"Tick tock, tick tock."
A cold corpse fell at his feet, and Fan stepped over him.
Behind him, the corpses of more than a dozen mutants lay densely packed.
Scarlet blood drops continued to fall from the back of his hand, falling onto the crimson ground. , couldn't tell whether it came from the enemy or himself.
Fan passed through those gray-clothed ice vessels that were still as cold as machines.
There was no communication, and there would be no communication.
Indifference is the only way of communication between them.
When the sensory field of vision included the life pulses of all of them, Fan gently shook his head.
"No."
He murmured lowly, and then disappeared into the depths of the blood mist again.
Along the way, he no longer knew how many people had died under his own hands.
Some of them came from prominent families, and some were just ordinary mutant warriors.
But when they became corpses, there was no relationship between them.
Any difference.
Fan's forward steps suddenly paused slightly, and some pain flashed across his pale face.
After experiencing countless battles, he was inevitably injured after all.
But even so, he only took a short rest before continuing to sink into the misty blood mist.
But what he didn't know was that a team of imperial mutants, composed entirely of elites, was rushing towards his location, fully armed.
He walked slowly and passed a block.
Just as he was about to turn to the next block, he suddenly stopped.
There was no sound everywhere in the quiet neighborhood, no gunfire, no fighting, only the gentle sound of the breeze blowing into the dilapidated houses.
So Fan immediately activated his perception, and at the same time, several sniper bullets suddenly broke through the hazy blood mist and pointed directly at his eyebrows.
"Bang" The sound of gunshots fired almost simultaneously was deafening.
The omniscient power quickly extended out, and Fan fell on his back.
The bullet grazed his cheek and flew quickly.
The air flow ruffled his hair.
Then he put his backhand on the ground and jumped up high.
"Bang" The aw poured out its angry roar.
The bullet passed through the blood mist, flew into the crumbling window sill, accurately hit the source of the fire, and exploded in the body, splattering blood all over the white wall. bang bang bang Continuous firelight flickered in the blood mist.
Fan plunged into the residential house beside him.
The bullet hit the outer wall, carving deep pits in the hard cement wall, and he could even see the steel bars wrapped inside.
After Zaifan hid inside a house, the gunshots outside slowly began to weaken until they stopped completely.
An elite mutant warrior who was lying in ambush poked his head out, but there was no one in his line of sight.
When he retreated into the window, turned around and was about to talk through the headset, the shadow of death touched him.
Arrived at his side.
"Woo!"
Before he could make a sound, a blood-stained hand pressed on his mouth, and the scarlet light instantly disappeared into his throat.
Fan gently placed the corpse in his hands on the floor.
The muscles of his upper body undulated slightly under the power of omniscience.
Powerful power flowed between his muscles.
He just pulled his arms lightly and disappeared quietly.
It slid soundlessly along the window frame to the roof, with almost no loss of concentrated power and no sound.
"No. 3, answer me when you hear it."
The imperial warrior hiding on the roof asked softly, but he did not get an answer from his teammates.
"Damn it."
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He cursed and moved slightly to leave the roof.
"Stupid."
The sound of breaking tiles suddenly sounded from behind him.
Without thinking, he instantly turned over and pointed his gun behind him, but there was nothing there except a broken tile.
But because of this, the mutant's spine felt even colder.
How could a piece of tile suddenly appear here unless there was someone else?
His guess was correct, just a little late.
A scarlet red light occupied his sight "No. 1, 2 and 7 have no sound.
What should we do?"
"Notify the main force and tell them we have discovered the target."
"Then what" "Then we'll stay alive until we get support," No. 1 said angrily.
But as soon as he finished speaking, a devilish whisper sounded in his ears, and the griffin penetrated deeply into the back of his head.
"I'm sorry you couldn't wait for that moment."
No. 1's body trembled slightly for a few times, and then completely calmed down.
"No. 1 No. 1" came an anxious voice from the headset, "Damn No. 1 is dead too."
Fan quietly listened to the sound coming from the headset, then suddenly leaned over and picked up the headset, "Run now, maybe it can save your life."
The dry and hoarse voice reached every mutant through the headset. in the ears.
The headset suddenly turned into a dead silence.
Fan gently dropped the headset on the ground, then crushed it casually, holding a grenade he had collected and sneaking into the blood mist again.
In the attic of a two-story building, a mutant warrior was trying his best to suppress his life pulse.
According to the information obtained from the intelligence, the target they are responsible for sniping is likely to have the latent ability to overclock.
This is a sensational thing to most people, but this mutant warrior is somewhat disapproving.
He simply does not believe that anyone can resist the erosion of blood poison.
Even if the enemy really has overclocking, the power he can exert will not exceed 10%.
Secondly, as a seventh-level latent mutant, he has confidence He can avoid any enemy's detection, even under the suppression of blood poison.
And more importantly, he was different from those temporary teammates who foolishly chose to shoot in advance.
He did not shoot recklessly in advance, because not only was that meaningless, but the muzzle flash would reveal his position, and those who followed him one after another The teammates who died at the hands of the enemy all proved that he was right.
Therefore, his experience and self-confidence allowed him to survive long enough, but it was also his blind self-confidence that brought him ultimate destruction.
A high-explosive grenade rolled and flew to his side.
His strong reaction nerves caused him to huddle up immediately and roll away a certain distance.
The exploding grenade only blew his body away a few meters.
The strong strength and quick reaction at the critical moment allowed him to escape from danger again. survived.
But all the prey targeted by Fan can never escape.
The griffin screamed from top to bottom, and Fan, who had been quietly climbing on the roof of the attic, finally delivered his fatal blow.
The birth of a cold corpse only takes a few seconds.
Human beings are always stronger in their talent for destruction than creation.
"Who among you will be next?"
Vanna's devilish murmur rang through the mutants' headsets again, making people shudder.
This time he still didn't get a response, so he crushed the headset again and slid out from the skylight on the other side of the attic.
"Gather, we have no choice."
When the sharp blade of death hovered over the heads of every mutant, these mutants who set up ambush finally knew that it was absolutely impossible to fight against their opponents with their own personal strength, so they had to put down their original pride.
Unity was their last resort.
Opportunity, and the only opportunity.
At this time, in another direction not far from them, a huge army was advancing like a torrent.
They were warriors from the empire, and their goal was this quiet and solemn neighborhood.
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"No one can kill a Caroline and still live in peace."
Standing in the center of the torrent, a tall and almost terrifying man murmured in a low voice, his hoarse voice was like the friction of two pieces of broken iron, and his short hair like steel thorns stood on end.
"Master Quinn, you will be the end of him."
Dilier kneeled respectfully at the feet of the tall figure
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