The man on the back seat of the snowmobile had a Single Soldier Machine Gun by his leg, within easy reach.

But at this moment, he wanted to retaliate, but it was already too late! Escaping was even more impossible.

He twisted his body, leapt straight off the vehicle, fell sideways to the ground, rolled, and went for the Laser Pistol at his waist.

"Kid, you dare to attack us? You're dead meat..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qu Jianlei stood up and fired another shot, hitting the enemy directly in the shoulder.

Then he quickly fired follow-up shots, the man on the back seat took two more hits, the driver got one, and the snow mastiff struggled to escape, taking three shots.

With that first shot, even if it tried to flee for its life, it wouldn't last long, but... just in case?

Qu Jianlei didn't like uncontrolled situations and decisively killed the snow mastiff to prevent further trouble.

He dug a pit in the ground, threw the two bodies in, skinned the snow mastiff, and buried it too.

This encounter not only got him a snowmobile but also over two hundred kilograms of dog meat.

In reality, his gains were more than that, including some firearms, ammunition, fuel, and a portion of food.

This snowmobile was probably transporting supplies, but unfortunately, the two had ill intentions along the way and got counter-killed by him.

Qu Jianlei didn't stay there long, fearing someone nearby would come to check. After burying the bodies, he ate something and left.

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wmobile driving wasn't difficult; he got the hang of it after a couple of tries, and soon after starting it, he vanished into the windy snow.

The supplies on the vehicle were a bit too much, so after driving seventy or eighty kilometers, he found a hidden spot and dug another hole.

This was the sixth Secret Camp he set up, but this time it was temporarily established to deal with the Black Wind Team.

During the digging process, snowflakes started to fall again, which provided some cover, allowing him to dig at a leisurely pace.

By nightfall, the cave he dug could even hide the snowmobile well, so he stopped working.

After sleeping in the cave for a night, he set up camouflage again the next day and then disappeared into the vast snowy plains.

The Black Wind Team's temporary lair was set up in a camp called "Half Mountain," and the place was indeed halfway up a mountain.

On this day, a man walked through the wind and snow, dressed plainly, carrying two long guns on his back and a large bundle.

Solitary travelers are usually more down and out, but this one was a bit of an exception, dressed in bulky clothing and even wearing a helmet.

There were many sharp-eyed people in the camp. From the tracks left by the man, they deduced he must be a trader from a small team.

Otherwise, carrying such heavy supplies, he wouldn't have been able to walk far.

The newcomer was quite orderly, asking about the cost of setting up a stall, and directly went to the designated hall to set up a stall.

The hall was about one hundred and fifty square meters, drafty and not very warm, but still better than outside.

Inside, there were seven or eight small stalls. The newcomer paid the management fee and set up his stall.

On the stall, there was a Gauss Gun, a mutant duck-billed ram, some beast meat, and various odds and ends.

Anyone could see it was a team clearing out inventory—considering the sale of firearms, there could also be some double-crossing.

Mutant Beasts are in demand, and someone soon came over to ask the price.

The stall owner's price was a bit inflated, but since the duck-billed ram is a common Mutant Beast with limited value, no one forced the price down.

Seeing the stall owner was firm on the price, someone started asking about the prices of other items.

The stall owner didn't idle, he also went around the other stalls to see what he could buy.

By the time it got dark, he finally sold the Mutant Beast at a discount and packed up to leave.

On the third day, he came again, bringing six more beasts, though they were more common grass foxes.

That night he left again, but now two thugs from the Half Mountain camp took notice.

Seeing him walking with unsteady steps, they exchanged a glance and followed from a distance.

After following for about a kilometer, one of the thugs shouted, "Hey, you there... stop right now!"

The lone traveler turned around, already casually unhooking the Laser Rifle from his shoulder, his stance clearly cautious.

The two thugs, however, didn't seem to care. One wielded a Laser Pistol, while the other held a Gauss Rifle.

In Zhou Six's territory, most people were relatively "orderly." The incident the other night was just an exception.

The two thugs approached aggressively but hadn't raised their weapons.

One of them fished out a silver coin, snorted, "Friend, using fake money... is that fitting?"

Qu Jianlei swayed and stepped directly in front of him, punching the guy hard enough to send him flying.

Immediately after, he kicked the other guy to the ground, bent down, and grabbed the Laser Pistol away.

He disengaged the safety and fired a shot, hitting the snow near the guy holding the Gauss Gun, sending ice and snow scattering everywhere.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot you both dead!"

As he spoke, he kicked away the Gauss Gun, "Who gave you the guts?"

People were watching from a distance in the camp, and seeing this, they surprisingly cheered, "Ha, these two guys ran into a real tough one."

The two thugs hadn't expected this guy to act so quickly and skillfully.

One thug hurriedly spoke, "Kid, you better wise up. We're with the Black Wind!"

Qu Jianlei originally intended to draw out some clueless guys to gather information. Upon hearing "Black Wind," he thought this was quite a coincidence.

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