Stan descends the ladder, almost as quickly as he climbs down.

For the last three meters or so, Stan still slid down the ladder with one hand.

Everyone looks at Stan and cheers.

"The hero is back?"

"Why the hell is going on?"

"yes, you're not wearing a chemical suit. ”

"I'll answer them one by one. Stan laughs.

Everyone nodded at Stan, who smiled and said, "First of all, answer what the hell is going on outside, it's a nuclear bomb, a real nuclear bomb." But the area is really as the previous one said, the area is not very large. It's probably just a whole stadium, and the stadium is completely locked down at the moment. I walked out with the four of them, and they also took off their clothes and oxygen masks for me. I've also pushed things up now. The oxygen cylinder was so heavy that I couldn't take it down, so I thought about taking four more people up to get dressed and bring oxygen. ”

Stan finished his plan in one go, and the crowd looked at each other and cheered even louder.

"So who's coming next? the next group of people going out?" Stan said with a laugh.

"Aren't you tired, Jeff, do you want to take a break?" said the deans with concern.

Stan shook his head and said, "I can take another trip to rest, it's not very tiring and relatively relaxed." ”

As soon as he said this, everyone raised their hands eagerly, and Stan thought about picking the older ones first.

"Why don't we let the older ones go first? I think some of the older ones are getting impatient. Stan said.

The older deans all stood up and gathered around Stan.

Stan casually blinds the four to keep up the ladder. Just as Stan turns around and grabs the ladder.

A corpse slides down against the edge and smashes into Stan's back.

Stan is holding on to the ladder, and the corpse rolls down from Stan's relay.

The cross-section of the corpse's neck was displayed in front of the deans, and exclamations of exclamation came from below.

Harry tugged at the second corpse, thinking about how many more he was going to throw down if he got stuck on the ladder. Unexpectedly, the first one succeeded, and Harry shouted into the hole, "He killed all the people." ”

"He killed them. ”

"He killed. ”

"Killed. ”

......

"He was disguised by the apostles. ”

"The apostles are disguised. ”

"Camouflaged. ”

......

Harry thought that because Stan and Aisha had saved him, he would save them in return. But Harry didn't expect Stan to be so bloodthirsty, so there was no way to do it.

After doing this, Harry directly began to plan to put on a heavy chemical protective suit by himself, and at this moment, the deans looked at each other.

Everyone heard Harry's shouts, and everyone saw the body.

"Hero, can you explain?"

"yes, what the hell is going on?"

Stan laughs maniacally again, and lowers his hands from the ladder.

Stan touches his back, wiping a streak of blood red. Glancing at the bloody corpse on the ground, Stan sucked his finger and said, "What do you guys think?"

Stan sees the dean in the middle of the hall rushing over and ripping off the clothes that had wrapped the dagger before.

Stan pulls his pistol out of his pocket and has a second to unload the safe. Seven shots were fired at the dean who snatched the dagger in the center of the hall.

Unfortunately, the bullet only hit the three old deans closest to him.

They took all the bullets in their panic, and Stan felt a little sorry for it.

I called a group of old deans to go up and plan to reduce the difficulty of killing, so the people who surrounded me were all old guys. The gun's seven rounds were all wasted, and Stan, who threw the gun on the ground, shouted, "Don't do it, kill you first, and then go up and kill the talker." ”

Stan pulls out the dagger from his pocket and sprints it towards the dean closest to him.

When the deans heard the gunshots, they were all startled at how close they were. Begin to scatter and flee, but where can you run to a place that big?

They were all huddled in the corners, and of course there were those who wanted to fight and had already picked up another dagger wrapped in their clothes.

The four pounce on Stan and press him down, just as they did with a murderer that day.

A man then grabs a dagger and plunges it into Stan's chest.

The crowd panting, thinking they had finished Stan.

The two deans who had just let go of their upper bodies were cut open in the next second.

Stan staggered up from the ground, his blue eyes glowing blue.

Stan pulls out the dagger he has stuck in himself, grabbing one in each hand.

As soon as a little blood flowed from the wound on his chest, new flesh spread out and began to heal.

You can see a small bulge in the shape of a sarcoma on the chest that has been stabbed, and the original wound is gone.

Stan, who has the ability to heal others and himself, wields a twin dagger at the moment.

Solve all the three deans who just pounced on him, and at this moment the ground is full of corpses.

Most of the remaining deans fled and hid in the corners, and a few knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Leave us alone, will you?"

"Please. ”

"We haven't done anything bad. ”

......

However, Stan apparently didn't give them any chance, and simply stabbed them on the ground and begged for mercy.

It's not that there are no warriors who rush up and fight Stan hand-to-hand.

But Stan has two daggers in his hands, and even a punch or two won't hurt.

But before I think there were a few people rushing up to subdue Stan, there were no more, and Stan slaughtered all over the underground hall.

Stan was in a hurry to kill, thinking that if the apostles of the extermination were as easy to deal with as these people. I don't have to hide all day long, I rely on the alliance's handouts to survive.

As Stan gets carried away, he forgets the pistol he once dropped.

An older dean picked up the gun and removed the magazine, and then the old dean took off the necklace around his neck.

The top pendant of the necklace is nothing else, but a bullet.

The old dean thought that this was a live ammunition that he secretly left when he was serving in the Marine Corps, but he didn't expect it to come in handy today. The warhead and necklace were simply soldered back then, just twenty-nine years ago.

The old dean walked slowly to the wall, and began to polish the contact point between the bullet and the necklace with the wall.

One, two.

......

Seven, eight.

The old dean's trembling hands were already a little out of strength, and only then did he complete the separation of the warhead and the necklace.

At this moment, there are still traces of tin on the tail primer of the warhead, and the old dean can only continue to polish it in the hope of revealing the primer.

The old dean's eyes were fixed on Stan's movements, and Stan was still killing in the distance.

But there really weren't many people left in the hall, and almost soon the old dean was targeted by Stan.

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