Although he didn't know what was going on, Sean still did as he was told.
He wasn't sure what Shawn wanted to do, but Shawn always liked to leave the Camp and operate outside, and Sean had gotten used to it.
At first, there was some worry, but then every time Shawn returned with a harvest, the people in the Camp stopped saying much.
"Try to be back before dark."
Sean reminded him.
Shawn agreed.
He knew that if he didn't return before dark, Sean would definitely bring people to look for him.
The small car detached from the convoy, leaving the main road via a fork, and drove in another direction.
This time, Shawn's departure was impulsive, not for any other reason, but simply because a special marker appeared on the map.
The golden icon, which looked like a gift box and was constantly flashing, was extremely eye-catching.
The location was roughly to the west, in an area where the map's fog of war had not been completely cleared.
"I've been busy almost non-stop since I rushed back, so I forgot about this."
Shawn drove while looking straight ahead through the windshield at the sky above.
There, a red-boxed, blue-tarped airdrop was slowly descending from high in the sky.
And a line of numbers kept shrinking before Shawn's eyes.
[4.1 kilometers...]
[4 kilometers...]
[3.8 kilometers...]
[2.7 kilometers...]
As Shawn drove forward, this number continued to shrink.
The airdrop just happened to spawn near Shawn, and there was a low probability of good items spawning inside, so Shawn simply took a detour to get there.
A distance of 4 kilometers was not far, and Shawn arrived in the vicinity within 5 minutes.
By this time, the airdrop had already landed, and in addition to the system's marker, Shawn could also see the red smoke grenade spewing at its landing spot.
Parking the car by the roadside, Shawn grabbed his blade and charged in.
Several Walkers were wandering nearby, seemingly attracted by the commotion caused by the airdrop; they hadn't found anyone and were about to scatter when they ran right into the approaching Shawn.
Shawn, of course, was not going to miss this opportunity to gain experience.
Shawn's blade flicked, directly entering a Walker's neck, and with a casual twist, the uneven head fell off.
Although the head was not completely destroyed, the health bar was cleared with that single strike.
Before the other Walkers could turn around, Shawn performed a'Spiked Ear Pierce', the end of his Crescent Blade piercing from the left ear to the right ear.
Pulling out the Crescent Blade and shaking off the dirty blood, Shawn stood still, holding the blade, no longer moving.
His breathing evened out, and his head was slightly bowed, as if he had entered a brief dormant state.
The Walkers had approached within 2 meters of him, growling softly.
Having not eaten for a long time, their aggressiveness was not as strong as the Walkers in the city, but their teeth were still sharp.
Just as they were about to take another step, Shawn suddenly looked up.
And it was precisely at the moment Shawn looked up that the Crescent Blade moved in response.
When Shawn looked directly at them, the reflection of the Crescent Blade was already in his eyes.
Five heads instantly flew up, and the headless bodies fell to the ground, lifeless.
Not a single one could get close; they were directly cut down by Shawn.
Shawn came to the airdrop.
It was an 80cm tall wooden crate, with the parachute ropes still tied to its four corners.
"This is the airdrop system, I wonder what I can get from it..."
Shawn reached out his hand towards the airdrop crate.
Everything happened in a flash!
Before Shawn's hand could even touch the crate, a dark shadow attacked from his peripheral vision!
Shawn had no choice but to block with a backhand, and a force struck him; this power almost exceeded all enemies he had encountered before!
Shawn took a step back, and without even looking, he slashed forward with his blade!
After the sound of cutting through the air, a few strands of hair fell, and the assailant retreated.
Only then did Shawn have a chance to look up.
The person wore a black combat suit and a White Skull Mask on his face, and he tilted his head at Shawn.
"Interesting."
His voice was muffled.
Another person walked out from behind him, similarly robust in build, and also wearing a mask.
However, this latter person merely stood behind the first, clearly indicating a superior-subordinate relationship between the two.
The White Skull looked at Shawn, not rushing to act, but simply walking a few steps around him as if on a stroll.
"I saw you kill those Walkers just now. Your skills are good. Are you interested in joining us?"
"Think about it carefully, this is a good opportunity."
"Once we leave, it will be difficult for you to find us."
The White Skull Mask seemed to carry a smile, and Shawn could hear a playful mockery in his words.
"I think... did you get something wrong?"
Shawn also chuckled, holding the Crescent Blade horizontally with his right arm.
Suddenly, he let go, allowing the blade of the Crescent Blade to sink into the mud.
He extended two fingers and placed them in front of his eyes.
Then he turned and pointed at the two people in black combat suits opposite him.
Immediately after, he flipped his arm, and his two fingers beckoned to each of them separately.
"Ugh ah--"
The White Skull Mask laughed.
He tilted his head back, his combat-gloved hands stroking his mask, all the way to the back of his head.
"No matter where I go, I always meet arrogant people..."
Before he could finish, the White Skull Mask suddenly moved!
The person behind him moved with him.
The White Skull Mask arrived first; he was swift, skilled, and his movements were precise, clearly indicating he was trained, not an amateur.
He charged straight for Shawn's face, throwing a feint punch.
At this moment, Shawn could even see the confusion in his eyes.
He seemed to be wondering why Shawn was standing still and not attacking.
But in the next second, he knew why.
All the feints and probes were mere illusions in Shawn's eyes.
Shawn raised a fist and, before the White Skull Mask could make contact, punched him at the junction of his chest and abdomen.
With an upward punch, the White Skull Mask was sent flipping backward.
Under the White Skull Mask, his face was completely flushed. He tried to stand up forcefully, but the rapidly Attack pain and feeling of suffocation forced him to return to his original position.
Lying prostrate on the ground, he struggled to suppress his breath.
As soon as his complexion eased slightly, he looked up only to see his teammate, who had charged forward, flying back.
His condition was not much better than his own just now.
"Again!!"
The White Skull Mask swallowed a breath, but he couldn't swallow his pride.
He dug his ten fingers into the ground, using the leverage to try and stand up directly.
A large hand directly gripped his shoulder, pressing him back down.
The White Skull Mask instantly looked up, meeting Shawn's condescending gaze.
That gaze was like an ice blade from the peak of a snowy mountain; the moment he saw it, a chill ran from his spine all the way to the back of his neck.
The White Skull Mask could swear he had never in his life seen such an oppressive gaze.
Just one look was enough to snap him out of his enraged state!
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