In a dimly lit basement of Ping An Street, the gray dog left the keyboard with both hands and breathed a sigh of relief.
After more than ten hours of fighting, his spirit has been on the verge of collapse, and his clothes have long been soaked in sweat.
Breaking into the security system of the Pan-Asian building is not an easy task, even today, where there are no security personnel on duty for 30 years.
Just then, the voice of the old boss came from his ear.
"Dog brother, thank you."
"No thanks, I can only do so much... In short, Luo, I wish you good luck."
"Ok."
The communication was cut off and Lao Luo came out of the shadows.
The burning stick jumped with an orange-red flame.
Opposite him was a group of men in black suits with automatic rifles in their hands. And being guarded by those black people is one of the goals he is about to kill.
Wan Peng, Wan Manager!
"Who!"
"Who?" Standing on the edge of the fire, Lao Luo smiled and looked at Wan Peng's eyebrows. "I have been looking for me for so long, now I don't know me?"
The face gradually gloomy, Wan Peng stepped back two steps, and gestured to the man next to him, cold channel.
"Get rid of him."
The gunshots sounded at the same time!
"Da da da"
Fourteen guns spewed out the fire tongue and woven into a fire net in the dark tunnel.
However, Lao Luo just smiled, and at the moment of the gunshot, the high-pressure nitrogen gas suddenly spewed, and it became a gas wall in front of him.
I saw that the bullet was shot in the water. In the shield made of high-pressure nitrogen, it rolled to the side, and even his clothes were stained.
Wanpeng pupil shrinks slightly.
When a black man saw it, he immediately pulled out the grenade from his waist and slammed it in the direction of Lao Luo.
Looking at the grenade that flew to him, the old Luo was as if nothing.
I saw that the scalpel seemed to be beheaded, slipping from the sleeve to his hand, and the figure flashed. Before the grenade exploded, he had disappeared into the original place.
When he saw the moment he disappeared, Lusen’s pupil suddenly shrank, and a warning sign was courageous. He hurriedly placed the rifle in front of him.
Ding! ! !
Almost at the same time, a huge force spread from his palm, and his wrist was faint.
I saw a slender dagger, and I was already immersed in the side of his rifle, and even cut off the metal barrel!
And the other black people are not so lucky.
Just listening to a sigh, the four men standing next to him fell backwards, and the black suit was nailed with a dagger, blooming a bright blood flower.
"Back! Back! Defensive formation!"
Lu Sen squatted and threw away the rifle that had been broken in his hand and pulled out the pistol at his waist.
After the protection of the manager, the black people used the fire to suppress the high-speed rushing Lao Luo, while retreating.
But it is clear that the smashing rain did not play its due role.
In just two breaths of time, the distance of ten meters was crossed, two silver awns flickered, and even the screams were too late, and the two fell to the ground.
"what!"
Silver mans flashed, and another black man fell down with his throat.
Looking at the men who died one after another, Lu Sen's scalp numb.
The speed is too fast!
No, this is not like the speed of human beings!
The sound of the bullet casing sounds.
The gunshots suddenly stopped, and the terrible silence lingered in the remaining three rooms.
The smoke of the muzzle dissipated, and a drop of cold sweat slipped from Lusen's forehead, slightly retreating half a step.
There was a struggle in his eyes.
Is it... can you only use that trick?
Faced with the last pistol, Lao Luo stopped the forward step, and the cold eyes crossed Lu Sen, who was holding the pistol, and fell on Wan Peng's body, and the corner of his mouth evoked a trace of play.
"Do you have this ability for your men? Is it also a legacy of Pan-Asian cooperation?"
After loosening the pinched fist and facing the sight of Lao Luo, Wan Peng calmed down and asked calmly.
"How did you get in here?"
"Do you still have time to care about this?" Lao Luo picked up his eyebrows and opened his mouth with a hint of play. "There are more than one entrance to the escape route. You can enter by ordinary people. The intelligence personnel of the former Pan Asia Intelligence Agency. How can I get in?"
"It turns out." Wan Peng nodded and looked at him. "But I still don't understand."
"Oh?"
"Why are you guys, always sullen?" Closing his eyes, Wan Peng squeezed this sentence from his teeth, the voice filled with irresistible hatred, "established on this wasteland." It is us who are ordering, and it is us who save the survivors who are struggling in the ruins, but you! But a group of cowards who are facing away from the mistakes! Why do we choose our feet!"
Looking at the cursing Wan Peng, Lao Luo said faintly.
"The order is the order. There is nothing to explain. After 50 years, Line 0 will naturally open. It will reproduce the glory of Pan Asia on this wasteland. This is the decision of the Pan-Asian Parliament. You don't understand, obey." ""
"Then you understand?" Wan Peng stared at him and said.
"I don't understand," Lao Luo shook his head, faintly. "There is no need to understand."
Because the command is the command.
Obedience is the duty of the military.
Faced with Lao Luo, Wan Peng fell silent.
After a while, he took a deep breath and whispered.
"Lu Sen."
"...obey, boss."
Lu Sen grinned and smiled, and his eyes were swept away.
Lost the pistol in his hand, his hands jerked forward.
For a moment, his pupil was covered with a layer of blood red.
I saw his whole body bursting, the bones creaking, and the muscles swelled in an incredible amount.
"Can the fev virus?" Looking at the change of Lu Sen, Lao Luo picked up his eyebrows and seemed to be interested. "I didn't expect that today, twenty years later, there are still people who can control the fev virus. Method? To be honest, you surprised me."
Lu Sen’s expression was stunned, and the fists were squatting together, cruel.
"Next you will be even more surprised!"
Suddenly, from his neck, a layer of darkness gradually climbed to his whole body...
......
Under the giant wall, it is already a sea of bones.
The zombie's body was made into a diagonal wave under the protective wall.
The fire reflected a pair of distorted faces, and the soldiers standing on the protective wall, carrying their machine guns in their hands, shot at the corpse that rushed up. However, these zombies are like ants, and they can’t kill them.
"The wall is no longer able to hold up! What reinforcements do I want? What? Two hundred riflemen are on the way. Are you holding the grass, our power armor? What? Not? I am grass..." Hanging up In the news, Song Chenyu anxiously looked at the battlefield under the giant wall, and the eyebrows were filled with haze.
The reinforcements of nac are slow in the future, and the high-level collectives of the Survivors Alliance are missing. Now the power armor of the militia group is also very special.
To save this mess, you can only rely on themselves.
However, there are still more than six hours from dawn.
His fists are pinched, loosened, and pinched again...
He slammed on the wall with a fist, and he pulled the intercom and shouted.
"Fill the fuel! Give me a burn!" (To be continued.)