"What is this?" Tang Ling squatted on the ground, holding a small flashlight, stretched out a finger to 'grab' the corpse on the ground, which was only one-third the size of a human being, and couldn't help but ask the flying dragon.

It's all so weird, the huge creatures that emerge from the ground, and when they are killed, their entire bodies will slowly melt.

And after melting to a certain extent, a so-called 'body' appeared in this huge and broken body, which was very small, only one-third the size of a human being.

But the overall combat effectiveness of this strange thing is not weak, and with the strength of the flying dragon, it also took several punches to barely beat it to death.

There is no doubt about the strength of the flying dragon, it is just an ordinary punch, Tang Ling has already roughly calculated through his precise instinct, and the punch power has reached the level of 10,000 kilograms.

Quietly glanced at the flying dragon, the appearance of a pig's head, presumably this is not the peak state.

As for why the flying dragon turned into a pig's head, Tang Ling had already 'forgotten' this process, in short, if he hadn't untied the flying dragon in time just now, in the face of this little monster, the ending would have been ugly.

"Even if you transform, you're not an opponent." Tang Ling came up with an answer.

Faced with Tang Ling's question, Feilong was a little absent-minded, he still hadn't come up with a perfect reason to beat Tang Ling.

Captain Purple Moon, beaten into a pig's head by a Crescent Moon warrior of the First Reserve Battalion! If this kind of thing is said to be out, will he still be embarrassed?

Although this matter is not without reason, such as the fact that he was injected with a large dose of anesthetic, and for example, the electrode restraint ring that was put around his neck would form a special electric field to affect and destroy his force field....

In addition, this electrode binding ring will also emit a certain amount of current, which makes his whole body sore, and he can't exert half of his strength at all...

Otherwise, with Tang Ling's strength, even if he tried his best, he wouldn't be able to hurt a single hair of his flying dragon.

"Captain Wyvern?" Tang Ling didn't get an answer, and his heart was as uncomfortable as a cat scratch.

But he showed a very innocent and honest appearance at this time.

When calling for the flying dragon, a pair of simple eyes looking at the flying dragon were full of inquisitive and serious eyes.

Wyvern felt like his lungs were going to explode, but he couldn't find a reason to attack.

In fact, the whole thing is also quite 'fantastical' in his heart, and he thinks that his fate of becoming a 'bargaining chip' cannot be changed, because his existence will make it very difficult for Safe Zone 17.

No matter what the outcome of the matter was, he was destined to be nailed to the pillar of shame and become a joke, but he didn't expect that he was inadvertently saved by Tang Ling, a kid.

It's saved, but now thinking back on that scene, the flying dragon doesn't know how to describe it... This kid didn't say a word, so he stuffed it with a grenade!!

I guess it also died very unjustly, right? was attacked by a kid whose combat power is still a 'weak chicken' type.

I think it's also a dignified captain... If it weren't for all sorts of coincidences, a grenade would never have hurt it.

Even if it's stuffed in your mouth, that's it...!

It was still very bad, the wyvern asked himself if he was stuffed with a grenade in his mouth, and the concussion was the lightest result.

But is my current result better than a concussion? His face was swollen like a pig's head.

Who believes it? A kid from the First Reserve Battalion seriously injured a captain in Sector R of the Underworld, and then beat Captain Purple Moon in the 17th safe zone of humanity.

Do you need a reason to beat such a kid? No, you don't.

Thinking of this, Feilong suddenly looked at Tang Ling and smiled kindly, Tang Ling was suddenly creepy, and the image of Feilong suddenly smiled, just like a wild boar grinning at him.

Tang Ling wanted to run, but his premonition was not good.

However, Feilong had already stretched out his big hand at this time, grabbed Tang Ling's collar, and his smile became brighter and brighter.

"I'm innocent."

"I'm your savior."

Tang Ling only had time to shout these two sentences when he saw a huge fist getting closer and closer to his face, and then a golden star appeared in his eyes.

**

A crisis in the city lord Worf. Andorra's timely action was invisibly resolved.

In the end, although Wolf's shouts did not receive any response, the retreating beasts spoke for themselves.

The enemy is afraid, but the lord of the city is invincible.

The Fortress of Hope began a carnival, and it seemed that the higher-ups were happy to cooperate with such a carnival, and the rare free distribution of alcohol was distributed.

Suddenly, the fortress of hope, which was usually full of iron blood and battle, turned into a carnival field.

"It's lively outside." Henk took a glass of red wine and sat down next to Andrew.

It was a night of ups and downs tonight, but the final victory belonged to Andrew and that was enough for Genk.

What is victory? The concept has always been abstract, but the smile on Andrew's lips doesn't deceive.

Only when he is truly happy, will he subconsciously restrain himself, purse the corners of his lips, and try not to make his smile look too proud.

But such a micro-expression, Henk is very familiar, looking at such a smile, Henk thinks that Andrew has achieved his goal.

"Lively? The bustle outside is not necessarily really bustling. It's just that we need to give some comfort to those who don't know the truth. Andrew shook his wine glass.

Even in the First Reserve Camp, his life with Genk was extravagant, which was the result of strength.

"Why do you say that?" Henk asked casually, he didn't really care, Andrew was interested in talking, he just cooperated.

"What do true people of insight think when they see that the beasts, corpses and mutated insects in the ruined battlefield can be controlled?" Andrew said this, despite trying to control it as much as possible, with a clear smile.

"It's really bad." Henk frowned.

"Yes, it's bad. Security Zone 17 doesn't have much to rely on. Wolf must come back to preside over the big picture and never leave. Speaking of this, Andrew took a sip of red wine: "But it should not be of much use, and the enemy may not be afraid of Wolf at all." ”

"And what are their scruples?" Henk is not happy, he has a feeling for Safe Zone 17 where he grew up, but this relationship is not as good as his friendship with Andrew.

"It's a secret." Andrew was still smiling, then unconsciously tapping his finger and saying, "But for me, this is very good news. Because the family's choice was the right one. ”

"And my initial analysis was off track. Only now do I realize that no one wants to win this battle, but it is just the first time that we have launched a big cooperation to test each other's sincerity. Sincerity is demonstrated, and that's enough. ”

Henk lowered his head and didn't speak, how could he not understand the meaning of Andrew's words?

It turns out that tonight's battle, the battle in which so many people were sacrificed, was just a test of each other between the cooperating forces? Test whether the other party is absolutely reliable and can cooperate deeply.

Or it can be said that through this battle, some things were put on the table more clearly, and no one could 'get off the boat' anymore and be completely tied together.

It's like the Anse family has been deeply branded as 'traitors', and there is no choice from now on.

Just, is it really appropriate to do this? Henk still has a trace of unbearable in his heart, and many fighters have died.

"Little Henk, you're wrong. Safe Zone 17 will always be Safe Zone 17, the only difference is the person who leads it. Good birds choose trees to perch, and we, as duckweeds that drift with the flow, only need to choose a strong leader, and this is enough. Andrew put down his glass and touched Henk's blonde hair.

"Hmm." Henk's heart was a little better, and what Andrew said always made sense.

"Unless one day, I can be a leader. At that time—" Andrew narrowed his eyes.

But soon changed the topic: "So, not everyone is happy in this carnival." I think there were several people in the 1st Reserve Battalion who were unhappy. Right? ”

"Yes, they're sad. Dill went to see it, after all, Auston was a member of his family, and he tried to convince Auston to take the opportunity to break away from the group, but it was unpleasant. Henk told Andrew the truth.

"Stupid people, no one can convince." Andrew shook his head lightly, what Auston was not in his eyes at all.

He was in a good mood, although he was very sure that Tang Ling would not survive, but this news proved it even more.

When the moon is off, he can go to receive merit, and what kind of reward will he get? Could it be the legendary item that flowed from some mysterious place?

If so, it must be given to Genk, he must grow up quickly.

By the way, I've already investigated, and Warehouse 19 is completely in ruins, this matter is foolproof, right?

It seems that taking advantage of the situation is the means that a wise person should use. This also shows how important it is to control information.

Andrew held the red wine glass, and the various thoughts that came to his mind made him think a little preoccupied, but Henk did not bother him, and chose to sit quietly beside him, as if the bustle outside could not disturb the peace between the two of them.

**

"So, it's an underground race?" Tang Ling frowned, even if it was just a simple expression, it overwhelmed his entire puffy face.

The next moment, it hurt so much that he grinned his teeth, but when he opened his mouth, there was another tearing pain, which made Tang Ling can't help but exhale in pain.

"Hahaha." Feilong smiled very undisciplinedly, but his equally swollen face couldn't bear to laugh like this, and he ended up screaming with Tang Ling.

The two didn't dare to 'do it anymore', and at the same time returned to their calm appearance, just looking at each other's eyes, like two foxes.

"If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely beat the Wyvern to death." Tang Ling thought so in his heart.

"If I'm free in the future, I'll beat this kid once a month." The idea of the Wyvern is also very simple.

However, the two of them tacitly did not mention this stubble, but continued to talk about the topic of underground races.

"Yes, the underground race. There is another civilization underground, they are very different from human civilization, but it is indeed a civilization. Feilong took a puff of the cigarette he had scavenged from Tang Ling and exhaled a faint puff of smoke.

When it comes to the underground race, it's a heavy topic, and for anyone who knows about it, it's heavy.

"I don't believe it. There is no record of any civilization underground in the pre-civilizations. And the technology of the previous civilization was so advanced, if there really was a civilization underground, how could such a major event not be detected? Tang Ling expressed his opinion.

He refused, let alone admitted, that there was a civilization underground, and he preferred to believe that what he saw was a special monster that appeared in this era and lived underground.

It's like a corpse.

Tang Ling likes to read and think. He can clearly understand what it means if there are two completely different races on a planet, and both are intelligent races, and both have developed their own civilizations?

War, real war! Unlike the struggle between humans and beasts, mutated insects, and corpses, there is only a war of extermination between the two intelligent races.

There is no possibility of peace, not at all! Even if the former civilization was so developed, discrimination could not be eliminated between the same race because of the difference in skin color, let alone two completely different civilizations?

Tang Ling subconsciously thought of this, there were more things he didn't want to think about, he just wanted to deny it.

Looking at Tang Ling's serious appearance, the flying dragon was slightly silent for a while.

There was no way for him to tell Tang Ling more things, because Tang Ling didn't know about that history that had been deliberately concealed.

According to the iron rule of Safe Zone 17, there is no way for a person to know more if he does not grow to a certain point.

This is a kind of protection, but also a kind of paralysis, otherwise people will not be able to live in this era with peace of mind.

It is rare to be confused, and it can only be a realm of the wise and the informed. For most people, they don't understand it, so it doesn't matter if they are confused.

"So, they're a civilization that only emerged in our time, right?" Looking at Feilong's expression, Tang Ling tentatively said what he thought was the result.

If so, that's fine! No matter what, human beings are still enjoying some of the fruits left over from previous civilizations, and they are also moving forward firmly.

In comparison, the odds are much greater.

Tang Ling is not a person who worries about the country and the people, but he still understands the simple truth - if the skin does not have hair, it will be attached?

Those who betray their own race and despise their country are absolute fools.

"No, they've always existed." Feilong wanted to deceive Tang Ling, but looking at his dark eyes, he couldn't tell a lie.

What's more, being seen by Tang Ling and discovering the existence of the underground race is already considered providence, right?

This amazing boy, Feilong sighed, and his gaze at Tang Ling couldn't help but soften a little.

Always there? Tang Ling's face was a little ugly, and Feilong still denied his statement in the end.

No matter how illogical and incredible the existence of the underground civilization is, the flying dragon is so simple, without citing any evidence, it directly denies Tang Ling.

"Underground, there is no way to survive underground. High temperature... At least the heat underground, and where else does the oxygen come from? No, underground..."Tang Ling muttered to himself, still unable to accept this conclusion in his heart for a while.

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