20 Encountering Poachers Again

At night, Alex did not leave the Nata tribe.

In front of him, there were six poachers' corpses. He decided to hunt other poachers after devouring them.

This time, the devouring lasted for a short time.

After four evolutions, no matter what ability Alex had, it had improved significantly.

He waved its claws and came in front of the statue. It was an alien with a strange shape. Its large head was flat, and beside it was a giant golden scorpion.

The last one was an oval-shaped flying machine.

A UFO!

It seemed that the news of an alien landing on Earth was true.

Whether it was the mysterious underground world, the Hydra King, or the creepy statue, they all proved that.

Alex made a judgment in his heart. They did not seem to be of the same race.

One was a snake, and the other was a scorpion. Could it be that two different races of extraterrestrial life descended to Earth at that time and then mysteriously disappeared?

At this time, there was a clamor.

Alex climbed out and saw the Nata aborigines dressed in strange clothes from afar. They wore hats on their heads, some held large drums, and some held suonas.

It was like an ancient sacrifice.

"System, what are they doing?" Alex asked.

He knew that the ancient aborigines kept the primitive way of sacrifice in his previous life, but he didn't know what to do when that happened.

"Host, they are using this method to express their respect and gratitude to God," the system replied immediately.

Alex understood. Just like in modern society, when faced with a crisis, some people would pray to God.

They believed that God would send a mysterious power to help them solve the disaster through this method.

Although the rituals were different, the principles were interlinked.

When he arrived at the square, the primitive inhabitants of the Nata tribe knelt on the ground at the same time, muttering a mysterious local language with pious eyes.

Not far away, Alex also saw Diana and the other two. They were looking in this direction, or more accurately, at him.

It was as if they had not accepted the fact that they had seen Alex with their own eyes.

Alex looked at all the residents of the Nata. They were primarily young people. Except for the old leader, Silk, there were very few people in their fifties.

Most of them were in their 20s to their 40s. Alex figured it out after thinking for a while.

These primitive tribes were relatively backward in terms of living conditions and technology. They hunted for a living and faced all kinds of dangers.

Attacks, climate, survival, illness, poverty, and inadequate medical conditions were the magic barriers that troubled them.

Alex had no other choice. Nature was cruel. It was natural selection and survival of the fittest.

If he did not evolve further and worked hard to become stronger, he would also be devoured by other creatures.

It was an invisible war. It had already begun when you descended into this world.

Only the strong survived.

The weak could only be submerged under the wheel of history and be mercilessly eliminated.

In the end, after bidding farewell to the Nata villagers, Alex headed towards the path of becoming stronger.

The lush forest and vines could not hinder his speed at all. Under the pitch-black night sky, Alex was like a bolt of lightning, his speed soaring to the extreme.

At this moment, a leopard's angry roar suddenly came from somewhere else.

Immediately following that was the sound of gunshots. He could not have misheard this sound. It was an Ak-47.

"Poachers?"

Alex instantly thought of the word in his mind.

After swallowing Kurt and the other six people, Alex had gained a total of 2,400 experience points. Adding the remaining evolution points from before, it was a total of 3,920 points.

It was still a little far from his target of 10,000 points, but simply swallowing common prey took too much time and energy.

And these poachers just happened to fill the gap.

This time he wanted to play hard to get.

Alex suddenly thought that these poachers might belong to a group. They were divided into teams and killed different animals.

If the followed these people to their base camp and made a big hunt, it would be much more efficient than hunting individual poachers.

Let's do it.

Alex flicked his stinger, and his claws quickly crawled towards the direction of the gunshots.

...

On the other side, four poachers were chasing an injured leopard with submachine guns in their hands.

At this time, if Alex were at the scene, he would find out that this leopard was the mother of the little leopard he had saved previously, the female leopard.

There was blood on its legs, and there was a bloody hole in it. However, as it shuttled through the vines and the forest, its speed was still far faster than the poachers behind it.

"Damn it, when I catch you, I will kill you ruthlessly."

That was a big man. The leopard had scratched his face, and it was still bleeding non-stop.

There were three other people, all men. Two of them were holding submachine guns, and the other one was holding a net gun. They were all chasing after the jaguar.

"Quentin, I advise you not to be rash. If the leopard dies, it is worth nothing," One of the men said.

"Cotton is right. You'd better keep your anger to yourself. Don't go against money," Sam reminded him.

"Damn it!" Quentin was a little angry. "I feel a burning pain on my face. It's still bleeding. I think I've been disfigured."

Cotton glanced at him. What could be disfigured? It wasn't pleasant before.

Four or five bloody scars stretched across his face from the left eye socket to the bottom of the right side. One of the deepest scars was shocking. It looked like the wound was at least one centimeter deep.

If it had used a little more force, the leopard would have torn Quentin's entire face off. They were most familiar with the strength and speed of a leopard.

Moreover, this was an angry adult leopard.

Seeing that the few of them were trying hard to suppress their laughter, Quentin's anger became even more intense. He crazily pulled the trigger on the leopard that was running wildly in front of him.

He fired a magazine in one breath.

The female jaguar in front suddenly felt a chill all over her body. A whistling bullet grazed past her spine, instantly scaring her.

It stumbled and tripped over the underground vines. Then, it was caught by a large net and struggled desperately.

It roared and roared; its eyes were fierce.

Quentin grinned as he came in front of the leopard and kicked it fiercely. "Run! Why aren't You running anymore, you damned beast?"

He stretched out his leg and kicked it around the injured portion as he spoke.

The mother leopard growled fiercely at Quentin, then tore the large net with its claws. However, these nets were specially made, and the prey would not break them for a short period.

Quentin became angrier the more he kicked. He directly aimed the black muzzle of his gun at the mother leopard.