Chapter 126 - Jungle Indigenous

In turbulent times, people were called mobs for all those who did not accept the jurisdiction of the company or organization. Although the mobs wandering in the wilderness didn't have superpowers, they often had stronger physiques than ordinary people in order to fight against the harsh environment.

Without organization, there would be no legacy of civilization. After three generations of transformation, the mobs living in the wilderness now possessed bodies comparable to mutated beasts, as well as a wide range of recipes that could eat almost anything. However, as their abilities improved, they became no different from wild beasts after losing their civilization. There are even radical scholars who classify them and living corpses into the same category, belonging to the products of evolution that originated from humans but eventually began to diverge. The only difference between them and living corpses was that the mob still maintained the human reproduction instinct.

As for the living corpses, no matter what, they could not reproduce through the combination. In this aspect, the mob was much higher ranked than the living corpses.

However, for most people, the mob meant hard labour and hard labour. To those who were engulfed in the flames of civilization, this was the only thing that mattered. Apart from this, they were no different from mutated beasts.

This was the perspective of the majority of the people. Even for a child like Monnie, who had experienced misfortune since she was young, it was no exception for her as she lived in a city. So when he saw the two naked men, Zero could see the deep disgust in the girl's eyes.

He could understand Monnie, more than most people hated the mob. Just like how you can't like a ferocious stray dog unless one day it becomes your domestic dog. However, in his eyes, they were not so much mob people, but more like the jungles and natives of the old era in Central Africa.

The natives, people living in the jungle, lived an isolated life. They still hunt for a living in the jungle with homemade crude weapons while we enjoy the benefits of modern industry. They might not be able to see the fires of the civilization, but they had inherited the ancient customs to this day.

Of course, in these turbulent times, the natives in front of him were still different from the old days. At least, they were more dangerous.

Due to the urgency of the evacuation, Zero's rucksack was left by the fire. It contained the food and water that he and Monnie needed for ten days. They could throw anything away, but they could not leave this backpack behind.

There was also a source of water on the Death's Ridge, but not even Zero dared to try the water that was floating with the faint light radiation. Besides, there was also Monnie. As for the food, unless he wanted to try the taste of the mutated beast, bread that was not tasty and might be out of date was more suitable for eating.

When he saw the two natives walking curiously toward his pack, Zero untied Colt from behind his back and began to collect data on the terrain, the size of the obstacles, and the direction of the wind.

Colt's single shot could easily kill an aboriginal without any defense. As for the other one, Zero could also quickly kill it with the M500 at his waist. These were not the problem. The problem was that once a shot was fired, the user would be exposed. Not to mention the Parkland hitman who was hiding somewhere, even the native tribes in the Ridge of Death had enough to have Zero immediately move away.

But it was night, and only those with the slightest bit of wilderness survival experience knew of it. At night, especially in such a complicated environment as ruins or jungle, moving freely would be much more dangerous than during the day.

However, other than shooting, only a pair of cold weapons fighting each other was left at zero. In a situation where Zero had yet to even produce a level 1 cold weapon proficient in combat, killing two natives that had been active in the forest for a long time and also had poisonous wood spears as weapons was not a simple matter.

This troubled Zero, but reality did not give him much time to hesitate. The natives had approached the pack and were looking through it curiously. Zero would rather be hunted by the indigenous forces than have no water or food.

The sniper went into the chamber and calmly picked up Colt. Countless numbers flashed through his mind. Under a series of complex yet rapid calculations, Zero continuously revised the trajectory until it was certain that it would be able to dodge and kill one of them. Then, Zero would press down on the trigger.

It was at this time that the accident happened.

Suddenly, a series of rustling and rubbing sounds came from the nearby bushes. The two natives, who were rummaging through their backpacks, immediately looked towards the source of the sound. They held their spears against each other, and the change in position immediately caused the previous calculation to be in vain.

Just as Zero adjusted its trajectory, a black shadow jumped out from the bushes. It quickly swam to the side of the bonfire, but the bright flames made it feel a little afraid. As a result, the black shadow slightly retreated, exposing its body under the light of the fire.

Without a doubt, this was a python. However, the huge body of the python was covered with thick, spiral armor. The leaves were like pocket-sized shields that protected the python's entire body. These thick, shield-like scales extended all the way to the python's head before gradually evolving into various colored, densely-packed scales.

On the head of the triangular snake, there were three eyes. The three eyes were arranged in a straight line, which was quite peculiar. However, a bone spike drilled out from the back of the snake. The bone spike extended from the head of the snake all the way to the end of the snake's tail; it was extremely malevolent.

The Armored Snakes were mutated snakes that lived in the forest. They had a huge appetite proportional to their bodies, making these giant snakes always hungry. This meant that the prey in their eyes would usually find it difficult to escape from being devoured. No matter how one looked at it, the wooden spear in the hands of the natives was not a good weapon to kill it.

Without any hesitation, the two aboriginals shouted and fled in separate directions. They were very smart. They knew that the Firelizard would only be able to chase after one of them. But they had underestimated the intelligence of the Firelizard Snake. As soon as the aboriginals began to move, the giant serpent flew towards the one on the left. As it fled, the huge tail of the Firelizard snake swept towards the man to its right at the same time.

The snake tail swept across the fire, bringing with it countless fiery lights as it struck the man's back in the blink of an eye. With the sound of flesh splitting, the aboriginal's back was lacerated. At the same time that he spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body also fell heavily onto the ground. However, from the way he was still able to struggle to stand up, he could tell that the aboriginal's spine had not been broken by the giant snake. This made him admire the toughness of their bodies.

As for the other aboriginal, he was not so lucky. The snake opened its mouth wide and bit into his head, using the snake's powerful muscles to make a smashing motion. However, after killing this aboriginal with a few rolls and killing its prey, the shield snake finally swallowed the entire aborigine into its stomach.