"Boom ......" the sound of barbecue.

Then a smell of burnt fur filled Philip's nostrils.

The claw that he calmly suffered to die did not fall on his face, and he heard a pure baritone roar in his ear, and the whistling of the Shaolin iron rod flew through the air.

A stick that "snapped" was like an iron rod slapped on the meat.

"Boom ......" is another smell of burnt fur.

"Roar ......!" A beastly roar came to an abrupt halt before it was halfway there.

"Hah!" Authentic Shaolin iron rod lion roar!

The beast's roar is interrupted by a lion's roar, mixed with a barbecue sound.

The smell of roasted meat was a little stronger, and it seemed to be mixed with a little bit of beastly saliva - vaporized, diffusing in the air.

"I won't charge your electric rod yet." The voice of the consul was stuffed into Philip's ears with the wind, and he was thrilled to hear it. At the same time, there was a backup power supply in his hand, and the nylon strap on the clasped hand was sticky and bloody, and I don't know if it was the consul's or the dead man's body.

As soon as Philip opened his eyes, he couldn't see whether it was a person or a ghost, so he put the backup power supply on the back of his hand, turned on the light wave to induce, reconnected the power to the high-volt electric rod, and gave the beast that pounced on him behind him with his backhand.

The beast soared into the air, and as soon as its foot left the ground, it was stabbed with an electric baton. With a "whoosh", a high-volt electric current traveled all over its fur, skin, bones, and heart. It followed the inertia of the air and completed a roar in midair, and its body pounced uncontrollably.

Philip crouched down and dodged the charged werewolf pounce. I saw the beast in front of me with its mouth open and roaring, poking a red-hot steel drill in its mouth. The roar of anger that suddenly stopped was obviously the work of the steel drill.

Poke the steel drill in the beast's mouth, and pounce on the werewolf who rose into the air, and "suddenly" pierced through the back of the beast's head.

The two beasts pounced together and skewered a string of "sugar gourds".

"Nima, are you a human or a ghost?" Philip's voice was a strange question. I can't tell if it's a tear and a smile, or a joy and sadness.

"What is a human being a ghost...... Come back from the dead, okay? You think I'm you, knowing that I'm going to die, and you're going to the Grim Reaper Knife. Behind Philip, holding an electric baton back to back with him, was the "Shaolin" man who held the werewolf's claws and poked the beast to death with a soldering iron and steel drill. He was covered in black soot and soot, so blurred that his nose and eyes could not be seen clearly, and if it weren't for the fact that his voice was so recognizable, Philip wouldn't have guessed who he was.

- Chi Mu wine! The "Shaolin" man is Chi Mujiu. He had only now pulled out the electric rod from his waist, had he been burning the soldering iron before?

That gentle and elegant bearing, tearing up the battle is a beast, and he has to fight with the werewolf.

How Chi Mujiu crawled out of the explosion site, no one knows, and Philip doesn't have time to ask. Most likely, he jumped out of the truck a second before the explosion.

"Where did the steel brazing come from?" Philip stunned a beast, took two steps back against Chi Mujiu's back, and slashed off the head of the beast that fell to the ground. He laughed and laughed in a dilemma, and with a look of consternation, he asked the consul.

"Didn't the truck blow up? The scrap flew out and landed in the clearing, and I picked it up. Chi Mujiu replied as if chatting. In fact, he did something thrilling. The beast with no eyes behind him tore people and tore them at him. He raised his hand and slashed the back of the beast, kicked the pistol with a toe and hooked his fingers, caught the pistol and opened it into a continuous burning flame pattern, poked into the knife on the werewolf's back, and kicked it out.

Chi Mujiu's hands and feet have always been sharp, and the movements of his hands and feet are smooth, leaving no time for the werewolf to react.

The werewolf staggered forward, let go of the big living man in his hand, and turned around to scratch Chi Mujiu with his paws. The flesh on its chest had been half-cooked by the pistol, and there was a thick smell of barbecue in the air.

"Squat!" Chi Mujiu ducked from the werewolf's paws and shouted.

Philip turned his back to the werewolf, and his reaction was not so fast, and the evening pool Mujiu squatted down. The beast's unflawed claws brushed his scalp, scratching a trail of blood on the top of his head.

Hot blood flowed down Philip's temples and down to the base of his ears. He gritted a mouthful of "iron teeth and copper teeth" and scolded sharply: "Damn consul, Lao Tzu is fed up with your revenge moves. Get lost! ”

Chi Mujiu's move of piercing the beast's knife was really damaged. The speed at which the beast's wound healed was visible to the naked eye, and by the time the beast turned around and scratched its claws to seek revenge, the wound was already closed. The pistol grew in the back, and it was still in the mode of continuous barbecue, and it burned the beast alive.

The fur on its chest was rolled up and shed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flesh turned from red to white and then to black—carbonized.

The barbecue werewolf rolls on the ground and howls, causing its paws to scratch wildly, but to no avail. The pistol's laser burn does not require oxygen and will not be suffocated in its body. It also has a super repair ability, and the burned flesh and tissues will heal quickly. Repair and damage tug-of-war on it, endlessly.

Chi Mujiu made this trick damaged, and there was no way to do it. The high-volt electric rod could only last for three minutes, and his backup power was given to Philip, who could save as much as he could. It's better to have a life-saving weapon than to run naked in karate. He's not Philip, so why does he have to be so reckless and stupid?

A certain captain was silently despised in his heart, and he didn't know it, scolding people for revenge and shouting for them to get out, but his actions were enthusiastic and sincere. He took a big stride forward, lunged down, and slashed to end the howl of the writhing beast.

Beast blood splattered his face.

"You still have the face to talk to me, and the one who betrayed you was the 'mercenary' you temporarily recruited into the team......" As he spoke, Chi Mujiu turned over a beast again, reaching out to catch the little girl in its mouth, who didn't know if it was dead or alive. The girl fell into his arms, and he shivered with electricity, and he didn't have time to deal with the werewolf who fell to the ground.

The high-volt electric rod is really powerful!

Philip caught a glimpse of a werewolf falling diagonally towards Chi Mujiu, pushing him away with his backhand, striding to the side in a side lunge position, swinging his knife diagonally upwards and slaughtering the beast. The blood splattered for several feet, and no one paid attention to it, and the beast's head didn't know which direction it rolled to......

On the battlefield, there is fire and blood burning everywhere, who cares about that?

Chi Mujiu rolled in a circle, stuffed the girl in his arms into the pile of dead people, and continued his previous words: "When Mina was assassinated, I guessed that they did it. You can figure it out for yourself, I led the troops out of the city for you, who wants you to hate me the most? ”

When Philip heard this, he hated himself eight hundred times. If it weren't for the tightness of the war, he wouldn't want to serve the consul anymore, and die here to be buried for his brothers. He couldn't figure out what kind of bastard temper he had always been calm and self-controlled, so he insisted on screwing the past of the consul and killed so many brothers. I don't know what's going on over there in Yangtze......

Looking back at the battlefield, where did Philip still have the heart to be martyred. The beasts he and Chi Mujiu slaughtered together could be counted on one hand, and there were dozens of inhuman ones left, still wreaking havoc in the crowd. If you don't kill them, he, Chris Philip, will have the face to go underground to meet his brothers.

After Chi Mu finished hiding the little girl in his arms, he didn't delay, he stepped forward in a few steps, climbed into a truck without any werewolves, and the only beast in the back cabin was stunned with an electric rod, and he flicked off the saber and slaughtered it.

As if by magic, he pulled out a dozen tear gas canisters from his pocket and smashed them into the werewolf area.

The smoke bomb exploded at the werewolf's feet. Purple, green, yellow, and red tear gas smoke dispersed, drowning the werewolf and the crowd together.

In a few moments, colorful smoke billowed from the bloody battlefield.

Werewolves, like humans, can't stand the smoke of tear gas. They can't open their eyes, and it's useless to crawl on the ground and scream, but they become targets in blind combat.

In the colorful smoke, the screams, electric shocks, and screams still did not stop, but the intensity of the battle eased a little.

"Damn, where did you get the mustard bomb......"

"Mustard hammer, here is the pepper...... Yes! ”

"Ahh

Anything that made a sound ended up with a scream, gone.

Chi Mujiu deliberately avoided the werewolf, and the megaphone had already broken, so he didn't dare to make a sound. Only when the people themselves realize that the sound source will become the target of the blind battle, can the tragedy gradually subside.

Hearing someone shouting mustard, chili pepper or something, Chi Mujiu sighed secretly in his heart: "Why is this girl so cute?" Colored smoke bombs, or spice ......"

This sigh made him feel very uncomfortable.

The smoke bomb in his pocket was exchanged by Mina for him. When the elephant convoy drove into the wilderness, Chi Mujiu picked people to block the convoy, and Mina scrambled to go. Chi Mujiu looked at her girl's house, maybe. She promised her the latest tear gas bomb that she would come back from the mission, so he taught her to speak and allowed her to go.

Mina returned from her mission and was busy chatting with her brothers about cheese and forgetting about the smoke bombs. Unexpectedly, her relics turned out to be a "peerless weapon" for Chi Mujiu to delay the army and save the lives of her brothers.

"Mina is in the spirit of the sky, bless the people of the dungeon to return home safely......" Chi Mujiu, who does not believe in ghosts and gods, prayed silently in his heart. The sour and astringent pain that was crumpled together quietly grew and spread in his heart, wandering through the limbs and hundreds of remains.

With a single breath, he exhaled the sour pain in his chest, put on his goggles, and buried himself in the back of the truck, avoiding the tear gas smoke that filled the truck.

Even so, Chimu can still smell mustard, peppers, and onions in the air......

He smiled, clenched his saber in his hand, and prepared to roll over and jump out of the truck to fight the beast in the smoke. Suddenly, I heard the sound of the wheels in the outer ring of the defense line crushing the ore, and came "empty" towards this side, about three hundred yards per hour.

In the blink of an eye, Chi Mujiu raised his eyes and saw a nearby mecha running over the flames and breaking into the flame defense line. The flames on the defensive line were extinguished, opening a brief gap, but no werewolf followed the mecha and pounced through the gap.

The extinguished flames, after the mecha ran over them, rekindled.

The near-ground mech came out of the dungeon, and he watched Sansa drive into the dungeon.

The melee was like this, and Chi Mujiu didn't dare to be careless. The moment the mecha broke in, he tentatively attacked the manipulation net.

Manipulating the spiritual power in the net, the magnetic field is very familiar - Yu Fu Yunge!

In the next second, Chi Mujiu received a text message from Mi Ji: "Uncle Nine, please answer my question." Are you a human or a ghost? ”

Chi Mu wine: "......"

This, what the hell is the problem? Alas, even Yunge knew that I had been blown up. Why don't you learn someone to pretend to be dead for decades and go out on vacation?