Hunter of the Perished World

[65] Nomad Ramfil (2)

Three days later.

“This costume definitely works.”

Whoops!

Ramfil shreds his giant jaw and mutters, kicking it with his foot.

“I don’t know about Slater. To the monsters.”

After defeating the monsters again, Ramsay sighs deeply. Unlike chopstick-like limbs, an angler with a kidney reaches four meters, it was a monster with a huge branch that could swallow a house. These monstrous creatures seem to be in a panic, but Ramfil remains calm.

[You’re a mess, too. I can’t believe you beat the crap out of him.]

“Is there a problem?”

[He’s supposed to shoot the nucleus in the head and kill it. or play.]

In other words, he left a tactical method behind and killed them in a strict manner. Gene couldn’t help but notice what happened in the blink of an eye. The regenerating creature is now in trouble without any time to regenerate.

“Can I help you? I’ve never seen him before.”

[Well, if you catch it.]

The more Gene looks at it, the more he feels that Ramfil has overwhelming combat power by leaving something unusual behind. Without knowing or doing anything about the enemy, there was no hesitation to take a hole in the blink of an eye in the battle, render it incapacitated, and then literally crush it.

To be precise, Ramfil’s greatest advantage was being immobilized, although he was also good at handling the body.

Executes an attack that suppresses emotions in a creepy, cold situation.

That’s why reading the battle and exercising force was unmatched. That part should be folded even further.

But given Ramfil’s combat abilities, the smell that spread through the reliquary has created an unpleasant situation for bringing monsters, not slatters. The situation was obvious that if any of the slatters saw it, they would not approach it in a panic.

Fortunately, unfortunately, the slatters don’t even show up.

After a barrel of massacre, the Ginman extractor is stuck in the corpse of the monster.

Ramfil continues to wander the streets. Harbin, of course, was not a bustling town, but a big city. The search speed was slower because I couldn’t rush it too quickly, and I had to catch a monster for three days.

Ramfil mutters, wrapped around the giant again.

“I’m increasingly doubting the reliability of this operation.”

[The Executioner doesn’t have this much patience. Wait a minute. You say you fart a lot, you get poop.]

“After expressing…”

Ramfil was tired of rambling, roaming the streets without a word, and only the monsters who had the smell died.

As the sun went down, the moon rose. One vagrant roaming in the dark passed through the area where the apartments had collapsed and become a walled state.

In a uniform, dizzy pile of rocks, some piled up as if for a purpose, and they were subtly shaped like a post.

Inside, there was a slater assembled for reconnaissance.

“Hey, hey. Over there.”

“What?”

“A vagrant.”

A vagrant surrounded by a giant is passing by the base of the post. In the current situation, they were hiding in someone else’s territory, they were running hidden outposts, not openly. With a silent reload of ammunition, the two slatters stare at the stumbling vagrant.

“Son of a bitch, he’s in bad shape.”

The vagrant appears to be in danger, and the monstrosity isn’t far away. They don’t hunt around their strongholds.

The left-handed collectors who control Harbin were determined to locate their strongholds, so fighting around the headquarters is like advertising that we’re hiding here.

That’s why they didn’t touch a group of refugees passing by the headquarters.

However, the story changes when you are a vagrant.

Slatters know how annoying a monstrous vagrant can be. You may have overlooked it, but monstrous vagrants sometimes crave to become monstrous CP drugs.

And it smells like a ghost on the blue chip that contains the CP. Of course, a vagrant who became a monster to someone with a chip is even more dangerous.

Of course, there is a very high chance that the vagrant will attack the slatters holding the chips in the building.

It is better to kill it when it is relatively less dangerous.

“Let’s shoot one at a time.”

“Good.”

Luckily, the vagrant is within range of the iron gun, and they reload.

“Three… Two….”

With my breath still, I’m afraid to put my finger on the trigger of two iron guns.

Puck!

Someone shoves a pair of gauntlet gloves down a slater’s throat.

“Town!”

Then he grabs the mouth of the other slater with his left hand and runs through the trunk of the other slater with just his right hand.

“Chug!”

Duck

He opens his eyes and watches one of his colleague’s cervical bones twist and pull out.

“Hehe! Hehe!”

Woohoo! Woohoo!

In an instant, a slater, pulled out of its neck by a blade glove, collapses while taking a shit. The other slater looks up in the dark, terrified of the hunter staring down at him.

“Shh.”

The man gently furrows his bloodied right hand, just saying that in a very dry voice.

By the time they count to three, Gene had already caught up with them.

Ramfil had a good idea of the slatters’ roar earlier, and had the situation communicated over the radio to Jin. You may raid Ramfil yourself, but Jean likes to keep things quiet so she catches up and neutralizes the slaters.

If you’d given me one shot, I might have pushed the nearby slatters off guard.

One was dead, one survived, and he couldn’t even look at one hunter and one vagrant with a terrifying look on his face. Ramfil reaches out to Gin before he catches the target.

“My clothes.”

As Ramfil spoke, Gene took the uniform out of the vacuum and gave it to Ramfil.

“It was a shame it went well.”

“Shut up.”

Ramfil takes off his giant and changes into a uniform. Still, it was natural that the body still smelled. I was wearing it for three days, so the smell wouldn’t go away unless I washed it thoroughly.

I don’t know what the surviving slater is, but I’ve noticed that I’m trapped, and it’s too late. Ramfil straightens out the frizzy hair with his uniform changed.

The Wargrave uniform reminds Slater of a failed armored car raid not long ago. The group that fled was slaughtered by the group that had escaped.

There was still a lot of talk on the inside. The idea of raiding a Wargrave armored car in the first place, no matter how much you try to kill it, is insane.

Eventually, they fail, and Wargrave finds the hidden slatters, the real invaders, rather than the left-handed ones.

Lamfil took over the interrogation.

“From now on, answer only what you ask.”

Ramfil only said something that made him very dry.

“Are you the ones who pretended to be indigenous people here and attacked us?”

“Please, save me…. Town!”

But Ramfil, instead of answering, closed Slater’s mouth and snapped his pinkie upside down.

“Urrgh! Urrgh!”

“I say again, I only answer questions.”

“Huff! Huff!”

He looked too calm for breaking one finger.

“Are you the ones who pretended to be indigenous Slater forces and attacked us?”

Slater was able to see right through his eyes that he was an unusual man. You don’t even have the freedom to scream, and you don’t even have the slightest intention of grinding Ramfil alive. Slater told Ramfil that all he had to do was tell him information and die.

Slater has to choose between two choices: die comfortably or die painfully.

Nod

He nods. He didn’t want to check with his body how the shot in front of him could cause more pain.

“Hey, if you cross one of the apartment complexes this way, there’s a big tunnel. Well, the entrance is closed, but if you squeeze through the basement, there’s a big basement. It’s… it’s all there.”

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“I’ve got a shotgun, but I’ve got a Chipmunk launcher.”

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“A little more than a hundred people.”

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Slater was overwhelmed by a brief horror, answering everything he asked. They even served the location of their strongholds, the size of their herds, and the level of their weapons.

If the answer is any slower, Ramfil twists his finger and speaks the truth, shaking in agony.

“How many outposts like this are nearby?”

“There are five of them. It is set to operate as a foreigner’s renovation….”

While Slater was serving, the Raider’s hunter plundered the bodies and collected the bullets as if he didn’t care.

“Tell me your location.”

Slater tells you the location of the five hidden outposts around him, and Ramfil looks at Harbin’s ruins in the dark.

“I’ll clean up the outpost.”

“Good.”

Ramfil hands the prisoner over to Gin and heads down into the darkness. Clear out the nearby outposts and destroy the stronghold. Now that the search is over, it’s a speed battle until the next Sentinel arrives and detects an anomaly.

The prisoner slater peers at Gin, shivering. The torture was done by Ramfil, but Jean killed her companion without blinking an eye.

I lived as a slater seeking pleasure in slaughter. But I’ve never seen killers so numb to life.

However, Gene had no interest in the fate of the man who was about to die.

“Hmm…. Hey, I was wondering.”

So, I asked the passing passerby the same question. Gene was stripping and trimming the flesh from his razor gloves.

“Yes, yes…. Just tell me…”

“Why Harbin?”

“Yes?”

“Why do you want to drive out the forces at Harbin and take this place? Changchun is in the south if you just need a Node, and there are a lot of places with no slatters nearby.”

In fact, there were numerous ruins without slatters while following the northern roads. So they didn’t have to be obsessed with Harbin. Although Portress is a good area, there is no reason to write a roadkill plan for more than twenty people in a crowd of only a hundred.

Why take away Harbin enough to throw away twenty long horses?

“Well, well… That, I really don’t know….”

“Hmm….”

It wasn’t a lying face.

“I, too, opposed the truth… I didn’t have to do this, but a lot of people would hide like rats and say,” Don’t you have to do this? “But he’s so stubborn… I can’t do it here….”

After all, the slatters couldn’t agree, but they were forced to follow the chief’s orders.

I’m sure there’s some kind of reason, but in the end, the jocks don’t know anything. There’s no need to find out why, but Gene didn’t take the case lightly.

Overall, there are many aspects of the validity that must be done. After all, Gene is a professional who takes care of quests once he decides to get paid. It’s not Gin’s style to leave a small corner behind. This is about exterminating the Raiders, but you’d better make sure you know what they mean.

‘We’d better keep the leader alive first.’

Gene has nothing more to ask, and Ramfil is back soon.

“I took care of everything.”

You didn’t hear any noise, so it seems there were no problems with the quiet.

“Good. Let’s move quickly, then.”

“Oops!”

Win!

Gene lightly twists Slater’s neck and wakes up.

Slater’s death opens his eyes even when he’s dead, not knowing if he’s dead. Of course, neither Ramfil nor Gin paid much attention to the dead prisoners.

The leader agreed, of course, to Gene’s proposal to keep him alive. I had to know if there was anything I was uncomfortable with. Slatters’ hideout was in Harbin’s closed, collapsed subway.

The tunnel itself collapsed and didn’t go through any of the other points, but rather it was using its own underground space as a shelter.

A hidden tunnel into the subway with a hole in the ruins at the bottom of the collapsed sinkhole.

You can’t see it from the top of the sinkhole, but the sentry stands at the bottom, of course. The battle begins the moment you descend. Prisoner information may be inaccurate, but past maps show that the site could be accessed through a subway facility.

It’s not a plan.

It’s an all-out war since it was discovered. Ramfil and Gin slowly make their way down to the sinkhole, killing their footsteps.

Ramfil lacks a silent weapon, so the ambush was Gin’s. Night Laser Rifles emit tremendous light. There’s a clear shot, but not as big as a firearm.

In Gene’s hands, he hears a compound bow that he doesn’t normally use very well.

Rather than killing sound with a silencer. This side is more specialized in assassination.

Gene pulls the protest tightly and slowly goes down.

Let’s get down to some level. In the darkness, Gene finds two rookies smoking with a grumpy look. It was a pitiful face to believe that nothing would happen today, because nothing usually happened. Gene sends a call to Ramfil first to stop him.

That’s why they didn’t see the sneaking raider.

Ping!

“Huff!”

Fear of one foot in the other’s head, Gene already draws another arrow into the protest.

Ping!

“Chug!”

One shot straight through the head of the other slater, one dead and unabashedly. Immediately, the entrance post is disabled, and Ramfil comes down as Gin gestures.

“Perfect place to hide out.”

The entrance was a very narrow and small gap that would allow one person to pass through. To be precise, we found this underground facility and concealed the entrance in this way. The entrance post was not only a scrap gun, but also a crude grenade launcher.