After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 413

He immediately threw the pitiful gouji berries he had in his hands to the people below.

"What!"

He jumped down as the birds dived onto the men, they were fast and when they dived in, it caught every one by surprise.

"WHAT!" they yelled, surprised by the red bits on them. But then they felt strong pecks they couldn’t see and they couldn’t help but curse and yell.

Immediately they waved around their weapons, not even touching a single avian. Even the level 12 aborigine didn’t hit one.

Ansel took advantage of this chaos to go behind the trees and meet up with Tom and the others. He found them when Tom loud-whispered in his direction, otherwise he’d have gone elsewhere.

They were apparently behind a rock, barely breathing. It was arguably a better hiding place, but who told him to always take the wrong direction?

As for Fufi, he wasn’t there. The dog was very fast, he definitely had gone much farther than they did during this time. Ansel wasn’t worried about him at all, and just looked at the three men who were waiting for instructions.

"Let’s go!" he yelled, and he led the group in a direction—

Which happened to be nearer the Fargo group of men.

"There!"

"Shit!" Ansel yelled while the others cursed at their own stupidity. They should’ve known better than to let Ansel take the lead!

Immediately, they ran back. To their surprise though—

BANG!

Tom squeaked when he saw a familiar tiny mark smoking on a tree near him. The others saw it too and cursed.

"Fuck! They still have guns!"

"Damn!"

Although Xeno weapons technically dealt more damage to indigenous species, especially monsters, guns were still better for most Terrans because it was much easier to handle. Humans—even a high-leveled one—didn’t have the armor-like skins of most monsters here.

Guns… still had a lot of damage against humans after a while.

The jerks here were the Fargo men for sure, keeping such weapons that would’ve been almost useless to the current level of monsters. Obviously, the weapons were kept specifically for dealing with humans!

Scum! They were definitely up to no good!

They should die already—it would save a lot of people the pain of having to deal with them!

They wanted to do it themselves, but…!

BANG!

BANG!

But how could the four of them go against a dozen men—with guns no less? Although most of these men were not above them in level, they had an Aborigine with them! A level 12 one!

"Damnit!"

"We can’t handle them—let’s go to Bright for help," Ansel said, panting. The others agreed, gesturing to escape with their lives.

But how could these men—a lot of whom were bleeding, someone even had his eye bleeding after being pecked by a bird—let them go unscathed!?

They all raised their guns, intent on just shooting regardless of wasted bullets! These intruders had to pay!