The soldiers nearby all shook their heads.
"This isn’t a weapon that relies on explosive impact or shrapnel to kill targets; it should be a projectile fired from a railgun or coilgun, a purely kinetic weapon!" the lieutenant said. "But I don’t recall any such weapon being deployed in Tianfu City..."
As everyone was still bewildered, a young man drenched in blood suddenly approached from afar, dragging a deford spine in his hand, with fresh flesh still attached to it.
"Who are you?" The soldiers at the outpost and in the patrol convoy raised their weapons simultaneously, aiming at the young man.
"Tianfu City-registered Mysterious Creature Hunter, Sun Hang, ID 0420." Sun Hang wiped the blood and flesh off his face. "I’m here to support you."
"Hunter? You’re the hunter here to support us?" The lieutenant’s expression stiffened. "You...flew...flew here from Tianfu City?"
He hadn’t heard of an electromagnetic gun that could launch humans like a projectile... even if there was, the strength required for such a "projectile" would be too high, even for a mysterious creature hunter, it might not be bearable...
Could it be that the sonic boom they heard just now was caused by this young hunter nad Sun Hang?
"Yeah, I couldn’t stop in ti and overshot, seems like I accidentally collided with sothing." Sun Hang laughed, "You ntioned a rogue hunter? Where is that hunter?"
The lieutenant looked at the blood and gri on Sun Hang, then at the scattered at mush and feather fragnts on the ground... hesitantly pointing at the spine in Sun Hang’s hand, he said, "He... he seems to be in your hand."
"You an this?" Sun Hang swung the spine a couple of tis and then casually tossed it aside, "I thought it was just a unlucky mysterious creature I smashed."
"His...his infection process seems to have broken through the dangerous threshold," the lieutenant said, "fully transford, so calling him a mysterious creature isn’t wrong..."
"Is there anything else to deal with?" Sun Hang scratched his head.
"No... uh, yes, yes there is." The lieutenant instinctively said no, then imdiately corrected himself, "We need to tally casualties and equipnt losses; there are many grievously injured who need urgent evacuation to the rear... also, the rogue hunter’s remains need to be carefully collected..."
He glanced at the "hunter’s remains" scattered everywhere, speaking in a much lower voice.
He estimated that the hunter’s "fragnts" were probably scattered over a two-kiloter radius, and collecting them all was a task beyond what this small squad could handle.
"Additionally, Outpost 307 is badly damaged, we need to send personnel for repairs, station staff need to be replenished... and a detailed report needs to be written..."
"Oh, those are your tasks, nothing to do with ." The young hunter nad Sun Hang waved his hand and walked off to the side.
The lieutenant raised his head and happened to see the expressionless Puppet Master walk up to Sun Hang, taking out a packet of tissues from her skirt pocket, pulling one out, and stood on tiptoes to wipe the gri off Sun Hang’s face.
These two... know each other?
No, they not only know each other, they seem to be quite close?
Despite the lieutenant’s curiosity, he ultimately suppressed his gossiping urge and turned to organize the remaining soldiers to transport all the wounded, including the sergeant, into the vehicles one by one.
Zhong Ling said nothing, she just gently wiped Sun Hang’s face with the tissue — even though at that speed, the gri on Sun Hang’s face was almost instantly dried by the wind; using a dry tissue was extrely difficult to remove it... Zhong Ling frowned slightly, applying more pressure with her hand.
"Stop wiping, stop wiping, I’ll just grab so water and wash my face." Sun Hang grasped Zhong Ling’s slender wrist, lowering her hand, and called out to the lieutenant’s back, "Hey, is there a tap water supply here?"
"Tap water? The outpost should have it... you want to..."
"Wash my face."
"Oh oh, just use the drinking water directly!" The lieutenant took four bottles of mineral water from the vehicle and handed them to Sun Hang.
"Thanks." Sun Hang opened a bottle and poured it over his face.
"We should be the ones thanking you... if it weren’t for your tily arrival, more lives might have been lost here."
In fact, Sun Hang could easily remove the gri himself, he could even absorb the bloodstains directly into his skin... but since soone was willing to serve him, he didn’t mind enjoying it.
Sun Hang randomly pulled over a box to sit on, while Zhong Ling, closely beside him, used the damp tissue to continue wiping the blood and gri on Sun Hang’s face and neck.
"Can I ask... how did you take down that rogue hunter?" The lieutenant hesitated but eventually asked the question he was most curious about.
"I’m not sure either, I just collided with him directly." Sun Hang blinked, feigning confusion. "I was just wondering if I hit sothing that I should compensate for... then I grabbed a spine, just like that, in a flustered mont... I was initially thinking to piece him back together afterward and apologize. But now it’s settled, all fine."
"Piece... piece him back together?" The lieutenant wiped the sweat that ford on his forehead, astonished.
"Just kidding, actually I saw the guy from afar." Sun Hang smiled, "Such a big birdman hovering in the air, super conspicuous, I thought it would be quite a struggle, who knew this guy was so fragile."
"Fragile..."
The lieutenant couldn’t help but recall the scene of the outpost soldiers using machine guns to shoot the black-robed hunter — the 12.7mm caliber bullets, capable of penetrating an eighty-milliter thick concrete wall, could only break the outermost feathers. Yet, here this young hunter, seemingly his age, had shattered the black-robed hunter with just his flesh.
In the true sense of the word... shattered.
"I’ll go back to work, please take care of the on-site logistics... if any mysterious creatures approach at this ti..."
"I know, I know, that’s my job, I’ll handle it." Sun Hang said.
The lieutenant ran back toward the convoy, and Sun Hang turned to look at Zhong Ling, who was so closely pressed against him, a faint scent wafted into his nostrils.
Many people say the scent on won is actually from shampoo and body wash, but for so reason, during intense physical activity, when sweating profusely, this scent becos more prominent.
Is this the effect of hormones... or have these won been "marinated" into flavor by costics and skincare products?
No, wait... Zhong Ling seems to never use costics or skincare products... the shampoo and body wash she uses are also the unlabelled white bottles distributed by the Dubhe Tower, these things have no added fragrance and are completely odorless.
So, this scent he slled... is her sweat?
Sun Hang took another deep breath, his right hand instinctively reached for Zhong Ling’s waist.
Just as he was about to touch Zhong Ling’s back waist, a gaze filled with chilling intent suddenly aid at him from the side.
With the corner of his eye, Sun Hang caught a glimpse; sure enough, the Number One Cadaver was glaring at him nacingly from the side.
Sun Hang quickly withdrew his hand, obediently sitting on the box, allowing Zhong Ling to continue wiping the bloodstains from his face.
"Will you be going ho for dinner tonight?" Sun Hang asked, "Anyway, this convoy can’t continue its patrol mission."
Zhong Ling: "Hm?"
"Cup noodles aren’t as good as the als you cook. No, they’re miles apart." Sun Hang shalessly said, "You’ve spoiled my taste, so you’re responsible."
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