Scarlet eyes, a collapsed nose, red bumps the size of peas spread all over his face, and a fire axe in his right hand was dragged on the ground, the handle of the axe was covered with dark red blood spots, and the blade of the axe that dragged on the ground drew a deep mark behind the sweeper.

"Genetic mutations found!"

"...... in Variant Analysis"

"Data lookup failed!"

"It is recommended to collect mutant genes and use them to improve the database!"

“……”

Xia Qingqing looked at the sweeper in front of him with hatred, and a picture flashed in his mind: "A ragged scavenger crawled on the ground with difficulty, his calves were covered with blood, and the continuous flow of blood left a trail of blood behind him."

The picture flashed, and Xia Qingqing shouted out the next moment.

"Run!"

Sweepers are monsters wandering in the ruins, they are like ghosts, appearing in every corner of the ruins, attacking all the creatures they encounter, whether it is a human or an animal, they will not let go, the giant axe in their hands is their symbol, as a scavenger, Xia Qingqing knows very well how powerful these monsters are, and the only way to survive when encountering them is to run away before they can react.

As soon as No. 47's hands were released, Xia Qingqing fell from his arms and fell to the ground.

"Ah......h

A sharp pain came from Xia Qingqing's legs, which made her cry out!

No. 47 walked over to the sweeper after throwing Xia Qingqing to the ground.

Xia Qingqing, who saw No. 47's behavior the next moment, immediately shouted: "What are you doing?"

"It's a monster!

Number 47 was getting closer and closer to the sweepers, and soon there was only about five meters between the two sides.

The sweeper's swaying body stopped shaking at this moment, his scarlet eyes flashed a brutal gaze, and a beastly roar came out of his mouth.

The next moment, his body suddenly moved, this time the speed was amazing, and he instantly crossed a distance of five meters, and the giant axe in his hand swept towards No. 47's waist with a whistling sound.

Number 47 remained motionless, letting the giant axe sweep towards his waist, as if he hadn't seen it.

"Be careful!" Xia Qingqing exclaimed.

At the same time as Xia Qingqing exclaimed, No. 47 moved, and when the axe was about to cut him, he took a step back, and the axe just passed by his waist, and the sharp axe blade was only a millimeter away from his waist.

An axe missed, and the sweeper followed by a backhand diagonal split, and the giant axe slashed diagonally towards the head of No. 47, this time at the same speed, and the giant axe falling from the sky was a few points faster than the previous sweep.

No. 47's lower body did not move, and his upper body turned sideways, and he dodged this oblique split.

The Sweeper seemed annoyed by the missed axes, his sarcoma-covered face contorted, and then the axe slashed at him again.

Xia Qingqing couldn't believe his eyes, every slash of the sweeper, Xia Qingqing felt that No. 47 was about to end, but No. 47 could always dodge at the last moment, at the beginning Xia Qingqing was still shouting for No. 47 to run quickly, but after seeing No. 47 dodge more than ten slashes of the sweeper in a row, and each time he dodged by a millimeter, which made Xia Qingqing understand that this is definitely not a coincidence.

Xia Qingqing's eyes changed a little when he looked at No. 47.

"Behavioral analysis complete!"

"Data file building!"

"Initial data has been established!"

“……”

One by one, prompts flashed in front of No. 47's eyes, and when the last message disappeared, No. 47 moved.

Faced with another diagonal axe, No. 47 did not dodge, but took a step forward, and his whole body was close to the sweeper.

"Smack......

The left hand grasped the handle of the great axe accurately, and the five fingers of the right hand formed a fist, and a straight fist struck the sweeper in the chest.

The "poof...... fist struck the sweeper in the chest as if it were hitting a piece of tattered leather, but the sweeper didn't seem to feel the pain, and his hands continued to pull the axe hard.

No. 47's left hand was firmly gripping the handle of the axe, and no matter how hard the sweeper tried, he couldn't pull the axe, but at this time, No. 47's right hand did not stop, punching one punch after another to the sweeper's chest, which became heavier and heavier, and the sweeper's chest was visibly dented after a few punches.

But the sweeper was still fighting hard for the axe, and the changes in his chest did not have any effect on the sweeper, as if his sunken chest did not exist, and the continuous struggle did not take the axe from No. 47's hand, and the sweeper seemed to have understood that he couldn't get the axe anyway, and released the axe with both hands, and the next moment he clenched into a fist and hit No. 47's chest.

No. 47 accurately blocked his right hand in front of his chest, grasped the sweeper's fist, and then kicked the sweeper out with a forward kick of his right leg.

The sweeper flew more than three meters in the air and then slammed to the ground. He struggled on all fours as if he was unconscious, and was about to stand up.

At this moment, a foot in a sneaker stepped on the sweeper's chest, immobilizing him, and the next moment a sharp axe slashed at the sweeper's neck.

Xia Qingqing's pupils shrank, and he saw No. 47 chop off the sweeper's head with an axe, and then with an axe, an axe slashed at the sweeper's chest, and the sweeper was disemboweled in a few clicks.

No. 47 threw down the axe, crouched down and reached for the sweeper's chest and groped a few times, and then with a sudden force, a sarcoma the size of a ping-pong ball was ripped out, No. 47 took the sarcoma in his hand and looked at it for a while, and suddenly pinched it hard, and a stream of white liquid was squeezed out of the sarcoma.

Number 47 stretched out his left hand and let the liquid drip into his palm, and the milky white liquid slowly disappeared after falling into the palm of Number 47's hand, as if it had penetrated into his hand.

"Start the analysis system!"

"Detecting ......"

"Tested complete!"

"Analytical data stored complete"

“……”

No. 47 stood up and walked towards Xia Qingqing.

Xia Qingqing still had an expression of disbelief on her face at this time, looking at No. 47 who was walking towards her, and opened her mouth to speak.

"Uh......h Woo...... Woo"

"Woo......"

Just when Xia Qingqing's lips just opened, the post-47 generation stretched out his left hand and pinched Xia Qingqing's mouth like lightning, and then squeezed the liquid in the sarcoma into Xia Qingqing's mouth.

The milky white liquid continued to drip into Xia Qingqing's mouth, and after ten seconds, there was no more liquid dripping from the sarcoma.47 Only then did he let go of the hand that was pinching Xia Qingqing's lips.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

"Ahem......"

Xia Qingqing, who was let go, coughed violently, and shouted at No. 47 with an angry face: "What did you give me to eat!

While scolding, Xia Qingqing put his fingers into his throat, trying to spit out the swallowed liquid.

"I suggest you don't do that!" said Number 47.

Xia Qingqing raised her head and looked at No. 47 with some anger and confusion.

At this moment, behind No. 47, a ragged scavenger appeared, this scavenger held a rusty machete in his hand, limped towards this side, and when he came behind No. 47, the scavenger waved the machete in his hand with a hideous face and slashed at No. 47's neck.

Xia Qingqing saw the actions of the scavengers, and immediately shouted.

"Don't kill him!"