It's too late, but it's all happening.

Everyone didn't expect that Zhou Chen would take the lead and crush Jiaoran with one hand.

is also a level 3 mutant, Ping Jiaoran didn't even have the strength to fight back, and was broken by Zhou Chen, more than a dozen bones were embedded in the wall, his internal organs were shocked, and blood flowed out of his mouth as if he didn't want money.

She didn't scream, she just groaned in pain.

Even if the level 3 mutant body is strong, if Ping Jiaoran does not have any special recovery ability, he will have to lie in bed for at least a year and a half.

And a year and a half later, the scene is changing rapidly, terrifying monsters are emerging one after another, and level 3 mutants are everywhere, no different from ordinary people now.

"And you!"

Zhou Chen shot at Kim Hyun Woo and the five without mercy!

If you want to keep the median flame elf, let the military throw a mouse bogey, and dare not target Zhang Yufei and Lin Wanyi, you have to show a strong side!

It's terrifyingly strong!

Zhou Chen entered the flock like a tiger, and instantly shattered the five-person lineup.

"Click!"

"Bang!"

"Ahh

"Boom!!"

……

There was a series of explosions and screams, and the small reception room was reduced to rubble, and the smoke and dust filled the air, drowning everything.

Fighting five level 3 mutants at the same time, Zhou Chen was not afraid at all, and he didn't even use the white bone spirit blade, relying purely on hard power to crush the past!

This is the difference between the God of Killing and the Greenhouse Flower that comes out of Purgatory!

Although these people have also experienced a lot of fighting, the degree of danger is not the same as what Zhou Chen has experienced.

It's like a person who became a billionaire from scratch, a person who was born in a wealthy family, was guided by his predecessors, was promoted by high-ranking officials, and had countless network resources, and finally became a billionaire.

It's all about becoming billionaires, but the difficulty is not at one level!

"Boom ......"

"Ahh

"Rub!"

Another wall was torn down, and the screams of women and the scolding of men rang out instantly.

A charming lady sits on the edge of her desk, her legs stretched in the air in an M-shape.

She hugged an obese middle-aged man in his thirties and forties, and the two applauded for love-

Bang Bang ......

As the wall shattered, the man trembled with fright, turned his head and scolded with red ears: "The paralysis is endless!" Fight all day long fight all day long! Lao Tzu's wall has been repaired three times! There's a kind of life and death that you're separating today! ”

He was greeted by a barrage of explosions.

He angrily lifted his pants and stood in the distance with his hands on his chest and watched coldly.

Soon, he realizes that something is wrong.

The secret service was formed for a short time, but there were many masters, and no one was convinced, and melee often broke out.

In the past, the melee was either pulled apart by someone, or they were separated for a while, but they didn't fight hard anyway, and it ended quickly.

This time it's different, all of them are playing with their lives!

Moreover, many people besiege one!

Not only did the besieged not suffer, but they also burst out with terrifying power and swept away the masters of the secret service!

"Damn!" The fat middle-aged man's eyes widened: "Wild in the secret service? ”

He watched as the onlookers grew more and more, and asked a Level 2 mutant beside him, "What's the situation?" ”

The level 2 mutant was full of shock: "This person killed the four members of the Vulcan team who entered the hundred-year tomb, and also took away the middle flame spirit of the Vulcan, and asked him to hand it over, but if he didn't hand it over, he would fight." ”

The obese middle-aged man was dumbfounded: "So just? ”

"Why not just? If a treasure falls from the sky in peacetime, worth tens of millions, it can make you turn over the salted fish, buy a sports car, buy a villa, and have a big health care in the club every day, at this time someone asks you to turn it in and send you a pennant, can you be willing? It's just that there is no way, the arms can't twist the thighs, and they must be handed over.

Now the world has changed, strength should be respected, replace me, I have this kind of strength and I am just! The level 2 mutant looked at the battlefield where the smoke was rolling and roaring in the distance, as well as Zhou Chen's tough posture, and his face was full of excitement: "It's too fierce!" ”

The middle-aged fat man thought for a moment and nodded: "That's right." ”

He is an adventurer who knows that luck can change fate.

If someone asks him to hand over the adventure, he will fight to the death.

At this time, a young man in military uniform ran over and saluted the middle-aged fat man: "Major Chen, you are ordered to support the battlefield and help the 'Apocalypse' get back the mid-rank flame spirit!" ”

"Huh? Let me on? The middle-aged fat man looked embarrassed: "I can't beat it!" ”

The young soldier accentuated: "There is a death order from above, please execute it immediately!" ”

"No need!"

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind the two.

The two turned their heads to look, and a tall and powerful man with a full face came over, and casually pushed away the middle-aged fat man and passed between the two.

The middle-aged fat man was stumbled and almost fell.

The mighty man disdained: "What is the use of a waste except for farting and smoking?" It's enough for me to be alone! ”

After the middle-aged fat man stood firmly, a wave of anger rose in his heart, but he could only stand aside with his head bowed, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

This is the 'Apocalypse', one of the guardian saints of Beichuan, second only to the two strongest level 4 masters, usually arrogant and domineering, offended by one word, and there will be no peace in the future.

In the eyes of a group of people, the Apocalypse walked forward with his back to them, and the void around his body gradually appeared with bright lines of light.

The lines of light spread rapidly, joined together, became angular and angular, outlining something one story high, enveloping him inside.

The Apocalypse's body gradually rose upwards as he walked forward on the air.

As he walked, the lines of light became clearer and clearer, and a shadow appeared between the lines.

Suddenly, the white light flourished, drowning the Apocalypse.

A few seconds later, the light ended, and a one-story tall white humanoid mecha full of metallic texture and sci-fi colors, with an extremely sharp and cool shape, appeared in the hall.

"Your apocalypse is coming!"

The cold mechanical synthesizer sounded.

——

Zhou Chen's battle with mutants has spread more and more widely.

For Level 3 mutants, the walls are not as fragile as papier-mâché, but they are not much harder.

The battle became more and more intense, the explosions continued, the angry shouts continued, and the secret service building shook one after another, and there was a feeling that it would collapse at any moment.

"Boom!"

"Pop ......"

Finally, a Level 3 mutant crashed into the tempered glass wall of the first-floor lobby, and the tempered glass wall shattered into particles all over the floor.

The mutant shot out of the glass wall of the hall like a cannonball.

Zhou Chen followed and came to the square outside the secret service building.

There were people coming and going in the square, shuttling like weaving, and there was also a large group of onlookers piled up in a fan shape, seeing him come out and scream and scatter.

"Boom,,,Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, ......Boom, T

Zhou Chen heard the sound of dull and heavy footsteps behind him, and the sound became denser and denser, as if there was a metal giant that went from walking to running, and then to running wildly.

He suddenly turned his head, and his eyes widened suddenly!

A white humanoid mecha strides forward!

It flicked its right hand behind its back as it ran, drawing a white metal greatsword that shook brightly for a person.

"Suffer death!"

In the tyrannical mechanical synthesis, the white mecha jumped high, and a pair of mechanical hands held the hilt of the sword and raised the bright metal giant sword above his head, slashing at Zhou Chen with the momentum of Mount Tai!