"Die, die, die!"

Browning in No. 65 had already emptied the magazine, but he still pulled the trigger hard, as if the bullet in the pistol had torn the scarred corpse to pieces. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Because of the poor performance in the past few days, No. 65 is unusually weak, and the guy he formed a team is also a weak person who can't eat, so their pair has become the prey of many powerful groups, and the day's rush has not only made No. 65 lose his companions, but more importantly, the nearly thirty bullets he brought on his body have been exhausted, thinking that there are still two days of killing games, No. 65 is almost desperate.

So when he fled in embarrassment and found the marks, he didn't hesitate to pull the trigger, he hated the newcomer in front of him, this young man who had just joined the camp actually got food on the first day, jealousy and hatred burned the mind of No. 65 like a flame.

Throwing away the pistol with empty magazines, No. 65's hideous face was distorted. He drew the dagger he had with him, and then pounced like a mad dog, he wanted to cut the body of the scar open, and human flesh could be eaten!

"Zheng!"

The dagger stabbed firmly into the back of the scar, but the next moment No. 65's face changed, because of the harsh sound of metal clashing, he realized that the dirt-stained skin was actually shining with metal. No. 65 was stunned, but just as he was stunned, the big silver-white hand had already grabbed his head and slammed it on the ground.

"Boom!"

With a dull sound, Number 65 swallowed a scream into his stomach, his mouth and nose were full of pungent rotting dirt, and he even felt like his scalp was going to be torn off.

He grabbed No. 65's head again, and then smashed it to the ground again, and the huge force finally made the opponent faint. Scar sat on the ground, the silvery-white metallic skin on his body finally fading.

If it weren't for the bullet that hit him on the 65th, which pulled Scar's consciousness back into his body, Scar believed that he would definitely become a slave to the metal of life, a puppet that was neither human nor ghostly.

At the moment when the life energy was exhausted, Scar finally deciphered the code of his ability, but he also fell into a cold and tyrannical mood, even if the No. 65 bullet was delayed, Scar would be reduced to a killing machine, completely losing his consciousness and humanity.

"I really owe it to thank you!"

Stripping off the other party's clothes and tying up Number 65, Scar didn't intend to kill him, he needed this guy to be his bait.

"Man of Steel!"

A smile appeared on Scar's face, he had fully deciphered the ability code, and the ability he had gained was called the Iron Body.

Strictly speaking, Scar's body has been detached from the realm of human beings, and in the explosion, his body has been completely destroyed, and his current body is made entirely of a special metal. He didn't know the specific name of the metal, he just knew that it was definitely not something that humans had researched, and perhaps the secret passage in the big room where he once lived was once a secret research base.

With the marks of the body of steel, he can manipulate metal, and the metal that makes up his body also has a powerful ability to devour and decompose, but any metal object touched by the mark will be absorbed, and its power will be simulated, and combined with the body of steel to form a new weapon.

For example, the thermal grenade absorbed by the mark directly derives the thermal energy sight ability of the trace. The M60, which was absorbed by the marks, became a firearm with automatic aiming ability.

Traces discovered that the Iron Body's abilities had transformed the inside of his body into a sophisticated instrument.

Seeing that he had regained his human form again, he couldn't help but let out a wry smile: "It doesn't matter, as long as you can live, as long as you can become stronger, as long as you can rescue the little guy, it doesn't matter what you become." ”

Scar clenched his fists hard, and in the darkness, a low roar spread farther and farther through the huge steel jungle like an awakened beast!

The next morning, the gunfire began to intensify from early morning. The three teenagers who followed around 1 began to act alone. The guy who looked like the Black Tower was No. 7 and entered training camp at almost the same time as No. 1. He is recognized among the teenagers, the strongest under No. 1. It also gave the number 7 enough confidence that he would need to get enough prey and then gain an advantage in the action two days later. Although on the surface he surrenders to No. 1, but secretly inside No. 7 regards the other party as his imaginary enemy, he needs to become stronger, and he also wants to be the number one fighter in Leslie's hands.

The No. 7 has been around the perimeter of danger, and he believes there will be plenty of opponents hiding in the area. He's lucky, he's already taken out a duo and harvested a pair of bloody chips.

As 7 was pondering which direction to move, his eyes were firmly intrigued. Not far away, the naked 65 was hanging from the metal branches of the steel spire, apparently unconscious.

"Interesting!"

No. 7 naturally knew that this was a trap, but so what, the duo who were killed by themselves also set a trap, and the final result was that they cut off their necks, and victory only belonged to the strong.

"Bang!"

The crisp gunshot broke the rag wrapped around No. 65, and the body of the other party's **** fell to the ground.

"Come out, who can be deceived by such a little trick?" Although No. 7 said so, his entire body was already hidden behind the steel spire, although he believed that he was strong, but his body couldn't carry the bullet after all, so he also had to prevent the other party from shooting black guns.

"Get out of here!" Trace's voice trembled, and he pretended to be panicked and shouted, "Get out of here, or I'm going to shoot." In order to lower the other party's vigilance, Scar even fired two shots indiscriminately, and such a clear gunfire completely exposed the location of Scar, No. 7 smirked and pounced on his waist. His movements were extremely fast, and his powerful body was like an angry black bear, and he rushed to the place where Scar was hiding almost in the blink of an eye.

"Die!"

No. 7 used a machete, the blade was fifty centimeters, and with his tall stature, he had a fierce style, but when he came to the place where the gunfire was fired, he was stunned, because there was still someone somewhere.

Seven's face changed dramatically, and he pressed his body against the steel spire, then lowered his body and stared sharply around.

"I'm here!"

No. 7 looked up suddenly, and saw the face of the mark appear, and just as he wanted to dodge, he felt a pain in his back, and the silver-white dagger had already passed through his chest.

"You!"

Looking at the marks on his body immersed in the steel pinnacle, Number 7 was about to say something, but the second dagger had already slit his throat, and the corpse fell to the ground......