Chapter 196: Captured by the Looter?

Everyone must die eventually, their weight either as heavy as Mount Tai or as light as a feather.

If this were real life, Old White felt he would have hesitated for a long time before making such a decision, since it meant giving up too much.

But luckily, this is the Game world.

And in the Game, you can die many times.

Without even a second of hesitation, his body made the choice—

"Run!"

As he roared the word, Old White lifted his Sickle Assault Rifle and pulled the trigger towards the Death Claw that was eyeing Wild Wind.

Ratatat—!

The muzzle flashed with fire as bullets whooshed over the green foliage and pounced towards the monster.

Blood splattered on the black scales, and the Death Claw let out a roar of pain.

With its strong and powerful legs, it suddenly exerted force, dodged the incoming bullets from the side, and charged towards Old White, swinging its deadly claws with ferocity.