Why are there so many pebbles?

Several survivors who emerged from the forest asked curiously.

The three people on the roof of the car whispered to each other for a long time.

Suddenly, as if they had made a decision, a fierce glint flashed in each of their eyes.

Without any hesitation or warning, he swiftly turned his gun and aimed it at the survivors who emerged from the woods.

"Da da da~"

"Da da da~"

"Da da da~"

"......"

The rapid gunfire rang out again, and the survivors standing in the front row were caught off guard and shot to the ground. Seeing that the situation was not good, the survivors standing in the back covered their heads and ran back into the woods, hiding behind the thick tree trunks by the roadside.

"Holy shit! What are you guys trying to do?"

"Are you going to turn against your own people?"

"......"

The three people on the roof of the car looked like demons, emitting a piercing and arrogant "Give give give" laugh.

Sharp and arrogant.

It was as if it were mocking these incompetent survivors.

The survivors hiding behind the tree trunks were startled by the sudden, eerie laughter and instantly came to their senses: "You're not one of us, who are you?"

Those three people didn't have such a creepy laugh.

"Da da da~"

Their response was another burst of gunfire.

Large pieces of wood chips flew everywhere, frightening the survivors hiding behind the tree trunks so much that they dared not move an inch.

Only when there was no sound did the savages stop firing.

The savages removed their protective suits, and two of them made low, guttural noises, pointing to the treetops above them.

The savage who came down from the treetop understood and immediately jumped from the roof of the vehicle into the forest on the other side. He grabbed a thick tree trunk and, like a nimble ape, climbed up to the treetop.

At the same time, the remaining two savages jumped off the roof of the vehicle. A slight smirk played on their lips, forming a cruel, bloodthirsty arc, as they approached step by step into the depths of the forest where the survivors were hiding.

With each step, the withered branches and fallen leaves crunched underfoot, a sound that was particularly jarring in the silent forest, like the approaching footsteps of death.

The atmosphere in the forest was extremely tense.

A survivor clung to a tree trunk, his body trembling slightly from excessive fear, but his eyes were unusually cold and fierce.

He gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice, "Damn it, all you guys who aren't dead yet, give me your numbers!"

After a long silence, a timid voice finally broke the silence: "1..."

Immediately afterwards, a second sound came: "2..."

Then came the third tone, the fourth tone...

11.

Including him, there are 12 survivors left.

Thinking of this, a nameless rage surged within him, and he cursed fiercely, "Damn it, there are 12 of us, being chased and killed by 3 people. If word gets out, we'll be laughed to death..."

After saying that, he suddenly grabbed the survivor closest to him and gave the order in an unquestionable tone: "Take a few people and go over there to wait. I'll draw their fire from here. As soon as you hear me fire, rush out and take out those three bastards!"

"I?"

The survivor who was suddenly pulled over was clearly caught off guard, his face full of astonishment. After hesitating for a moment, he asked uncertainly.