by Vito to have food that day. To be honest, his skills in this area have always been very poor. He is better at philosophical thinking and planning for the future.

Although he is better than himself in martial arts, Vito has never been able to beat him, but he always has a way to disgust him and win by surprise, using skills to win.

They walked on the sandbar for a long time, from the sunrise to the gradual movement to the middle, time passed as fast as the wind and sand, but until now they have not seen a single moving thing.

Vito followed the son of the patriarch with a gun on his back. His eyes looked around calmly. He was an experienced hunter and so were his subordinates. They did not show any anxiety or restlessness, but continued to search the surrounding land calmly.

The hunting team crossed the endless desert, walked through sand dunes and valleys, and the barren wasteland was set off all around, enveloping the land and the entire planet with the breath of death.

Terra has long lost any vitality. Almost the entire planet has turned into this earthy yellow. The only color change is the ice field and the magma plain. It is not an exaggeration to describe this place as a world of death.

And now those who can survive here are all strong. These tenacious and fierce tribesmen live on this land. Year after year, generation after generation, the traces of civilization have long faded, leaving only ferocity and tenacity.

Vito looked at them and for some reason began to think, if the old bastard's army had them, with training and reinforcement, what kind of powerful military force would be created, which might be enough to unify and divide human civilization.

But thinking about it, Vito cursed in a low voice, why would he think about that old bastard? Fuck him, he can go wherever he wants!

Vito's low curse only lasted for a moment, he saw the son of the patriarch raised his hand to signal everyone to stop, he picked up the hunting rifle and climbed up the ridge on one side quickly and lightly, and his hunters did the same one by one.

The son of the patriarch grabbed the gun and climbed halfway up the mountain. He turned his head and yelled something impatiently to Vito. Vito didn't understand, but judging from the tone, it was not a good word.

Vito smiled and grabbed the sniper rifle and climbed up the ridge. He was very fast and skilled, even faster than the local hunters. He was the first person to come to the son of the patriarch.

The son of the chief looked at him and then looked down the ridge. Vito also looked down along his line of sight. It was a group of desert yaks. Well, although they looked very different from cows, people called them that. It was not him who gave them that name.

The hunting group with burly bodies and high humps gathered under the ridge. They chewed mosses and cacti in the shadows. Their hard and thick teeth allowed them to grind rocks or any objects and use their strong digestive power to turn them into nutrients and store them in their humps.

These animals can rely on this ability to survive in the desert for a long time, migrating from one sandbar to another. They are strong survivors, just like the indigenous people of this land.

The hunters all climbed up, they aimed their hunting rifles at the yaks one by one, and the son of the chief also put the butt of the gun on his shoulder and locked his eyes on the sight.

After Vito chopped them, he did the same thing. His scope locked onto the back of a yak's head. From here, the bullet could penetrate the junction of the skull and spine and easily enter the brain without having to collide with the skull.

The yaks didn't notice the threat above their heads at all. They continued to chew their food, and the hunters had gradually pulled the trigger. Vito took a deep breath and prepared to pull the trigger.

But suddenly the yaks all raised their heads, and so did the hunters. Vito and them raised their heads and looked at the dust rising in the desert. A big thing was rushing from there.

A train, a turbojet train running in the desert. The back of the armored train was equipped with a rocket turbine nozzle, and plasma fire violently sprayed out from it. The train sped forward across the desert with its powerful propulsion.

The herds of cattle began to flee in all directions. They fled to the far side of the sandbar. The hunters subconsciously hid behind the ridge. Although Vito didn't know why, he also joined them.

The train passed the side of the valley at high speed. Vito looked at the end of the train behind the ridge. There was a logo painted on the end of the armored train, a logo of an angular triangle.

As the train went away, the son of the chief stood up first. He immediately raised his hunting rifle and aimed at the yaks. The son of the chief cursed. He spit on the train and cursed the outsiders in it.

Now they were too far away. It had reached the limit of the hunters' shooting range. No one could be sure that they could hit the prey.

Except him.

Vito set up his gun in front of the son of the chief and the hunters. He half-crouched behind the ridge and set up the sniper rifle between the rocks. His eyes looked at the running prey from behind the sniper scope.

The hooves of the yaks stepped on the sand and raised a cloud of dust. The tall beasts rushed through the sandstorm, and their khaki fur almost merged with the sand and dust and could not be distinguished at all.

The son of the clan leader said something jokingly, as if telling Vito to give up, since they couldn't hit the outsider, let alone anything else, but Vito laughed.

"Do you know what title they gave me?" Vito said with a smile, his eyes locked on a shadow.

"Vindicare "Assassin"."

Vito pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot out of the gun barrel at a high speed. The silver bullet pierced through the dust and smoke and shot into it, and a scream sounded in the dust.

After the yaks all went away, the dust they raised gradually dissipated, and a fallen yak was exposed in front of them. The hunters were all surprised to see the motionless yak that was shot dead and marveled.

The son of the chieftain also looked at the yak in astonishment. Vito stood up with his gun and patted his shoulder, "Let's go, let's take it back and let Sarah and the others deal with it."

The son of the chieftain was furious when he heard the name of his sister. Just as he was about to say something, Vito had already climbed down the ridge and even teased him.

"Are you coming?" His voice came from below.

The hunters all began to climb down, and the son of the chieftain looked at the prey and cursed in a low voice and fell down the ridge.

Vito grabbed the cliff of the ridge and looked into the distance. He looked at the dust raised by the train in the distance, then looked to the northwest, looking in the direction of Astrau.

He was silent for a moment and then continued to descend.

"I won't fight for you, old fool."