Chapter 191 - Chapter 191: 103. Passionate Wilderness_3 (1/2)

Chapter 191: 103. Passionate Wilderness_3

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“15 Energy Points… these team members are ordinary people without extraordinary abilities.”

Noland Lee figured out the details of the seven opposing members and didn’t hesitate anymore.

He circled around to the rear of the team, using the bushes as cover, and slowly approached the four-wheeled motorcycles.

The team members were excitedly scavenging the campsite, completely unaware of the stranger approaching them.

Noland quietly came to the side of the motorcycles and found a revolver and a dagger in them.

He held the dagger in his left hand, pressed it below his gun-wielding right hand, and cast the “Magic Shield” while leaning on the motorcycle to initiate an attack.

“Bang!”

A team member who was carrying a backpack fell on his back, with a round hole in the center of his forehead.

The sudden sound of gunfire alarmed the team members in the camp.

They dropped their spoils of war and pulled out their firearms to counterattack.

After realizing that there was only one attacker, the six surviving team members laughed wildly and pulled the trigger, showering the bullets all around their opponent.

They thought their enemy would be intimidated by the bullets, burying their head and passively taking a beating.

But they were wrong.

Noland faced the bullets flying towards him, calmly aimed at the forehead of his next target, and pulled the trigger, then at the forehead of the third target…

He had a “Magic Shield” and could completely ignore the threat of small caliber bullets, allowing him to directly face the enemy.

The arrogant team members turned into living targets.

Noland emptied the bullet chamber, sending precise shots into the forehead of each of his opponents.

Only then did the remaining team members realize that something was wrong.

The moment he turned to run, he was caught up by Noland, who slit his throat with the dagger.

Surveying the messy campsite, Noland picked up a water bottle and towel from the ground to clean the blood off his hands.

He checked the deconstruction result, carefully read the team members’ memories, and let out a mixed sigh of joy and caution.

“Turns out this Fission Wilderness isn’t as peaceful either.

“The campsite belongs to the fisherman, the team is a scavenger team.

“The scavengers are backed by big city gangs. Behind the big city gangs, there are local forces like the Alchemist Association, Chamber of Commerce, Consortium, and companies.

“There are no alchemists among the scavengers, but all big city gangs have alchemists stationed. Basically, the leaders of each gang are Alchemists of First to Second Order. Higher-level alchemists are all recruited by the local forces behind the gangs…”

Noland washed the blood off his hands, rubbed his chin, and slowly nodded.

“Judging from the memories of these scavengers, the Golden Federation is a nation that values strength even more than the Tatis Empire.

“In the Tatis Empire, ordinary people have no access to the ‘Imperial Fist.’ But in the Golden Federation, all kinds of alchemists are everywhere, deeply integrated into various aspects of society. From planting crops to manufacturing firearms, to building cars and houses, everywhere there are alchemists. It’s hard for ordinary people not to be exposed to alchemists.” Noland grinned.

“I like this place, even though there are many extraordinary people and the competition is fierce, but accordingly, extraordinary people are less restrained. As long as I don’t show those horrifying death-related spells, life can still be fulfilling. ”

Noland searched the camp and found a metal box containing “Compressed Rice

Soup. ”

This was a type of alchemical food that would dissolve upon contact with water. After being soaked in hot water, it would quickly turn into a soft, sticky, thick rice soup.

Although it sounded similar to “Compressed Biscuits,” it was not made by the food industry but was a product of “Food Alchemy.”