Wang Zhuang, who was armed with a gun, couldn't calm down when he saw this scene, and after firing several shots to run out of pistol bullets, he rushed straight towards the gray cat with a mountain opening knife.

"Wang Zhuang, don't!" Lao Jiu exclaimed when he saw Wang Zhuang rushing into the battlefield.

During the day, the scratches left by the gray cat on his body were especially unhealed. When he ran, the muscles in his chest were also involved, and the severe pain not only did not make him awake, but became more crazy.

The knife opened and closed, pointed at the gray cat's head and slashed away.

Wang Zhuang is menacing, even the gray cat has to avoid its edge. Moving more than ten meters away, the gray cat lay on a big tree and looked at the crazy Wang Zhuang. The dark green pupils looked at Wang Zhuang, and there was a hint of abuse in his eyes.

The gray cat went up the tree, and Wang Zhuang had nothing to do. He went crazy and relieved himself, only to find that his back was already wet with cold sweat. After all, he was facing a high-level fierce beast, and he himself was only a B-level ordinary.

After the apocalypse, biological cells evolved to resist viruses, and with it, the biological constitution was enhanced. And the enhanced physique can also continue to increase with exercise, so that the strength of human beings is divided into three levels: A, B, and C, which corresponds to the division of fierce beasts, high, medium and low. Each level has two realms, Ordinary and Elite.

Wang Zhuang, who was of ordinary strength at the second level, was like a little mouse in front of a high-level fierce beast, and he did not have the slightest power to resist at all.

Wang Zhuang ran over to check Wang Man's injuries, but found that the gray cat's strength was too great, and directly knocked Wang Man unconscious.

Wang Zhuang was just about to get up and settle accounts with the gray cat again, when Lao Jiu pressed his hand on his shoulder, "Don't!" ”

Lao Jiu's face was solemn, he had never encountered such a powerful beast in his hunting career for more than a year. Although there are many fierce beasts outside the city, there are very few that have really reached the high level.

Facing the gray cat this time, he understood a fatal mistake. What a contempt!

That's right, although they overestimated the horror of the high-level fierce beasts, they underestimated it. Just as they can easily slay low-level beasts, gray cats can easily kill them.

Lao Jiu seemed to be moving briskly, but his body was actually tense to the extreme. The dark green eyes went straight to the bottom of his heart.

The gray cat jumped from a tree branch more than three meters high, but its light body carried a strong wind.

"Come, beast!" Lao Jiu shouted, and the black knife slashed through a strange arc towards the gray cat.

The gray cat's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, and one claw took the initiative to meet Lao Jiu's black knife.

There was a bang, like the sound of fine iron striking. Lao Jiu suddenly found that there was a faint layer of white light on the gray cat's paws. It's very light, but it makes his black knife inch.

Lao Jiu's heart was shocked and conceivable, and his heart sank, but the strength in his hand did not decrease but increased, and he vowed to split the gray cat in half.

However, where is the strength of the gray cat comparable to Lao Jiu, as soon as the claws are picked, the black knife in Lao Jiu's hand comes out. The cat's claws turned into a fist and hit Lao Jiu in the chest, making Lao Jiu feel depressed for a while.

However, before it was over, the gray cat's teeth were embedded in Lao Jiu's flesh and blood in the next moment, and it was just an understatement to bite, and a large piece of meat fell off Lao Jiu's arm.

"Ah......h

The taste of being torn off a piece of meat from his body can be imagined, Lao Jiu screamed in pain, and his forehead was instantly covered with fine beads of sweat.

Wang Zhuang, who was pressed down by Lao Jiu, couldn't hold back any longer, his body jumped up like an arrow from Lixuan, and the mountain knife slashed down at the gray cat.

The gray cat seemed to have lost interest in playing, and a faint white light flickered. Wang Zhuang stared at the mountain knife in his hand in horror. The knife in his hand was almost only the hilt, and the only thing on the blade could be seen was the smooth facet, which was the masterpiece of the gray cat's paws.

The gray cat attacked again, and Wang Zhuang almost subconsciously sat down on the ground. Xiaoli screamed in the distance.

"Bang~"

A dull sound brought Wang Zhuang back to his senses, and there was still a hideous face of a gray cat in front of him. Out of the darkness came a man in green clothes, dressed like ancient times.

Wang Zhuang subconsciously thought: 'Am I crossing over?' But a cat's roar pulled him back to reality.

The gray cat is still there, but it has appeared a few meters away. The hair on his body was a little messy, as if he had rolled on the ground.

"Weak chicken!" With a hint of arrogance in his eyes, the man in the green shirt whispered to Wang Zhuang, as if he was talking to Wang Zhuang, as if he was talking to himself.

Ignoring the surprise in Wang Zhuang's eyes, the man in the green shirt walked towards the gray cat.

As if it had encountered some formidable enemy, the gray cat's fur stood on end like needles, and its sharp claws were exposed.

"Hmph, it's just a little animal. If you don't catch it obediently!? The words of the man in the green shirt are also strange, and they seem to reveal the taste of antiquity.

"Leave him alone, he always did!"

A voice came from behind Wang Zhuang, and only then did he realize that there was a man in casual clothes and round-rimmed glasses standing behind him at some point.

Before Wang Zhuang could ask, the man in the green shirt fought with the gray cat.

The two left the ground almost at the same time, and the man in the green shirt swept the gray cat's body with a whip leg, and the speed was amazing. Then he pursued the gray cat closer, and with both hands with an afterimage, he overlapped and covered the gray cat.

Before the gray cat understood what was going on, his body was hit by dozens of punches in a row, and the force of each punch was not large, but it shook his internal organs and churned, which was extremely uncomfortable.

The man in the green shirt swept past and easily kicked the gray cat's body of more than 200 kilograms out of several meters. Then he caught up, and with a knife down, he slashed at the gray cat's spine, and the sound of a bone breaking sounded, and the gray cat howled in pain and wanted to escape. But where can I still run if I have a broken spine?

Although a piece of flesh was torn off his arm, Lao Jiu's mind was still sober, and the whole process of the fight between the man in green shirt who witnessed also saw the dim white light covering his hand.

He is no stranger to the white light Lao Jiu, and the gray cat also played it just now. But what it was, he had no way of knowing.

"Bai Yue, let's go! Leave this bunch of weak chickens alone! The man in the green shirt didn't look at everyone, and said directly to the man with the eyes.

"Qin Shaokong, you guy! The tone is really annoying. The man in glasses smiled helplessly.

Then he looked at Lao Jiu, who was missing a piece of meat on his arm, and said, "There should be something in this cat's body, and it may be good to dig it out and eat it." ”

"Don't talk too much, we still have something to do when we come to Wudu." Qin Shaokong glanced at Lao Jiu contemptuously and urged Bai Yue.

The two left one after another, their pace was not slow, and they disappeared from the sight of Lao Jiu and the others in the blink of an eye.

Wang Zhuang came back to his senses at this time, and also saw Lao Jiu's bloody arm, and his face was shocked.

"Lao Jiu, are you okay?"

A piece of meat weighing one or two pounds has been torn off, and it will be okay? A large amount of blood flowed from the wound, and Lao Jiu's face was already a little pale.

"Help me get the medicine." Lao Jiu's vision began to blur a little, and he opened his mouth to reluctantly say.

"Good!" Wang Zhuang rushed to the pickup truck and brought the medical kit.

And Xiaoli, who has never had a sense of existence, also ran to Lao Jiu's side to help.

When Xiaoli saw Lao Jiu's huge wound, her face brushed and became whiter than Lao Jiu.

"Uncle Nine, are you okay?"

Where did Lao Jiu still have the strength to answer, and bandaged the wound under the clumsy hands of Wang Zhuang and Shan Li.

Wang Zhuang woke up the unconscious Wang Man, she got up and sat up, with many abrasions all over her body, and her arm was fortunately a little dislocated, but compared to Lao Jiu, the injury was very light.

She knotted her arms alone, came to Lao Jiu, and asked with a cold face, "What's the matter?" ”

"What else could it be? That damn cat. Wang Zhuang was indignant.

"It was a mistake of judgment." Wang Man said suddenly.

"It's my responsibility to ask everyone to camp here before they are attacked by fierce beasts." Wang Man's expression was a little excited.

Wang Man is a strong woman, but also a fragile woman. Lao Jiu's arm was directly missing a piece of muscle, almost no different from scrapping, and her heart collapsed all of a sudden.

There are many kinds of people after the apocalypse, and although they are pretending to be themselves all the time, I have to admit that some people's hearts have changed. Some distortions are fragile, and this is understandable. Wang Man has always disguised herself as a strong leader, like a correct leader, but when her teammates were hurt under her leadership, her role began to become unstable.