The difficulty benchmark of this world mainly comes from mecha and chickens and ducks who have been upgraded to the level of cause and effect, and the physical fitness of ordinary people is not different from the normal world in addition to being thinner and taller than the standard earthlings in the 21st century, so Xue Qiong's hand that is suddenly revealed now is really no different from Superman in the eyes of Yucheng, and this person, no matter how stupid his brain is, at this time, he also noticed the messy wreckage behind Xue Qiong.

In the entire slum of Shinjuku, the only active guerrillas are left in this wave, even if they don't even have a tall official name... Therefore, the existence of "friendly forces" is impossible, plus all the core members are almost gathered together, and it is impossible to get enough firepower to destroy an entire Britannian tactical team, and the only explanation is Mr. "Superman" in front of him.

However, Yucheng's brain circuit is simpler, and these will lead to a lot of thinking and vigilant information in the eyes of any normal person, and there is only one sentence in Yucheng's eyes: Oh, is it a vote?

In addition, Xue Qiong seemed to have just "strength" in his eyes, and did not show any alien weird abilities, so instead of being vigilant and aggressive, the guerrilla who had just been disarmed by Superman was not vigilant and aggressive, but heartlessly, laughed and patted Xue Qiong's shoulder, and shouted loudly: "It turned out to be my own person!" Brother, I'm..."

This guy didn't have any sense that he was being surrounded by enemies and should be hiding like a rat to be reasonable, and he was completely disregarded for babbling, and it was so embarrassing that Xue Qiong couldn't speak for a while.

But in just a short time, a new plan was formed in his mind, and there was another identity that was.

"You robbed Britannia's research facilities, right?"

Xue Qiong refers to this group of fools who are so lucky that they snatch C.C, one of the world's biggest secrets, as an ordinary poison gas bomb.

Yucheng was stunned for a moment, but then proudly crossed his waist, "Of course it's our masterpiece!" You don't know, those Britanans are just stupid..."

Xue Qiong interrupted him, "Then I want to thank you." Also, be quiet. ”

He took half of the chin mask off his face, revealing a standard Oriental face, though not his own, "Thanks to your attack, I have a chance to escape..."

It's like a standard plot in a movie. Even Xue Qiong wasn't completely lying, what they snatched out was originally another living person, but now he was just forcibly knocked out...

Sure enough, Shinichiro Tamaki's expression was first incredulous, and then turned into respect and adoration, I have to say that people with simple brain circuits are also good, "Was it captured by the Britannians, who did a brutal experiment and became Superman?!" ”

Xue Qiong nodded, "Almost, you can ask Clovis for details." ”

"Who's that? Where is it?! ”

Xue Qiong really admired this one a little, as a member of the resistance organization, he didn't even know the name of the enemy leader, but he still went down and said with a smile: "You can go to hell to visit him." ”

Yucheng was stunned for about two seconds, and then actually covered his stomach on the battlefield and bent over and patted his thighs and laughed, "Hahahahaha!! Brother, you are still joking!! ”

However, Xue Qiong had no interest in continuing to joke, "This place should not stay for a long time. You saved me, and of course I will repay you. ”

"Where are the others? Let's get out of here together! ”

But even if it's like Yucheng, after all, people also hang their heads on their trouser belts, gambling their lives every day to play the role of activities behind enemy lines, and the most basic vigilance is still there, and when Xue Qiong proposed to contact the main force of the guerrillas again, this thing also began to look at him left and right, "But... Surrounded by the Britannes, I..."

Of course, Xue Qiong knew why he had such a reaction, so he just pointed to his face that had just been changed, a little more 11 districts, "That's enough, right?" ”

"Also, the Clovis I just mentioned is surnamed Britannia."

.“ You said you assassinated that... Prince?! Yucheng seemed to have finally remembered the name of the person sitting in District 11, and finally swallowed his saliva and nodded, looking determined to do so, "I understand." ”

Ten minutes later, through a half-hidden rusty roller shutter door, Xue Qiong walked into a spacious building that was probably abandoned before a shopping mall, and was baptized by dozens of pairs of eyes.

Then, when they saw that it was not a Britannian who entered the door, these eyes turned back to numbness, and turned back to what was in front of them, and many of them were just staring blankly at a certain wall.

Whispers, quarrels, complaints, the cries of children, the screams of the wounded rose again one after another, and despair was like a pool of water, which was disturbed by a stone, although it changed slightly, but soon returned to its original state.

"Yucheng, you brought it again..."A tall man with long curly hair and a sports coat stood up, his tone full of helplessness, "Now Britanians are everywhere, be careful..."

Although it was a start, the lesson was just not connected. Coupled with the iconic features and the hint of the beacon, Xue Qiong knew that this was one of the most famous good old people in the original work, the future second-in-command of the Black Knights, and there was a name that would be strange to write in Chinese, Fan Yao.

"Fan!" Yucheng still raised his hand unconsciously, and greeted loudly, "This is different!" He's..."

Xue Qiong shook his head with a wry smile, patted Yucheng's shoulder, interrupted him, and then made a gesture of putting his finger to his lips.

This guerrilla force is worthy of the people's armament, even if it is hiding like rats, it has not abandoned the civilians in the slums of Shinjuku, even if these civilians are throwing their negative feelings of complaint on their compatriots who have taken up guns and resisted because of the siege and massacre of Britannia... But after all, there are many people, although Xue Qiong and this group of people are all nonsense, but after all, there are many people, and it is still necessary to avoid the possibility of extraneous branches.

Yucheng also reacted, but still left Xue Qiong in place in a frizzy manner, and then leaned over to the side of the fan and whispered, "He is a test subject in Britannia, who escaped from the facility we attacked... Monster-like people! One person took out the entire squad! There are two Sutherlands in it! ”

But no matter how much Yucheng said, there was only one reaction from the fan: this thing was blowing again.

Whether it is this guy's criminal record, or the "exaggerated" part that Yucheng himself instinctively added in his description, plus the fan didn't see the pile of corpses and wreckage made by Xue Qiong with his own eyes, of course he wouldn't believe that these sound like nonsense, and more than seventy percent of the information itself is from Xue Qiong's ghost and has been processed by Yucheng again.

And Xue Qiong certainly didn't believe that Yucheng could help him persuade the fan, so he still took the way of persuading Yucheng.

He gently reached out and grabbed one of the shelves beside him, and then twisted it as little as possible to avoid being seen by the civilians, so that the arm-thick steel beam creaked and made an S-shaped bend.

At the same time, Xue Qiong scolded her mother in her heart, Japan in this world was really rich before it became the eleventh district, and the warehouse shelves of ordinary supermarkets actually used solid steel beams!

Although the musculature from the Zerg gene is a level that can be competent in interstellar warfare and frontal combat with armored troops, it also requires the support of body size and fangs and claws, if Xue Qiong's current body size of an ordinary human can really twist such a thick solid steel beam with one hand, then he estimates that he can reach the strength of more than two dozen difficulty benchmarks with physical attacks alone... That's at least the Hulk's level. But fortunately, he reacted quickly, and after finding out that the steel beam was solid, he immediately added the help of the power of thought, and at the same time, a little colorless and transparent was secreted in the middle of the palm, and the corrosive liquid that volatilized immediately made the steel beam a lot softer, otherwise it would be the end of being slapped in the face if he pretended not to be forced.

After revealing this hand, even the fan had to believe it in the face of the shocking facts, and Xue Qiong also added a little credibility by the way, raised his trembling arm with half-truths and half-truths and said: "This level is the upper limit, and it seems that there are some side effects... This is to repay you for letting me go, and to kill the Britannians by the way. ”

"But it can only be until we break through the encirclement together. My body is like... In their words, it's 'unfinished', and I don't know how long I have to live, so..."

Xue Qiong pulled like this, and the fan's expression was also a lot heavier, but no matter how good he was, after all, he was also the leader of the team, and he only had a little time to be sentimental, and soon asked Yucheng beside him in a deep voice: "How far can he go?" ”

Yucheng's voice was about to get louder again, "I've said it all!" He dismantled two Sutherlands with his bare hands! ”

But his voice slowly became quieter, "Although I didn't see it with my own eyes." ”

Xue Qiong was humble again, "The previous time was just luck, and at the same time, I could only open three or seven against the two Sutherlands, and the third was on my side." ”

"But now that Clovis is dead, and the Britannians are headless flies, as long as you have more than one mech, we can face a single team head-on..."

But after Xue Qiong mentioned the mecha, the fan's expression suddenly became a lot more difficult.

Facing the change in the fan, Xue Qiong also suddenly noticed something, and looked in the direction where the group of poor refugees had gathered, which he had not noticed.

At the edge of them, on a dilapidated reception table, a dirty stretcher was now placed, on which lay a red-haired, unconscious woman with a blood-stained bandage on her chest and a choppy woman...