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At this point, Miao Zhang can be regarded as benevolent and righteous, although at first he had the intention of using everyone to blask in front of the local forces, and later let everyone become cannon fodder, but being able to lead everyone on an outing to complete the task is already enough reward.

5 minutes later, one by one, the light gates appeared out of thin air, and all the chosen ones chose to complete the task, after all, the difficulty of this task, everyone has already seen it, and it is the best choice to choose to quit rationally according to the strength.

When there were no more eyesores around, Miao Zhang commanded his subordinates to surround the entrance of the cave.

Miao Zhang is not satisfied with the less 30%.

Since Miao Zhang chose to continue the mission, Miao Zhang has been thinking about the content of the mission, detecting the information of the gene stealer and finding the gene stealer's nest, which seems very simple, and it seems that finding the nest can complete the task.

But what does it mean to detect genestealers?

Numbers, spread, combat power, population composition, and even obtaining information on the patriarch of the gene stealer.

In the end, Miao Zhang came to the conclusion that if he didn't fight a lot, he couldn't complete the task perfectly.

In fact, as early as the night before yesterday, when Miao Zhang chose to continue the mission, all the arrangements formed a case in Miao Zhang's mind, first of all, to integrate the power of the chosen one to confuse the local forces, after all, dozens of people and hundreds of people are not the same concept.

Then, using the remains of those robots as a stepping stone, with the non-existent international forces and robot manufacturing technology, coerced and tempted the local forces to reach an agreement, and used the local forces to compress the gene stealers into a small range of activities.

It wasn't until yesterday evening that after releasing the aliens, Miao Zhang finally made up the most crucial part of the plan.

Closing his eyes, through telepathy, Miao Zhang gave orders to the nine mimic warriors who were still in the town.

The scary and messy town that was originally silent during the day, under Miao Zhang's order, seemed to come to life all of a sudden.

A roar that resounded through the sky and the earth rose to the sky, and the aliens who didn't know which horn they were hiding in frantically rushed in one direction as if they had been summoned by something.

Huge groups of aliens ran down the streets, clinging to walls, jumping between houses, and the sound of numerous footsteps converged, and the vibrating ground was dusty, and from high in the sky, it seemed to be a huge black wave, with a violent roar, gathered together from all directions.

There are a few thousand people in the town at most, and the black pressure of the aliens gathered at the entrance of the hospital seems to be more than the number of residents in the town.

A low, rhythmic hiss came from inside the eerie hospital building, and the aliens screamed in unison as if they had received an order, and jumped into the sewers one by one.

The tall and spacious sewers of the United States provide 12 points of convenience for the alien of collective action.

The aliens crawled into every inch of the sewers, and along the town's well-developed sewage system, they gradually converged into the only passage leading to the outside of the town.

At the end of the passage, nine mimic warriors transformed into blue monsters, like nine huge light bulbs, stared motionlessly at the alien formations that came in like a tide.

The aliens roared and rushed over, and the momentum of their gathering seemed to destroy all enemies in front of them.

Just as the two sides were about to collide together, it was like waves passing through a reef, and the huge number of alien teams with almost no end in sight ignored the mimic warriors and threw themselves into the dark passage in front of them, which looked like a monster's giant mouth.

At the end of the passage is the sewage treatment plant where Miao Zhang is located.

The picture, which was as clear as day, passed through the eyes of the nine mimic warriors and reached Miao Zhang's mind.

Miao Zhang saw those crazy aliens, saw the sewers full of wastewater, saw the huge man-made hole at the end of the sewers, and saw two very similar races that were colliding and biting fiercely with primitive physical power.

Both sides possess sharp claws, sharp scorpion-like tails; are all terrifying melee killers, sneak attack specialists; All that comes out is corrosive, acidic blood.

The same fearlessness of death, the same madness and thirst for killing, the big hole where the two races compete for the focus of the battle has become a flesh millstone in the blink of an eye.

Stumps and severed arms, flesh and viscera were piled up on the ground, and blood splattered in the dirt, bringing up wisps of green smoke, which gradually seeped into the dirt, and finally turned into a blood-stained muddy ground.

Looking at the stalemate battlefield, Miao Zhang frowned and gave the order.

The mimic warrior, who had been silent and motionless, rushed out like a red-eyed bison.

The aliens in the way were knocked around like garbage, and smashed into the sewer wall in circles.

The nine monsters of the mimic warrior transformation, wrapped in a layer of resilient telekinesis all over their bodies, like a huge blue torch, threw light blue fluorescence all the way, and crashed into the battlefield.

As soon as the glowing mimic warriors entered, they became the focus of the audience, and the low, strange screaming gene stealers, like cats smelling fish, surrounded them with a bang, and their sharp blades and claws grabbed at the mimic warriors from various tricky angles.

The mimic warriors are like mad raging lions, with tentacles all over their backs, constantly waving and twitching in the air.

The dazzling tentacles swung around with tremendous force, and before the gene stealer could get close, they were struck by these thick tentacles.

The gene stealer who was hit by the tentacle lost his life almost immediately, and his body twisted and smashed on the ground, splashing pools of blood, becoming part of the blood quagmire.

The mimic warriors walked nimbly through the battlefield, like a harvester of life, leaving corpses in their wake.

It's just that the gene stealers pouring in from the various cave entrances seem to have no end, relying only on one channel to transport troops, and the number of aliens is obviously at a disadvantage.

The sheer number of gene stealers quickly filled every space where they could stay, and even powerful mimic warriors could not take advantage of the slightest advantage in an environment where there were enemies on all sides.

The genestealers trampled on each other, pushing their bags, and smashed at the mimic warriors like a wall, raining down on the mimic warriors who had no time to react.

A layer of fluctuations visible to the naked eye appeared around the body of the mimic warrior, and under the reflection of the light, it was as if the mimic warrior was covered with a thick layer of transparent liquid on his body, and the whole body appeared in a tide-like fluctuation, becoming unreal.

Although the mimic warriors are powerful, they quickly fall into an extremely passive situation in the face of a huge number of enemies.

Although the shield formed by the telekinetic power can effectively offset the attack of the gene stealer, the consumption is also amazing.

Surrounded by genestealers, mimic warriors with little room to move are as if they have received some orders.

All the mimic warriors erupted at the same time with a powerful shockwave around them, surrounding the mimic warriors, and the gene stealers who seemed to drown the mimic warriors were as if they had been hit by a huge explosion shockwave, booming, and being thrown everywhere in all directions.

Without the obstruction of a large number of gene stealers, the mimic warriors were divided into several people, each with a hole, and blocked it like a wall of flesh and blood.

For a while, the constant influx of gene thieves came to a standstill, like a faucet that turned off a valve to the outlet.