(Chapter 4, Basking for Recommendation Votes!) ）

The clone moved, and soon arrived at the location where Yang Yi's body was.

Controlling the clone into the hall of this house, the clone standing straight, two meters and six in size, almost reaching the ceiling. The strong muscular sense makes the doppelganger full of violent beauty. The third-order evolution allows the clone to remain basically intact in appearance, and there will be no decay in some places.

The doppelganger before the third order is full of rancid smell, and after the evolution of the third order, although there is still one, it is not too heavy, and it is within the range of tolerance.

Consciousness withdraws from the doppelganger and returns to the body.

Yang Yi got up from the bed, pushed the door and walked out. It should be said that this is the second time that Yang Yi has come face-to-face with a doppelganger.

The hideous face made Yang Yi have always been accustomed to clones, and he was also startled, giving people a feeling of cold air. Especially on the head of the doppelganger, there is a bullet hole in the ear, and the muscles around it are lifted open, revealing a crimson scar.

The black liquid was still oozing outward, running down the neck.

On the strong muscles, bullet holes can be seen everywhere, making the toned muscles become pitted.

The injuries suffered by the doppelganger were shocking, like kettles leaking everywhere, and the black liquid solidified in the wounds. After a night of healing, some of the bullet holes were shrinking, but it was terrifying enough. If an injury like this is put on a person's body, even ten lives are not enough.

Yang was also a little scared, this time it was lucky, who knows if the clone will move like this next time?

The team in the settlement began to be equipped with heavy firepower, and the clones were strong, but they could not withstand the power of technology.

If there is a heavy machine gun or a sniper rifle this time, the clone will have to be handed over to this small convoy.

Standing in front of the clone, feeling the fierce aura emanating from the clone, Yang also wanted to let go and touch its muscles, but in the end he held back. The identity of the third order of the doppelganger, the viruses on its body are several times that of ordinary zombies, and these black liquids also have countless viruses.

Opening the toolbox he brought, Yang Yi put on gloves, took out a ruler, and opened a notebook.

A few chairs were found in the house and stacked on top of each other, and Yang Yi stood on them, barely able to measure the doppelganger's head.

The head of an ordinary person who is a few sizes bigger is bare, and there is not a single hair.

When I looked closer, I found that in addition to the biggest scar, there were several scratches on my head, which only hurt the epidermis.

Measure the size with a ruler, write it down in a notebook, and then around the neck and down the shoulder. What Yang Yi had to do was to measure the size of every part of the giant-like clone, so that people could create a pair of armor according to this size.

As for whether the doppelganger will expand in size when evolving the fourth order in the future, Yang Yi can also think of rebuilding this method when the time comes.

To be exact, the height of the clone is two meters six three, and Yang Yi stands in front of the clone, but it is a little lower than the doppelganger's chest. Compared with his own arm, there is no comparable surname with the arm of the doppelganger, maybe his thighs are not as big as the arms of the doppelganger.

The only thing that bothered Yang Yi was that the doppelganger was now completely naked-naked, which always made Yang Yi feel weird.

After measuring the size of the clone, Yang Yi took out some iron clips from another toolbox, as well as a few extremely sharp knives.

Walking up to the doppelganger, on its thigh, black liquid was still oozing from the wound caused by a rifle bullet. Yang also gently picked it with a knife, and in the muscles, the tail of a bullet could be seen. The strong kinetic energy, and the obstructive force of the muscles, make this warhead somewhat deformed.

Yang also tried to use a knife to cut the muscles around the scars of the clone, and the sharp knife had a strong resistance when cutting.

After pulling some away, Yang Yi put the clip in again, clamped the warhead, and loosened it up and down for a moment before gently clamping it out.

"Poof" was thrown to the ground, and the warhead was covered with black liquid.

"First ......"

There are more than 20 gunshot wounds on his body, which is really enough for Yang Yi to be busy for a while.

If these bullets are not removed, once the wound on the body heals, it will remain inside the muscle. For the time being, no impact or consequences have been found, but Yang Yi still decided to take out all the warheads, and he did not dare to guarantee that there would be no impact in the future.

It took Yang Yi almost an hour to get more than 20 warheads.

Looking at the warhead in the ground, Yang was already sweating profusely, and he felt that his arm was sore.

Now Yang Yicai has realized that some surgeons, they can only complete the operation for several hours at a time? Counting it, what Yang Yi just did to the clone has nothing to praise at all, and he completely took out the warhead from the wound indiscriminately.

Fortunately, after losing Yang Yi's consciousness, the clone was no different from a vegetative person, and let Yang Yi do it.

"The last one!"

Yang Yi put his eyes on the doppelganger's head, and then stepped on a chair and approached the doppelganger's head.

Unlike other wounds, this one enters the doppelganger's head, and you have to be extremely careful when trying to remove it. To be honest, standing in front of the clone, Yang Yi was a little trembling and scared, in case his hands shook a few times and the clip stirred a few times, the clone would be finished.

Yang Yi also thought about inviting a doctor over, but this is not nonsense, the doppelganger is a secret that cannot be said.

"If you can't do it, you have to do it!" Yang Yiyi gritted his teeth, anyway, there was no pain nerve in the clone, Yang Yi generously cut off all the skin and flesh around the wound first, and then cleaned the wound with mineral water, the clip was useless, but cut the wound a little bigger, and then gently stretched it in with two fingers.

What you touch is a soft lump, which should be the brain.

The only thing that is fortunate is that Yang Yi's consciousness can enter the clone and be able to know the location of the warhead more accurately.

I moved my hands slightly and groped inside, and after a while, I finally came into contact with something hard.

Then it becomes more and more important to be more and more careful not to advance the warhead, otherwise it will hurt the inside of the brain. Compared with real surgery, Yang Yi's kind of operation cannot be called surgery at all, but a barbaric method of taking bombs, which is impossible to be realistic in human beings.

The identity of the doppelganger made Yang also have the so-called cerebral hemorrhage, destroying some superficial nerves and the like.

Two fingers gently grip the warhead, and then carefully move it out little by little.

This process is not long, but it makes Yang Yi feel like half a century has passed. It wasn't until the warhead was taken out and thrown away that Yang Yicai breathed a sigh of relief and almost collapsed on the floor. This job is tiring, more tiring than killing hundreds or thousands of zombies.

The doppelganger still stood motionless like a giant, and the bullet of the wound was taken out, but Yang Yi, a chaotic guy, made the wound even bigger.

On the head of the clone, the wound can almost see the brain inside, which is somewhat scary, and a large amount of black liquid is oozing.

There is nothing Yang can do about it, and he can only rely on the healing ability of the clone.

"It shouldn't make a difference, right?" Yang Yi is not sure, most of the zombies are those who are rotten and do not die, compared to them, the current injuries of the doppelgangers are not even hair, it is simply the same level as scratching a little skin.

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