So what if zombies can also reproduce?

Rat Bao was frightened by her own conjecture, and she couldn't imagine what a desperate situation humanity would fall into if that day really happened. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, the teasing she had hoped to hear did not materialize.

Looking at the frightened eyes of the scimitar, Rat Bao had to laugh dryly: "Hehe, it's really a corpse beast egg." ”

His guess was right, but Rat Bao was not happy, but felt his scalp tingle.

She shuddered at the thought that the object of human struggle had changed from a group of corpses to a herd.

At the same time, some things that were originally incomprehensible can now be understood.

"You don't use heavy firepower weapons such as artillery and bombs in order not to damage the corpse beast eggs, and its research value is immeasurable. In order to make up for the lack of firepower, a reinforced battalion was sent over, just to make up for it with crowd tactics, but I didn't expect that ordinary guns and ammunition would not break the defense at all. Wait, no, there's a point here that doesn't make sense, why not use an Ability Clan? Rat Bao's mind was empty, and he quickly sorted out the context of the whole thing.

The Ability Squad is an organization of paranormal people affiliated with the military and recognized by the state, and its personnel include both soldiers of the original army and ordinary people who are willing to obey the leadership of the military after the ability awakens.

There is more than one ability team in the country, but it is divided by region, such as the code name of the ability team in Huiyan City is "Yanyan".

And the strongest special team in the entire Southern Military Region is the "sod" of Lingnan City, I heard that their captain is the top three powerhouses in the Huaxia Forum, and most of the team members under him are among the best.

"In the face of something as valuable as the corpse beast egg, I don't use a special team...... You just can't move! Rat Bao's expression suddenly became serious: "There is a more important thing than the reproduction of zombies at the top!" And those who can be ranked before the long-term worries must be near-term worries! Uncle Machete, tell me, what's that? Alien beasts? Corpse beasts? Zombie? ”

"It's a zombie! High-level zombies? How many steps is it? Third order? Fourth order? Fifth order? ”

"High-level zombie !! of the fifth order" Rat Bao was stunned by this conclusion!

However, everyone present was also stunned by her series of self-talks!

Damn, the scimitar didn't say a word from beginning to end, where did you get these answers?

"I see! It's a micro-expression, she's reading the micro-expression of the scimitar! Suddenly, someone in the crowd exclaimed.

What the?! How could it be!!

The scimitar was furious, took a step forward, and punched her in the face without saying a word.

There was an uproar around, but I didn't expect the scimitar to be annoyed and angry after being read the micro-expression, and it was a girl.

Some of them started to stop, some tried to run over to stop it, but it was too late! It's too late!

How fast can a person throw a fist?

It doesn't take a second.

Just when the eyes received this message and fed it back to the brain, and then the brain issued a blocking command, this punch had already appeared in front of the door of the rat treasure.

However, in the face of this punch, Rat Bao was not afraid at all, and his dark and translucent eyes reflected the angry face of the scimitar and his casserole-sized fist like a willow.

Suddenly, a gray-white mass appeared in her pupils, replacing all the ugliness of the world.

Chaotic white is still better than absolute black.

Such a sentence suddenly popped up in Rat Bao's mind, and then he took two steps back leisurely, not in a hurry or slowly, and his pace was calm.

As the hole cards in the hand increase, the courage of the rat treasure also increases. Who would have thought that the girl who would tremble her calves when surrounded by a group of thugs during the day would be able to face the scimitar's punch without changing her face after a few hours.

And the person who gave her this confidence is laughing heartlessly at the moment.

"Tut-tut, this punch is about 350 pounds, do you want it...... What to do with my brain? Lu Jingqing smiled unabated, stretched out an index finger, and swung it left and right, "A man's fist is not used to hit a woman." ”

Only then did everyone see clearly that the white-haired boy who had been standing behind the short girl had appeared in front of her at some point, and his left hand firmly grasped the right fist of the scimitar, and the slender arm muscles were bulging, looking strong and powerful.

Almost everyone couldn't believe their eyes, this dirty boy, the boy who yawned listlessly all the time, could actually catch a punch from a scimitar with one hand?!

Who the scimitar was, maybe the two children didn't know, but everyone present knew it all too well. He was originally a soldier in Lingnan City, and after the end of the world, he awakened his ability and became a reserve member of "SOD", his war experience and combat skills are incomparable to ordinary people, and this boy ...... He looks like he's still at school age, right?

"In my eyes there are only companions and enemies, no men and no women." The scimitar grinned and continued to push harder, trying to shake the white-haired boy away.

However, to the surprise of the scimitar, even though he had used the best strength of his body, the other party's palm still did not move at all, and there was no advance at all. The strength of his most powerful right fist dissipated in the boy's shallow smirk like a stone ox entering the sea.

The scimitar was shocked in his heart, and said secretly: How is it possible that such a boy with white hair, a young face, and a silly smile can actually catch his ten percent strength?

That's impossible!

After all, the scimitar was professionally trained, and even if he still didn't believe the result, his body had already reflexively started the next move, retracting his fist, in preparation for the next round of attacks.

But something even more unacceptable to the scimitar happened, if he felt like a stone ox entering the sea when he attacked just now, then now when he wanted to withdraw his arm, he felt that the other party was a rock wall, wrapping his fist tightly, unable to move a single bit.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, and his right foot moved forward, turning into a lunge, and then pulled his right arm back with all his might.

But it didn't work!

The white-haired boy still looked at him with a smile, but the left hand that clenched his fist didn't even shake like copper cast iron.

How is this possible!!

The face of the scimitar could no longer hide the shock, this muscular body has always been his proud capital, once killed an adult strong man with a single punch.

But now, he was pinched in his hand by a boy so lightly, and even if he exhausted his strength to feed, he could not advance or retreat in the slightest.

Now, no matter how much the scimitar doesn't want to admit it, he knows that this boy's strength is far above him.

I actually lost, and I lost to a teenage stinky ghost!

(To be continued.) )