Liu Tianming was silent and forcefully twisted the neck bone of the living corpse. When he drew his fighting knife and cut the limp head off the opponent's shoulder, the mutant creature was completely incapacitated and no longer struggled.

In the distance, a follow-up convoy is approaching here.

Liu Tianming wasted no time. With the help of Luo Kuan and Zheng Xiaoyue, he quickly stripped off the torn clothes of the living corpse. People were surprised to find that the skin and muscles of the living corpse were not decomposed, but had a luster comparable to that of a healthy person. In particular, the muscles are elastic, but the color of the blood is slightly gray, and in general, it still seems to be dark red.

Anatomy came into play at this time, and fighting knives were much easier to use than scalpels. Cutting open the esophagus, Liu Tianming saw half of the rat corpse that had not been completely swallowed. The poor little creature was wrapped in slimy liquid, and at the bottom of the tunnel was the acid-filled stomach pouch. The intestines of the living corpses no longer rot and stink, and the liver and kidneys are apparently functioning as well...... These shocking changes were chilling, and the gaze in Liu Tianming's eyes flickered.

When he used the most savage method, wielding a fighting knife to slit open the ribs of the living corpse, exposing the entire chest cavity of the corpse to the air, the three of them clearly saw the pink alveoli like ripe grapes, and the heart that was still twitching.

Liu Tianming stared at the slowly cold heart, plunged the tip of the knife into the back of the living corpse's head, pried open the skull, and dug out the red patch that he had already known the location.

He suddenly understood the real reason why Qi Yuanchang wanted to leave that photo to himself.

This is just an unfounded speculation. Liu Tianming didn't know if it was correct.

"We have to speed up and get to Leshan as soon as possible."

When he stood up from the corpse, Liu Tianming's eyes were full of emotion and firmness.

The words that Song Jiahao said before he died have been echoing in his ears.

We're friends.

……

The new Beijing base, deep underground.

It's a big space. Covering an area of more than 5,000 square meters, it is divided into three floors. I don't know if the architect had a problem with his brain when designing it, or if there was some kind of need, each floor is more than six meters high. In particular, the plaza at the bottom has a ceiling height of more than 10 meters.

It's full of people.

Hundreds of big men in black tights were scattered around the square. Each of them is over 1.9 meters tall, and some guys even reach two meters. Black trousers and clothes are all dispensed suits, and the left chest is identified with a bold white code, as well as a name. These people are covered with strong muscles, and the thick meridians protrude from under the fine-textured, high-elastic tights.

Along the perimeter of the square, there are a series of special areas for resting. You can see the bar, as well as up to dozens of small rooms connected to the walls. From time to time, a tall man would go in with a woman in his arms and close the door, and soon moans and shouts could be heard from inside, as if angels and demons were wrestling with each other, and everyone could know what was going on.

Meng Yongquan sat at the bar counter near Gate 5, slowly eating a cookie.

The biscuits are sweet and greasy.

When he first ate this kind of thing, Meng Yongquan felt that it was not a biscuit at all, but a piece of sugar with the characteristics of a biscuit.

This is the special training base of New Beijing. Biscuits also have a very strange name———— Solid Energy Body.

After the failure of the last operation, Meng Yongquan never saw Yin Bozhi again. Just when he felt that he had been forgotten and belonged to a small role that no one cared about, a person claiming to be from the Yin family came to the door and invited him to join.

Meng Yongquan still remembers every word that the man said at that time.

"Forget the past! It was a time that was about to disappear. You can never imagine what you're going through. Actually, a lot of things aren't what you see now. You may never understand that ignorance is happiness. But in the eyes of the discerning man, this is a sign of ignorance and ignorance. You now have a chance to know the present clearly, to know everything. Of course, you have to pay a price if you want to get anything. You have to give up everything. ”

What does it mean to give up everything?

Does it include life?

Meng Yongquan never understood the meaning of this sentence.

He likes to gamble and knows how to make a big deal with a small one.

I don't really have anything right now. If you fail to act, you will lose your own value. Whatever has been done has no meaning. Meng Yongquan didn't see Yin Jianhua at all, and he didn't have any news about that swinger. Yin Bozhi is a high-ranking big man, and he has no interest in summoning himself as a loser. In that case, why not give it a go?

Meng Yongquan accepted the other party's invitation.

He was given a shot, then put on an elevator and made his way to the depths of the base.

It takes a long time to get from the ground to the ground, about a few minutes. This also means that the depth of the underground world from the ground is definitely not a small number.

When he walked out of the elevator door, the person who accompanied Meng Yongquan said something meaningful.

"This is the world you can really control."

Meng Yongquan didn't know what this meant.

He found himself becoming fond of sugar.

Here, there is no need for any kind of training.

Meng Yongquan didn't know how many people there were. All he knew was that the entire underground building was divided into three floors. There were hundreds of people gathered in the square at any given time, and like himself, they all looked like they had received military training, had extremely strong physiques, and were good fighters in combat.

The hosts at the bar are all young and beautiful women, but there are also handsome and dashing men. Their overalls are distinctive, with the hostess wearing a black bunny girl uniform and the men wearing a pair of tight panties, with a "Y" shaped belt running through the shoulders at the front and back, creating a distinctive line on the muscle-swollen chest.

They are two very different groups from those in tight black uniforms.

All the men in black didn't look much different from each other, including Meng Yongquan. They have shaved heads, and that's the way they go from the moment they step into the elevator, and even women have to accept it. Here, the only criterion that distinguishes men and women in black is the chest. But even so, Meng Yongquan himself has made several errors in judgment———— those women in black tights are extremely fierce, and their physical strength is even far stronger than that of some men. High-intensity exercise makes their breasts no longer a burden on their bodies, but rather lumpy muscles that provide strength. They don't need any bras at all, and they don't have to worry about the sagging effects of gravity on their breasts.

On the second floor stood a dozen men armed with assault rifles. They had no expression on their faces, and they just walked back and forth down the hallway. The whole square is a huge circle, and from the second floor you can see any position on the ground floor.

These men with guns were supposed to be guards. They wore gray-green camouflage combat uniforms. With a black cloth on his face, he looks like a terrorist who doesn't want to show his true face. These people have cold eyes and no emotion. The footsteps are as precise as if they had been measured, and there is no error in the slightest.

No one dared to provoke them. Meng Yongquan still remembers the rules that his escort told him when he first came here. One of the most important is that "never do anything against the law or be hostile to the guards."

I'm no match for any of them!

Meng Yongquan has an extremely deep understanding of this.

A lot of things don't require personal experience to be learned. Meng Yongquan was very skilled in handling firearms, but he had never seen the guns ———— assault rifles in the hands of those guards in a style that did not conform to any known firearm. The muzzle is thick, and the caliber of the bullet is probably 12 mm, or more than that. This already belongs to the category of heavy machine guns, but the guards easily hold it in their hands, and they do not see the slightest burden.

Here, there are no training subjects.

There are gyms everywhere where you can find any training equipment you want, and you can ask the guards for equipment or material according to your preference. As long as it is within the premise of exceeding the regulations, everything can be satisfied.

There's just one rule here.

One man in black must be killed every day. Both male and female. As long as you can kill the other party, you will have the qualifications to continue to live here.

There are no guns, but you can use whatever tools you can find: metal armrests removed from beds, steel pipes from nowhere, wine bottles at the bar, chairs or tables...... In short, there are no rules, no restrictions, as long as you kill a man in black, you have the qualification to continue to survive for the next three days.

Seventy-two hours, that's a limit.

When the time comes, no matter what excuse you have, whether you are crying or yelling, whether you are in physical pain or injured in a previous fight, you will be completely cleared by the cold-faced and ruthless guards. They enforce the regulations very strictly, have no emotion to talk about, and kill people with great efficiency, like humanoid machines.

Guards are also human, and they are also within the range of kills. Defeating a guard will give you a higher reward, a survival time of up to three months, and a chance to get a direct promotion.

Meng Yongquan has never figured out what "direct promotion" is?

But he knew very well that it meant more opportunities, more power.

Since the injection, Meng Yongquan has clearly felt the changes in his body. Both speed and power were far greater than before, and he was even surprised to find that his ability to capture targets had increased exponentially. If it is changed to the ground, Meng Yongquan is absolutely sure to face it directly and kill any mutated creature.

The more he mastered it, the more doubts Meng Yongquan had in his heart.

There are hundreds of black-clad people in the underground base.

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