Mu, as a member of the Type 7 Reformers, can only be considered at a medium level among all the Type 7 Reformers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

His ability is extremely partial absorption, this special ability from the Zerg digger, the use of which is extremely one-sided, by sucking the opponent's blood, he can make his injuries and physical strength recover quickly, and an advanced branch of this ability, and even from the blood of the sucked, get the nutrients that stimulate the ability to divide cells, of course, the identity of the sucked person must be a modified person.

It can be said that this kind of ability is specially designed to fight against modified people, because this ability cannot play a role in the Zerg, and humans do not have the special digestive organs of the Zerg, so they have no way to obtain the nutrients in the body fluids of the Zerg.

There is only one reason why Mu Neng was chosen by Fan as a teammate, that is, Mu had inadvertently saved Fan once in the process of survival trial, of course, this secret is only known to the two of them.

This is also the reason why the Vatican Society has repeatedly tolerated Mu, and why he finally chose Mu among the many reformers who wanted to become his team members.

Mu usually rarely uses his abilities, because most of his battles are against the Zerg, but today is different, these almost defenseless outcasts in front of him have aroused his bloodthirsty desire that has been suppressed for a long time.

And what made him even more excited was that these low-level reformers from the Empire, sucking their blood could not only satisfy his thirst for blood, but also improve his abilities, such a high-quality mission was almost customized for him, how could he not be excited?

Mu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and threw the dead young woman's body to the ground in his hand, he smacked his mouth intoxicatedly, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a hideous arc.

"Damn, you play slowly, I'm not going to accompany you." Art cursed and immediately left Mu's side, feeling a wave of nausea whenever Mu began to enter a bloodthirsty state.

As he spoke, Art smashed the wooden plank in front of him with a hard punch, and a dodge into the room, he didn't have the perverted ability of Fan, so carefully avoiding possible injuries was the first thing he had to do.

At this time, Fan, who was on the other side of the battlefield, was standing in a wooden house, in front of him was a girl who had almost lost her ability to think due to fear, the girl held the crude blade in her hand tightly, and beside him was the corpse of a dead imperial reformer, but judging from the scorched wound on the back of the reformer, it was obvious that he was not killed by this girl.

"Don't, don't come! Don't come here! The girl let out a cry of extreme horror.

Fan stared at the girl in front of him quietly, and the physiological information provided by the omniscient vision accurately provided almost all the emotional reactions of the girl Fan.

It was despair and the deepest desire to survive.

Fan sighed softly, he slowly bent down, the girl instinctively chose to go backwards, and the blade in her hand pointed at Fan tightly.

"Take it, and leave, as far as you want, and don't look back." Van handed the pistol in his hand, which originally belonged to the Imperial Reformer, to the girl.

With a trembling hand, the girl took the weapon that Van had handed him.

Van then turned and walked out of the house with his back to the girl, but just as he was about to leave the house, he quickly shot him in the back with a backhand.

"Smack!" Gunshots rang out throughout the room.

Fan closed his eyes in pain and held the Colt python in his hand tightly, "Why." He muttered under his breath.

And not far behind him was the corpse of a dead girl, and the huge wound on the girl's chest was still spewing blood.

The dead girl, still maintaining the most momentary movements of her life, her hands tightly clasped on the trigger of the pistol, apparently at the end of her life, she had tried to shoot Fan, who was facing away from her.

Van knew that it was very easy for him to kill a person, but what he didn't know was that it would be so difficult to save a person.

Van then walked out of the hut and raised his gruff revolver to his side.

"Smack! Syllable! Two brutal gunshots rang out.

Two fountains of blood splattered out of the massive hole in the wooden wall, followed by the sound of corpses falling to the ground.

In Brahman's perceptual vision, this clumsy method of concealment is almost ineffective.

The sudden death of his teammate immediately startled another Transhuman warrior from the Empire who had been hiding in the shadows, and he fled as fast as he could.

Along the way, he constantly tried to create shooting blind spots with obstacles along the way, but this only delayed his death slightly.

Van popped a depleted uranium bullet from his wrist sheath, slowly reloaded the bullet into the chamber, pulled the bolt, and fired.

"Bang!" This Imperial reformer, who hides outside the three wooden houses, will eventually die.

The powerful kinetic inertia of the depleted uranium projectile, as well as its self-sharpening effect, can penetrate even armor, and a few wooden houses are nothing more than a small use for it.

But Van didn't care, he just needed to be released now, the most complete release.

……

Bora ran desperately between the wooden houses in the valley, and at this moment he increased his speed to the limit, and the reason he did this was not to try to escape from the area, but to catch up with the stout figure that was speeding not far away.

Caimen frowned a little irritably, he was annoyed by the hot pursuit of Bora behind him, but he couldn't kill Bora instantly, after all, he hadn't been exposed to the Empire's gunfighting skills.

He was holding the tightly bound Hitomi in the crook of his arm, and it was precisely because of Hitomi's desperate shaking that he couldn't speed up with all his strength.

"Woohoo." The pupils with the cloth stuffed in their mouths whined, and their feet shook so much that Caimen couldn't get his balance right.

Eventually, Caiman had to stop, as Bora behind him had picked up a pistol out of nowhere and was trying to shoot him in the back.

Seeing that Caimen stopped, Bora immediately hid behind cover.

Kayman's eyes narrowed, a disdainful sneer on his lips.

"Don't hide, I'll count three times, and if you don't come out, I'll make a hole in this cute little girl's thigh, and I'll do what I say." Caiman said with a sinister smile.

Naturally, Bora wouldn't believe Caiman's words, Hitomi obviously had a special meaning for Caimen, and he didn't believe that Caiman would really attack Hitomi.

"One, two, three. Well, it looks like you're not talking about her. Caiman said in a relaxed tone.

"Bang." Then he actually pulled the trigger.

"Whew!!" Then came Hitomi's extremely painful voice.

Caimen actually shot Hitomi in the thigh, and hot blood flowed out of the wound, and soon the snow under Hitomi was almost stained red.

"Woohoo." Hitomi kept crying in pain, tears almost completely soaking her cheeks.

"Bastard!" Bora let out an angry roar, and he desperately rushed out from behind cover, aiming his pistol at Caimen.

"Bang." Bora fell in response, he hadn't used an overheated weapon in too long, and Caiman was clearly much quicker than he was.

"Stupid guy." Caiman sneered, then slowly approached the fallen Bora and kicked his weapon away.

"Are the Angels of Death all stupid guys like you?" Caiman asked mockingly.

"Ask them about that." Bora replied to Caiman in the same mocking but weak tone.

Caimen frowned, and couldn't help but look at the almost one-sided situation in the valley, before which he could hardly imagine that the Angel of Death could inflict such an degree of oppression on them with just four transhumans.

Especially the transformer who had been moving in the shadows, Caimen was sure that it was the guy Caesar was trying to hunt, and now it seemed that Caesar had lost at his hands, and there was no need to doubt the fact at all.

But Caiman wouldn't let Bora sneer at it, he raised his pistol again, and then pointed at Hitomi not far away.

"You say, if there is only one between the two of you, who should I choose?" Caimen asked with interest.

There was a moment of hesitation in Bora's eyes, but then he was relieved, "Isn't that enough to give you that ridiculous satisfaction?" Bora raised her hand tremblingly, then raised a large middle finger.

"Good." Caiman smiled softly, then pulled the trigger.

The deafening gunshot was the last sound in Hitomi's ears, and she looked at Bora's already blasted head in disbelief.

"No, no, no, no, no, no!" Hot tears and blood were mixed together, physical and mental torture, and Hitomi was already on the verge of collapse.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Caiman fired four shots in a row again, as if that was the only way to get the perverted thrill.

Caiman's hideous smile enlarged infinitely in Hitomi's eyes, until finally it completely occupied Hitomi's entire thinking.

"No!" Hitomi finally let out a cry of despair and pain, and the massive blood loss and mental torture finally caused her to faint.

But an unknown force was born from her body, and it was as if Caimen had opened Pandora's box with his own hands, and he didn't know what kind of terrifying power he was unleashing at this moment.

A flawless purple color spilled out of Hitomi's eyes, eventually passing through the special layer of goggles, enveloping Caimen's entire body.

At this moment, the pupils have completely lost the whites of their eyes in their sockets, and all that is left is the purple of the extreme.

"It can't be!" Caiman let out the most desperate roar of his life, and it was his last.

In the moments that followed, bone-chilling pain erupted from every part of his body, from every cell. A steady stream of blood sprayed from the seven orifices of his face, then the capillaries on the surface of his body, and then the major arteries and veins of his body.

"Ho, ho." At this time, Caiman was almost completely a bloody corpse, and he could only let out a cry of unknown meaning in pain.

But until this moment, the purple beam still refused to let him go, and the blood of these detached bodies began to evaporate and dry rapidly in a short period of time, and the process also took every drop of body fluid from Caiman's body.

It was hard to imagine what it was like to be alive and the last drop of water in his body was being squeezed dry, and Caimen was constantly writhing unconsciously, his body bones had begun to twist and break because of this violent writhing, but it was a pity to know how terrible the pain he had suffered.

In fact, Caiman should have died a long time ago, but the purple light that enveloped him, it always made Caiman "strong" to live, whenever Caiman's fragile will was about to be extinguished, the purple light gave him a force to support him to live, because only in this way can Caimen perfectly bear all the pain.

A dried corpse wrapped in a bloody shell was created in a short period of time, the twisted and tangled torso, as if it was hard to be rubbed by force, Caimen had long lost his human form, and it was only at this time that the purple light seemed to completely release the deepest anger, and finally completely wiped out the last trace of Caimen's will and thinking.

"You're destined to die, because you have no idea how terrible the person who is about to kill you is." Bora's warning was finally fulfilled in this way.

"Who is it that woke me up." The hollow sound is three points colder than the cold wind, and the purple of all the poor is like the ultimate of power.