"And ...... And there is ......" The mortal said this cautiously glanced at Wen Ya and took a breath, it seems that if you don't tell your secret today, you won't be able to please it.

"I'm an advanced loser, and I'm lucky not to hang up, and I accidentally gained the ability to be immune to type A radiation, so I can come and go freely in the periphery of the sub-central area." The mortal lowered his head after speaking, and all the secrets were shaken out, and if he wanted to kill or scrape, he could only look at the mood of the great god.

Wen Ya nodded, "Well, the shotgun and bullets are left, you go." ”

Wen Ya knew that the god was telling the truth funny, and staying here would not help, there were about fifty cross bullets left, and she was going to go directly to the sub-center.

Kill all the biochemical mutants on the opposite side, there is not much left of the cross bullet, and the group of biochemical mutants on the opposite side is not much of a threat to her, and the cross bullet still has to be kept and used on the blade.

"Ah...... Are you really letting me go? "Mortals didn't expect the great god to actually let him go.

"It's up to you whether you go or not." With the shotgun on her back, she swaggered out of the window and prepared to continue to the sub-center, and the muzzles of the cyborgs in the opposite building were aimed at Wenya.

"Whoever stands in my way, die!"

Wen Ya said coldly, and strode towards the sub-central area, the body with a hardness of 10 and the strength of a level 8 evolutionary made Wen Ya rely on rushing out of the rain of bullets.

If this group of cyborg mutants were really powerful, they would not hide in the corridor and dare not launch the next round of attacks.

However, just then, the glass of the window on the opposite second floor suddenly cracked, and a cyborg jumped out of the broken window.

The body is beautiful and light, if it weren't for the blackened skin, I wouldn't be able to tell that this person was a biochemical mutant, and I thought that this person was a dancer with strong stage control.

Wen Ya didn't think about it, and directly kicked the biochemical mutant away, this time Wen Ya stabbed the hornet's nest, and then several more biochemical mutants jumped down from the window.

Wen Ya found that the strength of this group of biochemical mutants is indeed not very good, but the bounce and flexibility are very good, even if they become biochemical mutants, all the characteristics and strengths of women have not changed at all.

But these are not the reasons for Wen Ya not to counterattack, Wen Ya took off the shotgun and smashed the butt of the gun on the heads of these biochemical mutants, and the body of the biochemical mutants crossed an arc in mid-air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Wait...... etc......"

"No...... Open...... Battle ......"

The biochemical mutants who were kicked away by Wen Ya said anxiously while lying on the ground, but the more anxious they were, the more unable their vocal cords could make a sound, and at this moment more biochemical mutants rushed out of the corridor and stared at Wen Ya with an angry face.

"Are you all provoking me?"

"No...... You...... Mistake...... Yes...... ......"

The first cyborg who was kicked off the ground got up from the ground and said with difficulty, Wen Ya didn't want to pay attention to the cyborg who had to talk hard, and prepared to leave this place.

"Emily, the leader of the Thorn Forest Art Troupe, I would like to contact you, Emily, a level 1 biochemical mutant, with a value of 99 points for good and evil." As soon as Wen Ya turned around, a line of words appeared on the virtual display.

The head of the art troupe, no wonder the strength of this group of biochemical mutants is so weak, what is the value of good and evil? Can cyborg mutants still connect with their own brains?

At this moment, Wen Ya feels that AI is still useful, and answering difficult questions is never muddy.

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