Chapter 10: The Holy Blood Bearer

At that moment, on the ground.

After confirming that the mother organism was completely paralyzed and temporarily incapable of attacking, the four members of the squad shifted their full attention to the man on the rooftop.

Chen Jian’s 191 pistol was already aimed in the man’s direction. Two drones were deployed—one maintaining altitude to keep watch, the other approaching the man, trying to discern his intentions.

He Shuo maneuvered the drone with gentle swaying motions, signaling friendliness.

But evidently, the man did not understand the gesture.

He simply stared curiously at the drone, as if trying to figure out how it operated.

Since the drones lacked long-range communication capabilities, Chen Jian on the ground could only shout loudly:

“Who are you? We mean no harm!”

He was well aware of the potential threats humans in this post-apocalyptic wasteland could pose to the squad—having learned that lesson from Du Hu’s band of nomads.

But he also knew that the squad could not abandon contact with other humans simply because of one dangerous encounter.

The only consequence of doing so would be to deprive the entire squad of any chance of assistance, eventually suffocating slowly in isolation.

Therefore, contact and probing were necessary.

In the event of an emergency, He Shuo’s 12.7mm sniper rifle would teach any aggressor a lesson.

What the mother organism could endure, these humanoid monsters could not!

With that thought, Chen Jian continued shouting:

“Can you hear me? We are not your enemies!”

The man on the rooftop still did not respond. Through the drone’s transmitted footage, Chen Jian noticed a walkie-talkie in the man’s hand.

This only confirmed the man’s value and strengthened Chen Jian’s resolve to make contact.

A walkie-talkie, one that he could use and possibly even repair and maintain, indicated that this man and his group still retained a considerable degree of human civilization—an entirely different existence from the previous nomad squad.

However, the man seemed unwilling to indulge Chen Jian.

He glanced downward, then tucked the walkie-talkie back into his chest.

Immediately after, he pulled something from his waist.

“Gun! Gun!” Chen Jian shouted.

Almost instantly, He Shuo squeezed the trigger.

Bang!

At this moment, the direct distance between He Shuo and the man was less than 200 meters.

A bullet speed of 900 meters per second meant it would take less than 0.3 seconds for the bullet to hit.

It was almost impossible for anyone to dodge such a shot.

Yet the man did.

Within that split second, he tilted his body sideways at an astonishing speed, raised his right hand holding a gun, and fired at the drone hovering in the air.

Bang!

A distinct gunshot echoed.

The drone, equipped with survival enhancement features, recognized the weapon in the man’s hand and immediately initiated evasive maneuvers, narrowly avoiding the bullet.

At the same time, the large-caliber bullet fired by He Shuo just grazed past the man’s armpit.

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