Dazhahei heard it as early as when Shen Wei shouted his name for the first time. Before the nuclear war, he was the leader of a tribe in North Africa, who did not like to use hot weapons and was good at fighting with knives. After the end of the world, he was lucky enough to become a dominant mutant again, and he always felt that he was the lucky child. The super basic agility value has allowed his combat power to surpass the people around him, which has also cultivated his character of no one in his eyes, and at a critical moment of life and death with the mutant crocodile, he was lucky to mutate twice and became a second-level agility mutant. Due to his high base stats, many people thought he was a Level 3 mutant. By this time, Dazahei was completely empty. This can't be blamed on Dazahei being too arrogant, just because he hasn't touched an opponent in a long time. Even Bartory, who is known for his speed in the Super Human Alliance, Dazahei's heart is full of care.

But Dazha Hei didn't go out for the first time, and his years of fighting experience told him that it was the hunter who hid himself, and it was usually the prey that exposed himself, even if the opponent was weaker than him, he still had to sneak attack.

When the tavernkeeper climbed into the tavern, Dazahei was walking into the shadows at the corner of the stairs. At this time, Dazha Hei also saw some people outside. The leader is two Orientals, one knows, one doesn't know, one of them is the guy who was slashed by himself two days ago, he has good skills and strong survival ability in the wild. The other person's temperament is very special, on the surface, he looks fair-skinned and handsome, although he looks like a nerd who is engaged in research, but the occasional sharpness in his eyes makes Dazhahei, who has a keen sixth sense, feel a tingling.

"This is a master!" Dazha Hei said silently in his heart. Dazhahei has experienced countless killings, escaped death several times, has a resolute and resolute personality, and has encountered countless masters, and has long been immune to masters. What's more, Dazahei is extremely confident in his speed, and even if he is useless anyway, he will not worry about his life, which is also his biggest psychological reliance.

"Now is not the time to make a move!" Dazahei silently retreated again, back to an empty room next to him.

Zhang Le waited for another three minutes, looked back at Shen Wei suspiciously, and asked, "Are you sure he's in this tavern?" Shen Wei nodded heavily and said: "It must be there, this person is very slippery and cautious, but he is very arrogant, it stands to reason that after scolding for so long, with his character, he will definitely come out!" The more Shen Wei spoke, the more uncertain he became.

Zhang Le took a long breath, held the dagger back, and said, "I'll go and take a look first." After speaking, a leaning body, the dim lights in the bar engulfed Zhang Le's figure.

Adam, Isaac, John, Hank, and several other people who were close to Zhang Le sank slightly, and the atmosphere became depressed. In the eyes of these people, Jaime has always been inconspicuous, although his performance is good, but he is far from being a first-class hunter, but his opponent Dazahei has a very high evaluation in the group of free hunters, and he is already a super-first-class master. Judging from the past performance alone, Zhang Le's chances of victory are not big.

After the comprehensive enhancement of the second level of genes, Zhang Le had a field with a radius of three meters around him, and everything in the field, including the flow of air, was well understood. As for the speed, it must have been many times faster than when it was on the Lychee, and there is no comparison between the comprehensive genetic enhancement and the individual variants, and if the overall genetic enhancement is taken a step forward, the individual changes brought about are all exponential improvements. According to Zhang Le's estimation, the ultimate speed should be close to the speed of sound, but in actual use, not to mention the body's endurance, the neural response and visual response in a small space alone greatly limit Zhang Le's speed.

Entering the tavern, the tavern owner Yaning was already sitting at the bar. Seeing Zhang Le come in, his face changed, and his body, which was used to straightening up, stiffened for a moment, and became a shrunken head.

Zhang Le walked towards him, Yaning wanted to dodge, but finally didn't dare, and sat there stiffly, like a soldier waiting for a review. Zhang Le stretched out his hand and quickly touched one of Yaning's ears, and before Yaning could react, he found that the voice of "long-abided" was back, noisy and beautiful, the only regret was that only one ear could hear it.

Zhang Le turned around and went up the stairs, without looking at him again, a voice floated down: "Which room is Dazha Hei in?" ”

A second later, the slightly nervous answer came: "203, 203." ”

"I'm a doctor in the general department of Rock Town Hospital, your illness can be treated, and you are welcome to come tomorrow!" Zhang Le's body disappeared at the corner of the stairs, but he did not forget to put an advertisement for his department. Zhang Le thought to himself: "If Alice, a money fan, knows, she will definitely be very happy!" ”

Yaning's face turned red and white for a while, while secretly scolding his cowardice, and at the same time he had a new evaluation of this Oriental: "This person is definitely a madman!" ”

"It's bad, you have to call back the guy who was sent to ask for help, you can't offend a madman if you offend anyone!" The tavern owner, Yaning, didn't care about his rib pain, and hurriedly ran to the back door of the tavern.

Zhang Le first saw room 201, which was the first room at the top of the stairs. At this moment, three cockroaches appeared in Zhang Le's perception.

What happened at the door of the tavern had already spread throughout the tavern. The second floor is quiet, there is no one, there is an eerie quiet, although Zhang Le's walking voice is very light, but it can't lose his weight, and the old and luxurious floor always has a slight creak.

Zhang Le didn't hide his voice, he walked from the staircase to the end of the corridor, and then from the end of the corridor to the staircase, and then from the staircase to the end of the corridor, a white sword light slashed out from the broken wooden door, as fast as lightning.

Although Zhang Le had already known the 202 room where Dazha Hei was from the cockroach's field of vision, and he also sensed and captured the trajectory of the knife light after the knife light approached within three meters of his body, Zhang Le still felt that Dazha Hei's knife speed was very fast, very fast, and it was not slower than his previous shooting speed. When Zhang Le used his extreme speed to kill his opponent before, he never considered the opponent's feelings, and he didn't know what kind of desperation the opponent was in the face of his own speed. Maybe as long as there is a blink of an eye, a hesitation, and a cowardice, this kind of shot can already distinguish the winner from the loser.

Dazahei followed the light of his knife to the corridor, but there was no one in the corridor, and the knife was missing. Dazha Hei couldn't believe his eyes, the knife just now had been gathering momentum for a long time, and it was definitely the fastest shot in his life, and it was absolutely impossible to miss, unless, it was ......

As if an ant was biting his arm, Dazhahei felt a slight tingling pain in his two elbows, and soon this stinging spread to the entire elbow, at this time, the cold touch was transmitted to Dazhahei's brain, and Dazhahei's favorite Persian scimitar, which never left his hand, fell on the wooden floor of the tavern corridor, and the quaint warbler flower pattern on the wooden board was soaked in blood, as if he came to life.

"It's a small lesson!" Dazahei heard a flat voice coming from behind him. Dazahei looked back and saw the handsome nerd standing behind him, looking intently at a cockroach in his palm.

"I'm not as fast as you, why are you still plotting against me? It's not wrong for me to slash your friend, but I didn't kill him, you ruined my hands, it is equivalent to ruining my life, you are a master, don't you think it's too ruthless to change a knife for a life? Dazahei endured the pain, his face turned pale, and he roared with righteous indignation.

"First, I gave you a chance, but you didn't go down; Second, it was you who plotted against me first. Zhang Le pursed his lips, just took two steps, and suddenly bent down to pick up the Persian scimitar, but said regretfully: "The knife is a good knife!" And then he walked without stopping. Dazahei spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

There was another sound of footsteps, and the footsteps stopped beside Dazahei. Dazha Hei opened his godless eyes and actually saw Zhang Le coming back again.

"Is this going to kill yourself? To prevent future troubles! Dazahei closed his eyes weakly, he had done this kind of thing before, but he didn't expect it to be his turn now.

"I forgot to tell you, I'm a doctor in the general department of Rock Town Hospital, your arm can be treated, save your arm with ice, remember to find me tomorrow morning!" Wow, Zhang Le left again. "In that case, there will be two patients tomorrow, I ...... It's just witty! Zhang Le thought proudly.

"Wait for me, doctor!" As soon as Zhang Le walked out of the tavern gate, Dazha Hei chased him out: "Doctor, I think my condition is more urgent, can you treat it early!" ”

"Well, you see, I'm busy, and these friends are waiting to celebrate." Zhang Le was embarrassed to spread his hands.

Plopped, Dazha Hei knelt down, his head hit the ground with a "bang", and cried: "Please, I really need a doctor, can you wait a little longer, wait for the doctor to heal my arm, you celebrate again, I'm in for a treat, okay?" ”

Hank's face was the first to hang up, and he said, "Alright, alright, Mr. Jaime, why don't you give Dazha Hei his arm first, and we'll ...... later." Gather, no hurry! ”

Everyone nodded, their expressions were complicated, and they didn't know whether to be happy or sad or pretending to be a passerby, it was too embarrassing.