"What a joke, bastard!"

In the dense forest, a muscular man in a neat black suit, combing his jet-black and shiny hair, wearing the same black sunglasses as Will Smith, stepped on the rock, his fingers tightly held the trigger of the submachine gun and did not let go, and he aimed at the sky and fired wildly while cursing angrily.

He was aiming for a large gray vulture with a wingspan of more than four meters and covered in steel feathers like a sword.

The man looked reckless, but his marksmanship was really speechless, and his hands pressed the muzzle of the gun that was constantly shaking due to the recoil, so that each bullet was fired precisely at the wings of the eagle hovering in mid-air.

But in this chaotic apocalypse, it was clear that he was facing more than just a slightly larger beast, but that under the casual flapping of the eagle's wings, a whirlwind came into existence around it, and the bullets were blown to the ground as soon as they approached, and even if there was a little strength left, it was useless, and it was all broken and sunk in the sand on the equally extraordinary - the feathers that shone with a strange luster.

Gyuuuuuuu！

And the ferocious-looking eagle was obviously not a master who was willing to be beaten, but it circled in the air for a few times and then suddenly swooped down, and its two steely claws were directly aimed at the head of the man in sunglasses!

"You're kidding me, bastard!"

Tremble in the balance!

The man in sunglasses pounced directly forward at the critical moment and added a roll to dodge the attack, and then immediately got up and aimed at the back of the passing eagle to shoot - but also to no avail.

The vulture's claws cut two large pits directly into the ground, and several stones mixed in it were easily crushed, and the whirlwind around it cut the back of the man in sunglasses like a sharp blade - but the amazing thing that came out of the wound was not red blood, but a pile of dark green unknown liquid.

"Xiao Rou! Let the Y12 have some bullets left! We've got a few magazines left!"

On the other side of the battlefield, a man armed with a white bone stick struggled to support himself under the onslaught of two eagles - although the bone rod in his hand was hard enough to collide with the whirlwind and the eagle's steely claws many times, except for a little bone meal.

But it can be seen that this man has not been systematically trained in any stick weapons, and he is simply wielding indiscriminately with brute force, revealing a lot of flaws under the left and right, and being taken advantage of by the two treacherous ghost-like, highly mobile and highly mobile eagles to add a lot of wounds, although the attributes are not inferior to the two monsters in front of him, but they are completely in a passive position.

But fortunately, there seems to be a helper hidden in the jungle, and from time to time a well-sharpened wooden arrow can fly out of the dense bushes to come to their aid - strange to say, even a submachine gun can't sweep through the double defense of these eagles, but it is such a mediocre wooden arrow, but it can easily break through the whirlwind and steel feathers and pierce their flesh.

Moreover, the despicable sneak attacker's hiding skills are also good, and he blends perfectly with the jungle, and the two big vultures are red in many places, but they can't find the enemy, and in the end they can only spill their anger on Lu Zhanyuan below.

Lu Zhanyuan barely protected his body with a white bone stick, and while being suppressed unspeakably, he saw his teammates on the side wantonly squandering the ammunition he had collected with great difficulty, and finally couldn't help but remind him, but he didn't notice for a while that another wound was left on his body.

"Oh! Y12, stop firing and save some ammo!"

Hearing Lu Zhanyuan's voice, a small head poked out of the grass behind the big man in sunglasses, and hurriedly ordered Y12, who was circling.

That's right, the man in sunglasses is actually not a human being, but a dark enterprise that descended in the Changding District - a clone weapon cultivated by Mr. Yes Pharmaceutical, an underworld replicant.

What flows in his veins is green biochemical blood, and his physical strength has comprehensively surpassed the limits of human beings under the adjustment of biochemical technology, he has simple logical intelligence, no pain, no self-thinking, absolutely obeys any orders of his master, and in order not to make the good ordinary people suspicious, he has also been typed with words such as - what a joke, bastard! You're kidding me, bastard! and other standard underworld terms, which can be disguised as multiple underworld elements without flaws and integrated into human society, Nan Wusan, what a seamless conspiracy, actually terrifying!

And the underworld replicants have also been imported with a lot of knowledge about the use of weapons, whether it is hot weapons, vehicles, or cold weapons, killing fighting techniques, without exception, they all have a master-level level of control!

"Fuck you, bastard!"

As soon as he heard the order of the girl behind him, Y12 threw down the NN445 submachine gun in his hand without hesitation, and stepped forward while scolding, holding the handle of the alloy knife pinned to his waist with both hands, and rushed towards the swooping eagle.

"Ahhhh I didn't tell you to rush up and play hand-to-hand combat! Get out of the way!"

Obviously, the intelligence of the underworld replicant Y12 is not very good, and it is too difficult for him to make ambiguous operations such as judging the situation and acting at the opportunity, and he was asked to save ammunition and simply abandoned the firearm and ran directly to hand-to-hand combat, although the owner Xiao Rou behind him wanted to stop it again, but it was too late.

A snow-white light flashed from Y12's waist, and an arc was drawn in mid-air, slashing straight at the enemy in front of him!

It's a Iai slash!

This kind of pursuit of one-hit killing swordsmanship has extremely high requirements for the user's mental and physical fitness, and most swordsmen even spend a lot of time meditating and breathing to adjust their mentality to the best state before the duel - but the emotionless underworld replicant is always at the peak of the state, and with the assistance of the IRC neural chip implanted in the brain, although it is a hasty attack, his slash is perfect and impeccable in terms of attack angle, speed, and strength, even if he has been immersed in kendo for decades, I'm afraid I'll be ashamed of myself when I see this trick.

The big vultures didn't expect that the little insect in front of them could still show such a sharp edge, the swift sword completely exceeded its reaction speed, and the extraordinary strength of Y12 combined with the unparalleled sharpness of the titanium alloy blade directly cut off half of the big vulture's wings almost at the root, leaving only a little skin and flesh barely carrying.

Gooah

Under the pain, the big eagle was also stimulated to be ferocious, and one claw directly stepped on the chest and pressed Y12 to the ground, and the curved beak grabbed his arm, and directly ripped off his left arm along with a whole piece of flesh and blood!

Although he didn't feel pain, he should scream when he was injured out of etiquette, and Y12, who was so set, screamed loudly while slamming the vulture's head with his right arm - but with his strength, it didn't hurt at all, but Y12's own fist was bloodied by feathers.