A wrinkled but agile old man.
There was a lot of panic on his face, and some of the seams on his clothes that were obviously hung open by branches highlighted the old guy's unbearable state.
It looked like a rat running around in panic with its head in hand.
Zhao Qian stood there.
The situation of the person in front of him made him subconsciously tense his back, because he had to do this, after all, in a place like this.
The current situation looks more like the old man is being chased by something, and maybe something will pop up in the same place the next moment.
"It's you."
Old James glanced at the Asian in front of him, but he was more surprised.
If it's a human being, things will be much easier over there.
In fact, the things chasing him behind him had already wiped away his old fighting spirit bit by bit.
This is something that a young person or someone who has not yet succeeded will have.
But now, this old man who has enjoyed this kind of place for decades has long been accustomed to a kind of comfort called bullying humanoid creatures or the weak.
"Crash, collapse, collapse."
Another sound of rapid shuttle came from the dense forest behind James, which made the old guy's expression change.
"Quickly, help me block that thing."
Before the words were completely spoken, Zhao Qian looked at the other person indifferently, seeing the unfamiliar aura behind that person.
Sharp and cold. knife.
The sharp and translucent long knife stabbed neatly from the back of the old American man named James.
The pupils shrank.
Zhao Qian subconsciously reached for the long sword in his left hand, but stopped abruptly.
This lush and dark jungle was filled with the strong smell of blood, but the guy in front of him who had been stabbed by a knife did not.
In other words, although the old man in front of him had a painful expression on his face, not a drop of blood flowed out. consternation.
The two women behind Zhao Qian took a few steps back, as if they thought there was something else behind them.
Lilieste clenched her gloved fist tightly, and Jasmine directly took the folding spear that the blonde girl had given her.
After the black-haired girl used that weapon a few times, she fell in love with this alien weapon.
insect.
Zhao Qian stared coldly at the breathless knife edge.
The next knife was right before the previous knife was drawn out, and it struck James in front of him.
The wind blows and the knife arrives.
However, it seems to have little effect.
The yellow man looked at the old man's wounds.
In addition to the fact that his clothes had been cut to pieces by the knife, the two wounds on his body were being repaired at an extremely fast speed.
Several tiny insects crawled out of his wounds. came out and quickly retracted into his body.
As for the instigator behind the old man who failed to cause harm to the creature in front of him, he was a blond young man dressed in wasteland fashion.
The man tilted his head as if he was confused, and glanced at the human being in front of him who he needed to kill first. scanning.
Red light flashed in the eyes, and the other three affected people had a panoramic view.
Terminator.
However, the next second, there was a series of old punches from this veteran wearing a bad jacket.
"Dong dong" The strength of the fist was very strong, at least ordinary people would know it was not low even by the sound, but it seemed as if the monster behind him had lost its effect.
The old man's fist hit the blond young man with some obvious dents, but more importantly, it was a loud metal percussion.
"fuck" The veteran said angrily that the reason why he ran away was because he had no way to deal with the monster in front of him.
Even if someone mentioned it to him, he would just laugh it off and not take it seriously.
But now, this thing is completely beyond the cognition of this old man who has been isolated from the world for 100 years.
Is this something that was created by the department that did research on him?
His facial expression was ferocious, but more of an anger.
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A few more punches, dealing with the long blades that the opponent's hands turned into.
James was completely entangled by this thing, but there was no big solution.
Zhao Qian stood beside him.
The comedy of the back-and-forth scene in front of him, where no one could do anything about anyone, really didn't interest him.
It looked like a protracted battle between a Terminator made of liquid metal and mutants.
"let's go."
The swordsman gestured calmly without saying anything.
He gestured to let the two women walk in front, feeling that there was no need to intervene at all.
Lilieste nodded without any hesitation.
After Judgment Day, mercy has become something that requires a price.
"Hi you guys" James said angrily that he wanted to get rid of it, but the killing machine created by Skynet was not a vegetarian.
The blond young man's face was expressionless, but the knives in its arms were like candles of influence, making the old guy who only had the means of killing unable to do anything with it.
Until the three figures disappeared from his sight.
The old man's fist hit a piece of ice, but he didn't know what to do.
Until, a weird spear.
James looked at his chest, where the sharp weapon had passed through.
The thing carried the sound of wind, and was stabbed directly from his chest into the body of the humanoid monster in front of him.
Lightning and sparks.
More of it is red light.
He turned his head and looked in the direction where the spear was thrown.
A tall figure walked silently and steadily from this side.
The light from the leaves of the dense forest filtered through, illuminating the metallic mask on the guy's face.
Human?
Confuse.
But his mouth still subconsciously shouted out a sentence that everyone in the world would say when suffering.
"he" The footsteps stopped.
The humanoid creature not far away looked at the wound on James' chest quietly.
The next moment, a bronze-style weapon painted with obscure patterns appeared in the hands of this tall guy.
This is a pistol There was a hint of sarcasm on the old guy's face, more of a contempt for the man in front of him who played tricks on his weapons.
Soldiers have always regarded their weapons as their lovers.
No one would make their lover look weird or dress up too colorfully.
After all, weapons have only one purpose, and that is to kill.
Speechless.
The surrounding woods seemed to feel an inexplicable pressure, leaving only a terrifying silence.
Without saying a word, James watched as the man pulled the trigger neatly.
Warning signs also sounded in his heart at this moment.
Under the body of this modified man, there seemed to be countless foreign objects the size of mice moving around his body.
The burning heat of death arose at this moment.
"boom" Du Er silently looked at the wounds on the corpse in front of him, and an unknown green liquid flowed out of the body of the prey in front of him.
He watched until the infrared scan under the mask showed that the other party was rapidly lowering.
No sound was made.
The iron-blooded star silently pulled out his long knife and walked over
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