The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

But then, three more dull gunshots rang out.

A clanging sound like the intersection of gold and iron flashed, and a few sparks flew away in a flash. But it was Jing'an's bullet that fell on the shell of the blood scorpion, and it didn't penetrate, and even bounced off.

"Tsk... Can't you wear it?"

Under the path of mortal evolution, Jing'an not only avoided the ‘fatal blow’ in advance, and even completed the molting and bombing movements while tumbling and pulling away.

Jing'an stopped staying any more, he kept shifting his position non-stop, and continued to avoid the pursuit of the blood scorpion-but if he ran in a straight line, he would definitely not be the opponent of the blood scorpion.

So... stop and turn back. The weird figure like a rabbit kicking an eagle, moving under the chase of a blood scorpion, like dancing on the tip of a knife, is enough to make ordinary people fearful.

With the powerful motor nerves, Jing'an even completed several rounds of such complex movements in a row, without the slightest physical discomfort.

Is this the power of evolution?

Jing'an sighed, and while fighting back, he continued to drag the blood scorpion to deal with it.

Even as arthropods, there is also the concept of excessive blood loss. As long as he continues to lead the blood scorpion to run wildly, the latter will sooner or later die due to the loss of body fluids.

This is the first plan given by the system, and it is also the most'cost-saving' hunting plan.

The 43% success rate does not seem to be too low.

But at this moment, a sudden bark interrupted Jing'an's thoughts. I saw the old popsicles flashing out from one side, accompanied by the system's prompts.

[Warning: Please move the host laterally to the left to avoid attacks]

Before the brain's command, the body hadn't reacted yet, the old popsicle sprang out from nowhere, and immediately ‘condensed’ into a yellow-black streamer, which suffocated directly on Jing’an’s right shoulder.

With a bang, muscle soreness and a feeling of floating came along. Later, I saw a string of red lights flashing by.

It was the sharp scorpion tail clinging to the hind legs of the old popsicle, raising a handful of fine bristles, and at this time it slashed straight through, deeply submerged in the soil. There was only a slender tail of the needle left, and Jing An's eyelids jumped.

Such a quick and concealed attack, if it hits a head-on...

[Reminder: As predicted, the 43% success rate of option 1, officially declared failure]

As the system says, if it weren't for the help of the old popsicles, even if he had evolved his physical strength, he would be seriously injured at this time, or even hit the key.

"throat!"

The old popsicle that fell to the ground was shocked, and even though it was rolling on the ground, rolling up the yellow sand all over, it couldn't stand up.

Its mouth and nose began to secrete milky white mucus frantically, and its limbs kicked the mound frantically, as if something disgusting was stuck to its body, the old popsicle's throat rolled, and it kept making dull roars.

"Roar, roar..."

This look is like an exaggeration of rabies.

Fortunately, the blood scorpion's attention has been placed on Jing'an's body. At this time, it was running wildly around the mound, wiping the green sticky blood all over the ground. This will not let the old popsicle end up with a ‘one cut and two break’ end.

"Old popsicle?! System, what's wrong with it?"

[Hint: The neurotoxin of the blood scorpion invades the body of the old popsicle and can penetrate the immune system in an instant. This toxin is very fast and is intended to paralyze the target's nerves. It does not last for a long time and will recover in about fifteen seconds. It is recommended that the host ignore it temporarily and focus on the blood scorpion]

With such a miserable appearance, if there were no system prompts, Jing An would not worry much for a while. But now it seems that there should be no major problems.

Thinking of this, Jing'an no longer had the idea of ​​keeping hands. He realized how naive his thoughts are—the lion fights the rabbit still needs to work hard, but he is still figuring out how to save resources as much as possible.

If you continue to hesitate, you will die... Just like the data indicated by the system, as long as the probability is less than 100%, there are unpredictable ‘variables’.

It's time to do it.

After making up his mind, Jing An took out the long object from his chest.

The silver-white lock is quite delicate, and the traces printed with ink and black lacquer symbolize an unquestionable identity-a specification product from the military production line, and there is no possibility of cutting corners.

When the next turning back movement was completed, he took out the insurance, and threw it beside the blood scorpion with his hand.

The fine articulated limbs are intertwined with each other, like a rolling tank track, and they are suddenly rolled into the abdomen.

After that, this luxury consumable worth fifty caps burst into a brilliant yellow light in an instant.

"boom!!"

The heat wave is like boiling hot water, lifting the whole blood scorpion high like a pot lid. The shattered carapace, the flying residual limbs, mixed with green mixed blood fell in the air, with an indescribable burning smell.

Jing'an was like a rock on the edge of a cliff. When even being overwhelmed by this sweeping impact, he rolled several somersaults in the sand pile and swallowed a mouthful of bitter yellow sand, and then stopped with a grime face.

He stared at the broken body of the blood scorpion dumbfounded, and stammered.

"This is so exaggerated..."

What you pay for is really an unchanging truth.

Although there is already a sense of how powerful it is, after experiencing this irresistible impact, Jing'an has given it a higher evaluation.

If you can buy a lot of them in wholesale, then hunting this way will not take much effort at all.

[Reminder: The output of standard weapons in the old century was extremely limited, and the host just hit the Grand Canal this time. In the future, the probability of encountering at the market in Mueller City will only be less than 3%]

Just talk about it.

Jing An grinned with a wry smile, and from the corner of her eyes she caught a glimpse of the old popsicle that had already stood up. He thought of something, and immediately frowned slightly.

"System, the blood scorpion's stinging tail almost killed me at that time, why can't this matter be prompted earlier?"

In fact, if it hadn't been for the old popsicle to give him at a critical time, he might be Jing'an lying on the ground now.

[Reminder: Any proposal or plan of the system has changes in probability. The so-called world is unpredictable, no one can be 100% sure. Please take the host seriously and make correct judgments every time]

Obviously a little unhappy, but there is nothing to refute.

Perhaps because it has gone so far so far, Jing'an has not even considered the consequences of failure.

He took a deep breath and realized that the system is not an all-knowing and all-powerful god.

"No matter how much it is, it's just...suggestion."

Jing'an shook his head gently, and some lost thoughts inevitably came up in her heart-after all, she could only rely on herself.

But after a while, he adjusted his mood again.

He has long understood the warmth and coldness of the world. If there is no such system, he is afraid that the function is holding Noel and crying without tears.

Only the identity and income of the scavenger, why should he save a severely infected person?

Even if it is not an edict to carry to the sky, it is at least an invitation to leap into the dragon.

Grasping this only opportunity, this is what he should do.

The big ups and downs in the state of mind did not affect the outside. In the eyes of the old popsicle who was able to stand on the side, he was just stunned for a while.

"Wow!"

[Translation: What are you still doing, work fast]

Under the professional simultaneous translation system, Jing'an has recovered. He pursed his mouth and smiled, then leaned down and patted the old popsicle on the broad head.

"Thank you. Without your help, I might be dead."

The latter's head tilted back slightly, leaving Jing'an's arm aside. The pair of brown pupils closed to the side, revealing some dazzling whites.

"Woo..."

[Translation: Just like you, want to save people? 】

Jing An couldn't help but smiled, but didn't argue any more. After making a simple dressing for the old popsicles, he got up, just when he wanted to put the materials one by one in a special container.

Suddenly, the sound of the system sounded, causing Jing'an to stop what she was doing.

[A violent reaction on the way is detected, please find the corresponding area immediately to escape]

"…what?"

The unexpected warning made Jing'an slightly stunned. In contrast, the old popsicle on the side reacted first.

The canine tooth hooked on the knot of Jing'an backpack, and he yanked it aside.

Then, a sudden shock hit the sky overwhelmingly, knocking one person and one dog to the ground at once.

[Warning, please stay away from this place as soon as possible... A lord-level creature is detected! 】

The sound like a red alarm burst in his mind, instantly making Jing'an aware of the seriousness of the problem.

He retracted the container in his hand into his pocket and rolled on the ground along the way. Jing An rolled directly behind the broken stone wall-he looked around, only to find that the old popsicle had no shadow.

There should be nothing wrong...

Just as he thought about it like this, the sense of vibration had intensified.

Afterwards, the mound in front of Jing'an exploded!

Accompanied by a dull, high-pitched roar, I saw a long black shadow bursting out of it!

Only the word Pangoli could hardly describe its majestic body, gushing out like underground spring water, firmly absorbing Jing'an's gaze.

"This, this is..."

[Warning: The flaming red python appears, please avoid it as soon as possible...No, stay still and slow down your breathing. Please don’t have any luck in your heart. If you act rashly, the fatality rate will be 100%.]

hundred percent.

Jing'an understands that this is a deduction based on any conditions and premises, which means that facing this behemoth, he will only die forever.

Jing'an's heart suddenly protruded, her eyes widened immediately, and she stopped moving.

"Chuck, grunt..."

The blood scorpion that should have been paralyzed aside at this time has disappeared.

But strange noises came from his head, accompanied by a viscous green unidentified liquid, dripping on the sand one after another.

With only a plop, a broken big claw fell from the air, full of cracks and green liquor.

"Gululululu..."

It was like the sound of drums reverberating in the valley, and then, a purple-black strip-shaped object flashed past, and instantly hooked away the broken ao.

The shell was cracked and crushed, and the sound of chewing was endless.

Jing'an's forehead began to sweat slightly. Although he did not lift his head, an indescribable sense of tension was exploding from his spine, spreading across his body like an electric current.

I should be targeted.

[Warning: Keep your breathing rate and don’t continue to accelerate your heartbeat. Hold on for thirty-nine seconds, then there will be sudden situations that will divert the red python’s attention]

Thirty-nine seconds, a time limit that is enough to make one's heart cool.