The stairwell was littered with corpses lying on the steps, blood pooling into a stream that flowed down the steps.

For ordinary people, the black iron level is as powerful as a god, and once it is close to the black iron level life, there is no room to fight back.

Lin Wanyi stood in the middle of the pile of corpses and glanced at it, making sure that all the enemies were dead, and then returned to the hut.

Zhou Chen leaned against the wall with his hands on his chest, turned his head to look at Lin Wanyi, Lin Wanyi nodded at him, signaling that everything was done.

Since the end of the world, the three of them have faced terrifying mutant creatures, powerful virus infections, overwhelming monsters, and even the power of heaven and earth!

Suddenly, the opponent became an ordinary person, and there was no intention to calculate or not, which couldn't be easier for the three of them.

——

At the door downstairs, a bunch of people looked up at the second floor.

The leader is a short-haired strong man, 1.9 meters tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a petite girl with thick thighs on top of his arms, standing there like an iron tower.

He wears a camouflage combat uniform, but he has no military temperament at all, but is gangster, like a nightclub watcher, or a debt collector.

A thin man cautiously approached the short-haired strong man: "Boss, you won't touch hard stubble, right?" ”

The short-haired man was silent for a moment.

"Ma's! Is there still such a hanging person in the people? Wiped out an armed squad in an instant, I thought that the existence of the awesome was co-opted by the military. He scolded in a thick voice: "The scorpion is a dog b, don't talk about it, and make trouble for Lao Tzu!" ”

The thin man tentatively said, "Then what should we do?" To withdraw or not to withdraw? ”

"Withdraw your ma!" The short-haired strong man glared at him, and spoke wildly and spat at Xingzi: "With Lao Tzu here, no matter how powerful those people above are, they can still turn the sky upside down?" ”

The thin man smiled bitterly.

You're a level 2 mutant, ridiculously strong, and of course you're not afraid.

The point is that we are ordinary people, and we are afraid!

Paralyzing!

Once the fight starts, it is always us who are hurt!

The short-haired strong man sneered: "Follow me, dare to provoke me, see if I don't hammer them into meat sauce!" If you get any benefits, such as exercises, systems, skills, equipment, ......"

The more he talked, the more excited he became!

As soon as these words came out, seven or eight junior brothers behind him were full of sycophants.

"Boss is awesome!"

"As soon as the steel body comes out, it is simply invincible!"

"That's it, there are only eight hundred and ten people who are stronger than the boss in Beichuan City, all of them are famous and surnamed masters, and they can't just jump out of a cat or a dog to match."

“Go！ Go！ Go！ ”

……

A group of people began to heckle and rushed upstairs.

These people are wearing camouflage uniforms one by one, but the camouflage uniforms are loose and crooked, and at first glance they are not reminiscent of soldiers at all, but they are like a certain company conducting extended training and wearing camouflage uniforms for military training.

The short-haired strong Hanzhi was full of pride, and took many of his younger brothers upstairs, without taking the enemies upstairs in his eyes at all.

In his opinion, all the strong people in Beichuan City were co-opted by the military, because the conditions offered by the military were too tempting for people to refuse.

The stronger the strength, the better the conditions given by the army.

Those who have not joined the army are either mediocre in strength, or they have a great appetite and cannot reach a unified opinion with the military.

There will be no one who is super hanging, not being won over by the military, but being won over by civilian forces, or fighting alone.

The end of the world is coming, the national disaster is at the head, and at this time, all social resources must serve the country, and there is no need to negotiate.

In other words, there is no such thing as a non-governmental force that has become a climate, and there is no particularly powerful person who fights alone.

Because no matter how powerful a person is, it is impossible to be stronger than the military, under the inclination of the military's huge resources and special cultivation, the growth rate of special groups is terrifying!

The Mavericks may have some advantages at first, but they will soon be crushed by the talent cultivated by the military.

At the end of the day, individuals and nations are not in the same order of magnitude.

The short-haired strong man felt that Zhou Chen and his group were the kind of people who were a little capable, but they had little ability and a great appetite, and the military did not agree to the sky-high asking price, so they could only be members of a small gang in the end.

This kind of gang can be pinched to death with one hand!

With a strong sense of confidence, the short-haired man strode upstairs.

In the process of going upstairs, he turned on his mutation ability, and in less than two seconds, the whole person turned into a polished black iron man, with a smooth and shiny body surface, a solid texture, and a dull pace, as if he could crush the stairs with a single force.

His left palm and right fist were paired in front of his chest, making a loud 'bang',

This is the mutation ability of a short-haired strong man - black and gold physique!

Once the mutation ability is activated, the body is as hard as iron from head to toe, and bullets cannot penetrate it, which can be described as extremely powerful.

The short-haired strong man glanced at the stairwells covered with rivers of blood and corpses, and didn't take it seriously.

He has seen too many similar scenes, which time did he kill monsters without a river of blood?

But a group of younger brothers behind him turned pale with fright, and they were afraid.

If it was himself who rushed up just now, he is also lying here now.

In this way, the shiny black metal man turned into a short-haired strong man took the lead, and the younger brothers cowered and followed behind four or five steps.

When he came to the second floor, he stepped into the room with his left foot and scolded like a Hong Zhong: "Let Lao Tzu see, which ...... it"

"Bang!"

Before he could say that, he flew out upside down, crossed the hallway and slammed into the wall opposite the door, smashing the wall into a large depression in the face, and the cobweb-like cracks in the depression.

He stood up with his hands on the ground as if he was nothing, and walked forward as he said in a contemptuous tone: "That's all he can do? Too weak! ”

"Really?"

A cold voice came from inside the room.

Brush!

A sword light flickered, and the dim stairwell lit up!

"Bang dang."

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

The short-haired strong man stared blankly at his left arm, which had fallen to the ground from the root, in disbelief for a while.

With such a hard black gold physique, someone could easily remove an arm?

After using his mutation ability, he was like a metal man, his body was heavy, his movement speed was slightly slow, he didn't feel pain, and before he had time to think about it, he felt a gust of wind sweeping through the stairwell!

A scream sounded behind him in an instant, and then it was extinguished in an instant.

"Plop Plop Plop ......"

The dull sound of flesh falling to the ground continued.

The short-haired strong man felt a storm in his heart: "How can it be so terrifying? The speed of killing is faster than the speed of a corpse falling to the ground, know that this is not one person, but a group of people! ”

He turned his head and saw a blood-robed sword-wielding man standing in front of the first step of the stairs, surrounded by corpses.

The short-haired man was shocked: "Who the hell are you?" ”

After speaking, he saw the man in the blood robe with the sword looking up, his face indifferent and looking at him.

The short-haired man could not see the slightest emotion in these eyes, and felt that the other party was looking at himself as if he was looking at a piece of wood or an iron rod, rather than at a living being.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's you who matters, level 2 mutants should be eligible to access the secrets of the scene, right? Tell me the details of the 'Tomb That Has Fallen for a Thousand Years' and the structure of the military in Beichuan City, and I can make you die a happy death. ”

In the frightened gaze of the short-haired strong man, the blood-robed sword-wielding man slowly spoke, and stepped onto the steps step by step, step by step, step by step.

As the other party gradually approached, the short-haired strong man felt a cold aura envelop him.