Filipe was on crutches made of scrap steel, like old Pat had faced a mob tide, and stood at the only corner of the H913 colony that led to the wilderness.

Unlike the old Pat, who had been annihilated in the wilderness with the old days, there was no Beastfighter behind Fili at this moment, not even a single resident of the Gathering Area.

In this way, he stood with a big grin under the guns of the sneak attackers who were gradually approaching.

"The gathering place that Lao Tzu worked so hard to rebuild, I can't let you waste it in vain! Look at your slow pace, you should be a rookie who has not been warmly entertained by the wilderness, right? Well, welcome to the wilderness, welcome to the H913 Gathering Place, dear rookies! ”

Fili's rough, loud voice was evident in a taunting effect, and one of the soldiers stopped his tracks, got down on one knee, and raised his gun at the black lame man, who was still grinning with white teeth.

He hated the other party's mouth full of white teeth, which should be ruthlessly knocked out, preferably with the cold muzzle of a gun!

But this rookie on his first mission obviously failed to do so, and before he could pull the trigger in his hand, a sharp arrow had been accurately inserted into the middle of his still slightly immature forehead.

The arrow, which was obviously shoddy and not mass-produced, pierced through the extremely low-pressed alloy helmet on the soldier's head, penetrated the soldier's hard skull, and completely shattered the soldier's resentment against Fili's white fangs.

"Good job, little Walker, but shouldn't you do it before he crouches down and aims at me! You know, I can't resist that damn improved M16 bullet in the other side's hand! ”

Fili still stood there grinning, not seemingly aware that he had been in a brush with death, praising and complaining loudly.

The newcomer to the Night Mercenary Squad, Walker, the sniper who wields a bow and arrow, did not appear, nor did he answer Fili's complaints, which obviously did not need to be answered.

The bald boy Ives had infiltrated the H913 base, and after a long time in the wilderness, he would not be sent to the other side to make an arrow target for nothing like those stupid soldiers, and he had no interest in the lame black man who was obviously a decoy.

His target was the mid-tier Anomaly of the Night Squad, the female captain who had just given birth and was supposed to be very weak.

Of course, if conditions permit, he is also very interested in taking a few tricks with the legendary boy who is about his age, so that the other party can also taste the taste of being exploded.

Avis's idea was not to avenge the "vulture" mercenary team that had become the nourishment of the wilderness, he just felt that the new way of killing created for the other party was novel.

There weren't many Adepts in the H913 Gathering Area, except for the young man who was hiding in the shadows and shooting cold arrows, and there was an old man who was chattering like a missionary in the old days, and Ives didn't find any other Adepts.

Until he saw the girl with long light blue hair like a mermaid through the crack in the door.

The girl was lying on the low table in the room with her arms on her back, and a pair of blue eyes stared at a fiery woman sitting cross-legged in front of her without blinking, and her eyes showed a look of thought from time to time.

On the low table in front of the woman was a small glass tube that had been empty.

Ives now just wants to screw off the head of the company's intelligence officer in charge of gathering intelligence and stuff him into the **.

This woman should be in a short period of weakness now, but this weakness is caused by the use of high-level genetic drugs, not the damn childbirth!

Could it be that the mentally retarded intelligence officer took the girl next to him, who was about the same height as himself, for a newborn baby?

Things didn't work out as expected, but Ives didn't think it was a big deal. Control this girl who is in the period of evolutionary weakness, and then take that mermaid away, perfect!

Avis watched Panis's period of evolutionary weakness pass little by little, but he didn't step forward. It's not that he can't, it's that he doesn't dare.

A cold thorn was clinging between his underdeveloped hips.

Ives didn't want to experience the thrill of being stabbed* from that part of the stabbing once.

Luo had a hint of interest in the bald boy in front of him who was about the same age as himself, but this interest only came from the other party's identity as a high-level supernatural who had opened six pairs of genetic sequences.

This boy seems to be favored by the wilderness, too.

Iva glance at Lo and the bald boy with her sapphire eyes, she retracted it again, and returned her gaze to Panis, who seemed to be suffering in some kind of pain.

Because of this casual glance, the bald boy saved his life.

With other options, Lo would not kill in front of Yi.

But the military thorn in Luo's hand was not withdrawn, and he felt that the other party seemed to be very jealous of the narrow military thorn in his hand. In other words, the other party is very jealous of the position of his military thorn.

Beneath the boy's simple appearance, he has the terrifying power to destroy the entire gathering place. Although Lowe was sure that he could subdue him even if he withdrew his spur, he didn't plan to give it a try.

"Julius, please come and try it out and see if your abilities work against this intruder."

A calm, magnetic voice came from behind Avis, who finally confirmed who was behind him, who had put him in the awkward position without even realizing it.

The tavern owner of the company once talked loudly about a man of his own age who had a special prejudice against a certain part, a man who was the captain of the middle rank in the night.

A good-looking woman with a large reddish-brown cloak on her back pushed the door open and walked in, slowly walking towards the bald boy who had been crouching in the same position for a long time.

It's Julius with the ability to charm.

Julius leaned down in front of Avis, reaching out and rubbing his hand over Avis's smooth head. With her defiant touch, Avis's face grew angry.

Being caressed like a pitiful chicken cub by a lowly woman who had just stepped into the ranks of mid-level supernatural abilities, or his bald head, which he had always been proud of, made Avis inexplicably feel a little aggrieved.

Julius's eyes had become two swirling swirls, and as his fingers caressed over Avis's smooth scalp, his strange eyes looked into Avis's angry and aggrieved eyes.

He didn't dare to make any movements, he had no doubt that if he moved slightly, the boy behind him would definitely not hesitate to pierce himself, from that delicate position.

"Don't be afraid, you'll enjoy the whole process and you'll be comfortable, we'll take our time......"

Julius's voice was slow and soft, full of a deep seduction.

There was a hint of disdain and disdain in the eyes of Aavies and Julius, and they simply stopped resisting the hand that was still rubbing against the other's head.

A mid-level aderic with a charm ability, trying to bewitch the minds of a high-level superability, these idiots!

I don't know how long it took, but even Panis, who had taken the gene unlocking potion on the side, stood up and walked over, and Julius slowly raised his hand, a look of frustration on his face.

"Captain, I can't charm him, I ......"

Julius is disappointed, and despite being a member of the Night Mercenary Squad, she still fails to show the value of her existence compared to Walker.

Not a single gunshot has been heard from the periphery of the colony, and Walker should have once again proved his worth existing. And Julius failed again.

Lowe was mentally prepared for Julius' seductive failure. The gap between mid- and high-tier abilities is generally insurmountable, and Oster easily subdues Panis with just one move.

Since Julius couldn't charm this high-level ability who was four levels different from her for the time being, Nalo could only help her.

Lowe slowly approached the bald boy's ear, whispered a few words to the boy, and motioned Julius to recast the spell on the boy.

"This is your last chance, and you'd better pray that my partner will succeed, or I'll hang you on the flagpole of the gathering place, in the way you feared."

Avis saw himself being hung on a flagpole that was many times thicker than a military thorn, and he finally began to realize his current situation.

He knew that the boy behind him who was as old as himself could definitely do it, and there was also a Panis who had entered the ranks of high-level abilities.