Chapter 199 Escape...I Can't Get Away
"Run! Get out of the tent, everyone scatter!" Zuo Shan shouted, then grabbed Lele and Ding Yi's hands and rushed out of the tent first.
Most of the mercenary families did not follow. They did not trust Zuo Shan, and most of them had not yet handed over their loot. If they left the tent and their loot was stolen, who would they cry to?
However, there were also a few elderly people with children who dragged the children along and ran out.
As the saying goes, old people become wise. Having spent decades scavenging with mercenary groups, they clearly understand that so-called safety is never absolute.
Mercenaries will only do their best to protect the safety of their families. If an accident occurs and they really can't protect them anymore, they will naturally prioritize their own survival.
In the wasteland, no one is obligated to sacrifice their life for someone else.
Cui Bin and Song Bo both saw Zuo Shan's earlier action of pressing her ear to the ground. She must have heard something underground, which is why she shouted for everyone to run.
With this in mind, the two men, each holding a laser gun in one hand and a specially made machete in the other, assumed an offensive stance.
"What are you all standing there for? Run!" Song Bo couldn't help but yell at the bewildered mercenary families.
"But if we run away, who's responsible if we lose our things?" the gossipy woman shouted.
Song Bo was speechless, just thinking about how to scold her, when he saw a bulge rising on the ground in the center of the tent. He instinctively fired a shot at the bulge.
Cui Bin fired a shot almost simultaneously with him, followed by a roar, and then the ground was blasted open, and a 50-60 centimeter-long, dark brown, cone-shaped head burst out of the ground, followed by a large, relatively long and narrow body.
"A mutated pangolin?!" Cui Bin and Song Bo exclaimed in unison.
Both of them are strength-based, so it's impossible for them to deal with this pangolin, which is at least at level two or higher.
The shot they fired at the same time only pierced a few scales on the pangolin's back; it was nothing more than a drizzle, a superficial wound that did not cause any real damage.
But this provocation enraged it, and its pair of bright black eyes stared intently at the two of them, gleaming with anger.
Cui Bin gritted his teeth and rushed forward to slash at its abdomen. Song Bo, who often partnered with him, also swung his knife without hesitation and slashed at its eyes. These were the pangolin's weak points that the regimental commander had specifically mentioned in a meeting a couple of days ago.
However, this mutated pangolin, despite its enormous size, was very agile, and before his large cleaver could fall, it had already curled into a ball.
Its body was tightly protected by those closely packed, tile-like scales. Although the two men's specially made large machetes were sharp and heavy, they only left two shallow white marks when they struck them.
The two were shocked by what they saw and yelled at the still-shocked mercenary families, "Run!"
Then the two of them turned and rushed toward the tent entrance, and with perfect coordination, each took a knife and cut a long slit in the exit, so that the people rushing in wouldn't be trampled at the narrow entrance.
After dodging the two men's attacks, the pangolin unfolded its scales and exposed its head again. It sniffed, immediately locked onto the tent's exit, and quickly chased after it in that direction.
The people huddled in their tents, shivering, breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that they hadn't become its prey, when they saw another large bulge rise from the ground, and a long, cone-shaped head poked its head out again.
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