The question came suddenly, like a pebble tossed into still water.
Not just Cao Xianming-everyone in the convoy froze for a moment.
But after that moment, the same thought exploded in everyone's mind.
It seemed... genuinely possible.
And the possibility was very high.
Cao Xianming answered, "All right."
He immediately stopped the grassland model he was extrapolating and switched to the most basic probability calculations.
The process was quick. In barely a few breaths, he reported a number.
"Sixty-six point six."
Yang Yong paused at the number.
66.6%.
Why that number?
He abruptly swept his gaze across the other side.
There were three people in total within sight.
A sinister-looking youth stood on the grass, an unsettling aura radiating from his entire body;
A ratlike fellow skulked in the shadows, occasionally revealing a trace of himself;
And a woman on horseback stood far away on a small mound at the edge of his vision, motionless as a statue.
Three people, a 66.6% probability.
In other words, two of those three people had been implanted with curses.
Yang Yong immediately fixed his gaze on the woman on horseback farthest away.
Unfortunately, she was too far.
At that distance, his attacks could not reach her, not even graze her.
He grabbed the radio and spoke one word at a time, stressing each heavily. "Everyone, the woman on horseback farthest away is monitoring them. Take her out first."
"As for the other two, we'll look for a chance to see if we can turn them."
After a pause, he asked, "Who has an ultra-long-range attack?"
The radio instantly fell silent.
No one spoke.
Yang Yong's heart sank.
Long-range firepower had always been the Survival Convoy's weak point.
Wang Ying half counted. In theory, her Sky-Splitting Slash could cut anything within sight, but it