"Roar!!

The tracker got up and roared furiously, the sound was so loud that Duan Feng felt that his ears couldn't stand it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't block the sound, Duan Feng would definitely be willing not to hear anything at this moment.

"Shet!"

With a gloomy face and an angry curse, Duan Feng kicked at the tracker violently, straight towards the tracker's abdomen.

Duan Feng didn't want to kick the tracker with a single kick, he just wanted to interrupt its roar, otherwise, Duan Feng estimated that he would have to run a little farther to ensure that his ears were okay.

Thankfully, even though the kick was blocked, the tracker wasn't roaring.

"Bang!"

The tracker's massive arm swept across the wall and smashed into the wall, smashing a small crater and crevices spreading across the wall.

Duan Feng had just bent down to dodge a sweep from the tracker, and before he could retreat, the tracker's left hand smashed down from above, threatening to break Duan Feng's waist in one fell swoop.

"Holy!"

Duan Feng was in a hurry, but in the face of the arm that had already been dropped, he could only roll helplessly on the spot, away from the range of the tracker's attack.

If the tracker's strength was not so great, Duan Feng could still use the telekinesis to block it, but the arm that smashed at high speed could not be completely offset even if the telekinesis was smashed.

It's like a motorcycle, just leave it still, and one person can basically push it, but if the motorcycle rushes at you at high speed, who would dare to stop it?

"How do I see you fighting now?" Duan Feng stood up again, sneered, and used his telekinesis to directly lift the tracker into the air.

The tracker was held up in the air, with nowhere to draw on his strength, and his strength was simply powerless.

"Roar! Roar! ”

Trackers also know they're at a disadvantage right now.

"Roar! Wail in pain! ”

Duan Feng manipulated the tracker, causing its head to slam against the wall.

"Bang! Boom! ……”

A roar and muffled sound echoed far through the passage, and the slightest tremor made the dust on the floor swing.

Duan Feng manipulated the tracker to hit the ground, walls, and ceilings again and again. Every time it landed on the ground, when the tracker remembered it, Duan Feng would let it stay in the air and continue to impact.

The metal passage was surrounded by large and small potholes, some of which were as small as the tracker's fist, and the largest one was the tracker's entire body smashed into the wall and sunken.

The tracker was covered in wounds, his fur coat was in tatters, and his strong recovery ability could no longer keep up with the frequency of wounds.

And as the tracker's vitality is lost, the ability to recover is also slowly decreasing.

"I see if you can fix it."

Duan Feng threw down the tracker and instead manipulated a metal plate that had been shattered.

"Whew!"

A sharp piece of metal plunged through the tracker's eye, piercing his eye and squeezing it into its head at a slow pace.

"Roar!!"

The tracker lay on the ground, roaring wildly, and raised his hand to pull out the metal plate stuck in his eye.

Duan Feng wouldn't let it pull out the metal plate like this.

Telekinesis pressed directly into its hand, and proceeded to control the metal plate deep into the tracker's head.

"Final blow!"

Duan Feng ejected on the spot, rushing directly from the air towards the tracker, carrying a huge amount of power, and kicked on the metal plate.

"Whew!"

The metal plate received the kick, which pierced directly through the stalker's skull, the tip of which stabbed out of the back of the head, and blood flowed down the metal plate.

The stalker, who was still struggling, stiffened, and then his raised arm slammed limply to the floor.

"How is that possible!?" Cross looked at the stalker who was no longer moving, and then at the death displayed on the device, with a look of disbelief.

The biochemical weapons they were proud of were just taken out, and the attack didn't even hit the man, and the other party killed them a few times.

Is the tracker too weak or the opponent too strong?

"Director Cross, that guy is approaching here, what are we going to do?" The anxious voices of his subordinates interrupted Cross's confusion.

However, even if Cross came to his senses, he didn't know what to do.

Although the Paris branch has researched the T-virus, the only tracker created is the one killed by Duan Feng.

Security and defense in peacetime rely on the security forces, so how can we predict the current situation?

If Resident Evil breaks out for a long time, maybe they will find a way to strengthen the base's defenses and create a few more trackers.

But now it has only been a day since the outbreak of the zombie crisis, and before that, it was a peaceful and prosperous era, and the defense force was seriously insufficient.

Just when Cross was at a loss, Duan Feng had already arrived outside the technical department.

"Bang!"

A few feet kicked the metal gate, and Duan Feng Shi Ran entered the technical department.

Ten minutes later, more than a dozen high-ranking Parisian branches, including Cross, died, not from bloody headshots, of course, but from bullets to the heart.

As for the technicians, Duan Feng didn't kill them, nor did he let them leave. Even if they let them leave, they won't leave, the outside is already a world of zombies, and the inside of the base is still safe.

Now, the Paris branch is considered to be in the palm of Duan Feng's hand, and the base is now Duan Feng's final say, and no one dares to object.

In total, there were more than 600 people in the entire Paris branch, and about 500 remained, excluding the dead dozen high-ranking and nearly 100 security force soldiers. Among them, there are more than 200 researchers, more than 100 soldiers of the security forces, and more than 100 technicians of various types.

And the remaining five hundred or so people, Duan Feng plans to pack them all up and take them back.

In a particularly large room, all five hundred and seven people from the entire base were gathered.

And Duan Feng stood at the front, facing them. Everyone looked at him, and there was a faint fear in their eyes, because almost everyone knew that Duan Feng had killed the tracker alone.

"Guys, I think you all know what's going on out there, right?" Duan Feng looked at everyone calmly and said lightly.

Everyone nodded subconsciously, and the world changed dramatically, Resident Evil, and the zombie frenzy swept the world. They are all well aware.

And the reason why the umbrella did not block the news is also because even if these people know about it, they can't do anything, except for honestly staying inside the base, they can't go anywhere.

"At this time, the global biochemical crisis, the T-virus you developed has created billions of cannibalistic zombies, and the whole world is an infected area."

"Going out is basically a dead end, if there is no change, from now on, until the future, you will always hide in this underground, never be able to breathe the air on the ground, all good things will cease to exist, and the dark day will eventually be your destination."

Everyone's faces were ugly, and they couldn't deny it, because what Duan Feng said was the truth, and they would never be able to leave the underground base again, unless they wanted to be eaten by zombies.

And some of their families are still on the ground, their lives and deaths are uncertain, and they are powerless to save them.