Chapter 217 Asking for Directions
Early the next morning, a group of Coleman's dragoons set out secretly.
Except for a few people, no one knew that Ryan had left Black Dragon City.
The "Kalatwa Basin" is far away from the territory of the City of Glory. Even if the flying dragon was not disturbed by monsters and zombies along the way, it still took several days to fly along the Alcolon Mountains.
I have to say, riding a flying dragon feels really good, not bumpy, and the speed is very fast. Otherwise, riding a monster across the wasteland, I don't know how long it would take.
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"The mechanical city is thirty kilometers to the northwest. There are no large high-level zombies nearby... Doctor Ryan, we can only take you here."
"Okay, everyone go back. I'll be careful later."
"Well, Dr. Ryan, take care of yourself."
“…”
In a small forest, Ryan said goodbye to the Coleman warrior who brought him here.
This time, he was truly alone, without Basel's protection.
It was as if he had suddenly walked from a heated room into a world of ice and snow. The sense of crisis of survival was like a chill wind that blew through his bones, piercing his soul all at once.
But it feels good.
Ryan put on the "disguise mask" given by Ymir, and then put on the crow mask that he hadn't worn for a long time, then changed into a set of old clothes and put on a white coat that he hadn't worn for a long time.
He identified the direction and walked out of the woods.
There is a small hunting camp seven kilometers to the east, and the leader is a second-level transcendent. This is the intelligence that Warrior Coleman had already discovered.
Ryan plans to first infiltrate the hunting team as "the only survivor of the hunting team encountered by the zombie tide", inquire about the news, and then find an opportunity to follow them into the "hunting base".
There was nothing wrong with the plan. After all, a doctor's identity carried with it a friendly aura, and almost any hunting team would take him in.
After killing a few small skeletons and deliberately "fighting" with them along the way, his clothes were torn and he looked more like a team doctor of a hunting team who had luckily survived the tide of zombies.
Then, after walking a few miles, they found the small camp where people were making a fire and cooking. There was a hunting team of ten people.
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"Oh my God, I finally met a living person!"
Ryan pretended to be in a panic and ran over, shouting in fear and excitement, "Excuse me, which hunting group are you from? Please be sure to take a poor doctor like me with you... My team was just wiped out by a tide of zombies."
He felt that his acting skills were pretty good and there were no flaws in his speech.
Not to mention that after the outbreak of the [Black Tide], hunting west of the Alcoron Mountains has become countless times more dangerous, and even during normal hunting trips, it is normal for the whole group to be wiped out.
Ryan's arrival immediately attracted the attention of the team.
No, to be exact, he knew that he had been discovered by the alert assassin as early as two kilometers away.
Seeing a stranger rushing towards them, those guys became alert, and their fingers were already on the triggers of their rifles and crossbows.
A guy with dreadlocks and a pair of willow-leaf knives in his hands, who looked like the leader, looked at Ryan and said, "We are a team under the Bloodthorn Hunting Group. Mr. Doctor, where are you from?"
As he spoke, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Ryan stopped about fifty meters away and saw the group's attire clearly.
There were ten people in this team, and seven of them were dressed as assassins, with light leather armor, daggers, and musket hoods. This professional configuration was very unusual. Unless it was a professional reconnaissance team, it was impossible for an ordinary hunting team to have such an extraordinary professional combination.
After seeing the greedy eyes of those people, he immediately realized that he had met his former colleagues.
Obviously, this is not a serious hunting team.
Because he was too familiar with the way these people looked at the "fat sheep", this is a thief!
“…”
Ryan complained in his heart and suddenly felt that he had started off badly.
Maybe the other party is a thief who changed his career to hunt wild animals?
He was not so naive. He responded with an inconvenient look: "The day before yesterday, I was the team doctor of the 'Iron Harrier Hunting Group'. Our group encountered a large wave of zombies in the south, and everyone died. Only I survived and escaped from that damn place..."
Hearing this, the leader with dreadlocks became interested and asked, "Oh? There is a zombie tide in the south? Where exactly are they? How many are there?"
Obviously, the other party also wanted to know some information from him.
Ryan said casually: "In the small woods fifty miles to the south, there are probably several hundred of them. I didn't count them exactly. But they are crawling out of the mud everywhere..."
"Are there any powerful zombies?"
"Yeah. I saw a third-level corpse..."
"How many are there?"
"Three or five..."
“…”
With questions and answers, Ryan was very patient in making up stories.
After hearing this, the leader with dreadlocks let out a mocking sneer and said, "Okay, take off everything on your body and you can get out now!"
Once the fat sheep loses its value, professional thieves will never say a word.
Seeing this, Ryan was not surprised at all, but pretended to be horrified, "You...what do you mean?"
A thief sneered, "We are from the 'Black Skull Group'. What do you think we mean?"
Ryan raised his eyebrows slightly, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.
Giving out the name means that the other party is going to kill someone!
And...isn't this "Black Skull Phantom Thieves Group" one of the three major phantom thieves groups in Omar, the one that attacked the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce and was suspected to be an official thief group controlled by the top leaders of Omar?
Tsk tsk, enemies often meet on a narrow road.
These guys also choose places, and it is much easier to get rich by robbing than by hunting. You don't have to take risks to explore dangerous areas by yourself, just find a suitable location and wait for other hunting teams to return to the city.
The rifle was pointed at his head. Ryan followed the other party's request and slowly took off his backpack, looking like he was willing to sacrifice his money to avoid disaster.
But at the same time, gunshots rang out.
“Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!”
He is indeed a ruthless professional thief who chooses to shoot the moment the target lets down his guard.
This world is so cruel.
Ryan was not surprised at all. He noticed that as soon as their fingers pulled the trigger, their feet pushed against the ground.
The sound of the air exploding due to the step merged with the sound of the gunshot.
Sparks spurted out of the muzzles of the three shotguns almost at the same time, and thick white smoke of gunpowder instantly emerged. These experienced thieves were very experienced in killing people, and the three muskets blocked all of Ryan's escape routes.
If an ordinary second-level transcendent were hit by these three shots, he would be seriously injured if not killed.
But...it does not include him, Lei.
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After the gunshot, the ten thieves had mocking smiles on their faces.
Haha, naive doctor.
But the next moment, his eyes froze.
Because they found that after the bullet penetrated the figure of the guy wearing the crow mask, it turned into light and shadow and dissipated.
"Shadow! Oh no, it's a master!"
The leader with small dreadlocks also reacted very quickly, and shouted in his heart. He twisted the two swords in his hands and swung them in a circle without thinking. No matter if this sword could hurt anyone, at least it could ensure that he would not be approached by anyone.
However, he never expected that death would come without warning and faster than his reaction!
As soon as he grasped the hilt of the knife, he suddenly felt as if his chest was hit by a hammer, and his blood stagnated instantly. Before the terrifying sense of death could make his pupils shrink, suddenly, the heavy blow on his chest was like a cannonball exploding, directly blasting his heart and instantly killing him.
[Secret Technique: Cannon Fist], kill with one punch!
A second-level surgeon actually killed their boss in a single encounter?
When the guy with the dreadlocks spit out a mouthful of blood, the others' eyes finally turned to the doctor in the white coat.
But just when everyone had no time to react, they heard another loud explosion.
“Bang!”
Finally, those people reacted.
Someone exclaimed: "It's the secret of fighting, [Godspeed]!"
After all, they are all veteran thieves who walked out of a pile of corpses. Although their perception cannot keep up with Ryan's movements, their reaction speed to danger is extremely fast.
Just as Ryan killed the dreadlock with one punch and then broke the neck of another assassin with a kick at lightning speed, the guy quickly pulled out the musket from the holster and fired a heavy volley in Ryan's direction.
Snap, snap, snap, snap…
The sound of gunfire continued and the white smoke of gunpowder lingered.
For low-level extraordinary people, the simplest and most effective way to attack is still to use a gun!
Assassins will learn two professional skills: "Quick Draw" and "Shooting Expertise". Every professional assassin is a good shooter!
At this distance, with bullets so densely packed together, no matter how fast you move, you will not be able to dodge.
Ryan was naturally shot, and more than once!
But this did not stop him from continuing to kill people.
He cut the throat of the thief closest to him with his backhand, and then used his body to block himself.
Those phantom thieves were also extremely decisive. Without even making sure whether their companions were dead or not, they fired another round of bullets until they had used up all the bullets in their guns.
But what no one wanted to fight was what happened after the most intense concentrated fire in this round.
Another desperate sound was heard.
"Bang!"
The air exploded again, and the guy's shadow disappeared again!
Three of the ten people were gone, and the most powerful second-level leader was also killed. The remaining people were no match for Ryan.
With his extraordinary strength and ultimate martial arts, once hit, there is no chance for survival at all!
He rushed forward under the hail of bullets, and then punched the nearest guy who was holding a gun and about to pull the trigger, causing a dent in the chest.
Then, before the bodies fell, he rushed forward several meters again, and with his palms like knives, he chopped the necks of the two thieves. With a "crack" sound of bones breaking, the two men died instantly.
Four left!
The four surviving thieves were already scared out of their wits. They never expected that in just ten seconds, all six of their companions would be killed by the guy in front of them!
The muskets did not slow down the time of death at all. They dropped them on the ground as if they had touched a hot iron, and then ran away in different directions without looking back!
This is a common professional skill for phantom thieves—when disaster strikes, everyone flees!
"Run? Can you run away..."
Ryan narrowed his eyes, kicked the ground hard, and disappeared from the spot.
The "Six Secrets of Fighting" is known as the strongest secret in the fighter sequence. Is it just a false reputation?
[Divine Movement] is known as the most powerful extraordinary assault technique. How could a few first-level thieves escape it?
Poisonous smoke, disguise, stealth... How could these familiar thieves' tricks be hidden from Ryan?
His current secret technique of [Mighty Demon God] has been practiced to the level of "Divine Power Realm" and the explosion of his leg muscles is so exaggerated that even the third-level strength-related extraordinary people would be amazed.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap…
There was a series of air explosions, and his speed was so fast that it left several shadows.
After several twists and turns, he still killed three people easily.
Then he caught up with the last guy who had already run very far away and kicked him and broke his leg.
The thief with a broken leg stumbled and fell to the ground. He was so frightened that he begged for mercy again and again: "No... don't kill me..."
Ryan did not kill the guy immediately. Instead, under the horrified gaze as if he had seen a ghost, he expressionlessly picked out several bullets stuck in his muscles, and then said coldly: "Now, let me ask you a few questions..."
Sure enough, this is the correct way to ask for directions.
