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253: Chapter 179: Mutation Hound, Beheader!

(Two in One, Seeking Monthly Pass)_3 253: Chapter 179: Mutation Hound, Beheader!

(Two in One, Seeking Monthly Pass)_3 He was confident enough that even if he couldn’t kill the Mutant Beast, he could still escape.

The campfire was located about seven or eight kiloters off the highway.

That area was all wilderness, rarely visited by anyone.

Treading on the ground of sand, stones, and weeds, Brian moved like a ghost, changing direction with the mountain breeze, approaching against the wind, little by little.

When he was still nearly less than a kiloter away,

A pungent whiff of pheromones was captured by Brian’s nostrils.

He stopped in his tracks, carefully deciphering the ssage contained in the air’s pheromones: Territory owned, approach with danger!

Brian was familiar with this kind of pheromones.

Every ti Shi San marked his territory with urine, it was sowhat similar, only the sll wasn’t as strong, and the aggressive scent within the pheromones was not as intense.

“Could this mutant beast be a dog, or a dog with an owner?”

Brian widened his eyes.

He began to understand why there was a campfire up ahead.

Right!

Brian suddenly rembered the Beheader rumors ntioned by the Ken Victor Lake town police before; vehicles abandoned along the highway, bloodstains at the scene, papers sared with blood that told the Beheader’s story, yet no bodies or traces of human tissue could be found…

If the so-called Beheader had a Mutant Dog with him, then it all made sense.

There were no victims’ bodies because they had all been eaten!

Now, Brian dared not approach any closer.

Shi San’s perception was already so keen, able to lock on scents in the air that even his enhanced sense of sll couldn’t detect; who knew what kind of amazing abilities the Mutant Dog possessed.

Following the mountain breeze, he once again found a relatively high point, observing the area from there.

The other party had chosen a spot to camp that was a low-lying area sheltered from the wind.

Standing here, he could barely make out the situation on the other side.

But with just one look,

Brian furrowed his brows.

No one!

Not only were there no people, but there were also no dogs!

There was just a campfire still burning.

“In this open environnt, with this kind of fire, wood must be added every twenty minutes or so, or else the fire would have gone out long ago; no people, no dogs…”

Brian violently looked behind him.

Just over two hundred ters behind him, in the midst of weeds, lay a monster over a ter tall, with a body length of more than three ters, a slender head, ears like drooping fans, and a long, flat mouth, stealthily creeping towards his direction.

On the back of the beast, rode a man with a pale face and long hair, wearing a coat, his expression somber.

When Brian looked over, the man was also looking this way.

“Shit!”

“To be discovered from this far, impressive!”

Brian cursed, lifted the sniper rifle in his hands, and with the triple enhancents of Supercomputer Perception Body Control Eagle Eye, his mind flashed with a plethora of data, and instinctively he adjusted the muzzle ever so slightly before pulling the trigger.

In the distance, the man riding on his beloved dog’s back slightly squinted his eyes, looking at the small figure on the hill ahead.

He didn’t expect to be woken from a sound sleep by soone brazenly approaching this place.

Now he had his breakfast.

“Blanco, my dear, no need to be so cautious, we’re at an attackable range now…”

The next mont.

Bang~

Gunshots echoed across the wilderness.

Before the gloomy man could finish speaking, a sniper bullet had pierced through his mouth, and the impact of the bullet sent his body flying backward, smashing onto the soft grass.

His sullen, narrow eyes still held the cruel excitent of the hunt, but now they were wide open, with a bloody hole through his entire head, silently aiming at the sky, a mute testant to who was really the prey…

“Roar~”

Sensing the disappearance of its master’s life force, the beast that was ready to charge let out a mournful roar, sounding less like a dog and more like so ancient wild animal.

It turned its body, its long tongue licking the corpse on the ground, stimulated by the scent of blood, the light of intelligence in its eyes disappeared, turning to a blood-red.

“Roar~”

This ti, it was an angry roar.

Bang, bang, bang~

Bullets, one after another, showed it no rcy.

The beast just opened its mouth, and seven or eight bullets penetrated it, targeting the unmoving monster’s eyes and brain.

The next mont.

Almost out of a premonition like instinct.

The beast’s form flashed, its bulky body suddenly appeared more than three ters away, and then it rushed towards Brian over two hundred ters away like a mad creature.

Brian casually tossed his sniper rifle to the ground, twisted his neck, and slightly squatted with his legs.

As the beast charged to within thirty ters, Brian leaped up, coming at him with an overwhelming force, but Brian’s leg muscles exploded with power, leaping over five ters high from a standstill, and with the montum of the jump, he got the jump on the beast and landed a precise punch right on the beast’s nose.

Boom~

The heavily built monster, weighing several hundred pounds, was sent flying back at an even faster speed, screaming as it crashed onto the gravel, kicking up clouds of dust.

Brian’s form, too, under the force’s influence, had his right hand twisted and fractured, and he awkwardly tumbled back up the hillock from where he had leaped.

Crunch~

Brian spat out a mouthful of sand and stones, his twisted right hand moved like a writhing snake, making a noise of bone grinding, and rearranged itself, returning to normal.

He kicked off the broken shoes from his feet, just as he was about to look forward to the rising dust in front of him.

A sharp pain, however, ca from the back of his right hand.

Brian looked down, only to be shocked to find his right hand, tough as buffalo hide, muscular as rubber, bony as iron, had been corroded as if by strong sulfuric acid, in less than a second, only a pit-riddled skeletal fra of the hand remained…

“Damn it, this monster’s body fluid is so corrosive!”

Brian didn’t hesitate, grabbed the wrist of his right hand with his left, and with a grimace of intense pain, he forcefully ripped off the palm area of his right hand, accompanied by a crisp tearing sound.

..

“Roar~”

Ahead, as the dust cleared, the monster with sunken cheeks drooled droplets of highly corrosive liquid from its gaping mouth, corroding the ground into nurous pits.

Its blood-red eyes, filled with relentless hatred, were fixed on Brian in front.

Amidst the heavy breathing.

A special scent emanated from around it, corroding the stubborn weeds into a black and yellow color.

This was truly a monster, poisonous through and through!

Brian t the monster’s hateful gaze, a slight squint in his eyes.

One touch, and there goes a hand!

Hand-to-hand combat is not good.

Damn it!

How can there be such a monster!

While pondering.

Brian casually threw the severed right limb aside; the at buds at the amputated wound squird, and under the continuous washing of the warm Gift Energy, pieces of pale white bones, muscles, blood, and skin grew at a visibly rapid pace…

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