The black man looked back, Zhang Bin walked out of the darkness with a grenade launcher in his hand, looked at Zhang Bin wearing body armor and holding a heavy weapon, the man looked up and down with his mouth long and then smiled and said:

"My name is LJ, what's your name? The guy in his hand is very stylish. ”

Zhang Bin's ears moved, and he felt a trace of pressure coming from not far away, he frowned, looked at LJ, and said in a deep voice:

"You hurry in and let everyone inside hide, there's something scary."

LJ was just an ordinary person, as soon as he heard that there was danger, he hurriedly ran towards the theater, Zhang Bin looked up at the sniper at the signboard on the gatehouse of the theater and said loudly:

"You'd better hide, too, it's not something you can deal with."

"Who are you? Why should I listen to you? The sniper sneered.

If you don't listen, forget it, Zhang Bin is here mainly because there is a large group of special tactics and rescue special service forces, these people can be regarded as special operations elites, otherwise he wouldn't have the energy to wander around here.

"Knock Knock"

A heavy footstep approached in the dim light in front of the theater, and the sniper saw through the scope a tower-like monster of two meters tall and two or three tall, carrying a modified six-barrel minigun in his left hand and a five-shot rocket launcher in his right.

The monster's bald and ugly face, half of his face was even more hideous with centipede-like stitch marks, and a pair of gray eyes were full of dead silence and indifference, and when he walked twenty meters away from the theater, a pair of eyes began to scan the surrounding environment.

Six or seven people were busy in a tent in the center of the town hall less than a kilometer away, dozens of computers showing different images, and a bespectacled white man, Kane, was looking at one of the videos, flashing strange numbers and a frame.

In the picture is the front of the theater, all the angles of movement are exactly the same as the direction of the monster, the man frowned at Zhang Bin in the picture and the sniper at the billboard and whispered to the woman operating the computer:

"Modify the mission to kill enemies with more than 10 dangers."

"Click-Click"

A group of data on the computer screen changed under the woman's input, and at the same time, Zhang Bin's voice came from the red queen's ear:

"Intercepting a digital command, is it necessary to interfere."

Zhang Bin was secretly happy when he heard this, but before he could give the order, the tall monster let out a low roar as soon as it opened its mouth with its teeth exposed, and the revolver machine gun in his left hand began to roar under the drive of the electric motor.

"Guys upstairs, hide."

Zhang Bin pulled his legs like a wild run, he didn't run to the theater just didn't want the people inside to be killed like the original plot, with his roar, the machine gun on the monster's left hand began to burst out of continuous bullets and chased after him.

The monster is Matt, and he is also a tracker of one of the strongest biochemical weapons at this stage, in addition to his own perceptual power and speed, this tracker also has a strong recovery ability, plus a monitor installed on the eye, he is not so easy to deal with with with powerful firepower.

Zhang Bin ran wildly to avoid bullets while looking for cover, saw a step not far away, he rushed down, listening to the bullets that were still constantly strafing, he quickly rushed to the side of the guardrail, the grenade launcher in his hand aimed at the tracker and pulled the trigger.

"Poof."

The grenade flew away, and the tracer saw the grenade tracer sweep through the countless bullets as soon as he lifted the bullet in his hand.

"Bang."

The first grenade was exploded in the air by a bullet, and Zhang Bin pulled the trigger continuously while half-crouching, and in a burst of pops, a series of five grenades quickly fired from the muzzle of the gun to the tracker standing in place.

The tracker is a biological weapon, and everything input is combat instinct, seeing the dense grenades flying, this guy threw out the revolver with a shake of his hand, and his body jerked forward to a few meters away.

The grenade flew over and blew up a nearby car, but Zhang Bin continued to shoot the remaining six grenades at the tracker who had just gotten up and rushed towards him at high speed, and then he pulled out the pistol as soon as he retracted the launcher and began to shoot.

Once again, the tracker dodged the grenade, but he couldn't avoid the burst of Zhang's super pistol, and when the first powerful bullet hit the tracker's chest, the tracker continued to run forward with his right hand blocking his head.

"Bang Bang Bang"

A shuttle of bullets all hit the tracker, and the heavy pistol that can kill an elephant with this shot has opened countless holes in the tracker's body, but it has not seriously injured him, which shows how strong the tracker's own defense and resistance to attack are.

Zhang Bin originally wanted to aim at his head and shoot, but unfortunately the tracker's reaction was not much different from him, no matter how he shot, at most he could only hit in those places that could not threaten the tracker's safety.

"It's so strong."

Zhang Bin thrust the empty dot 44 pistol into his waist, pulled out a two-foot long knife and hedged away with the tracker.

"Roar."

As soon as the tracker threw the bazooka in his hand, a huge fist struck Zhang Bin's head, and Zhang Bin's body passed under the tracker's armpit, and he heard the loud sound of the cement railing behind him being knocked down by the tracker's punch.

Zhang Bin returned his hand and slashed directly at the shoulder of the tracker, and the huge force of 1,000 kilograms and the sharp long knife cut into the opponent's shoulder half a foot deep.

"Whew"

The tracker roared angrily, grabbed the long knife that had slashed into his shoulder with his left hand and pulled it out, Zhang Bin pressed down hard, but the blade was still lifted inch by inch.

"The strength is stronger than me, and the recovery ability is against the sky."

Seeing that layers of sticky things appeared at the wound of the tracker when the blade of the knife left the tracker to recover the wound, Zhang Bin couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, he raised his foot and kicked it violently on the tracker's vest, and as soon as he used his hand, he pulled out the long knife and flew more than five meters away and fell to the ground.

"Roar"

The tracker kept screaming and turned around, the palm and shoulder that had just been cut by the long knife had quickly recovered, and at the surveillance office in the municipal square, the bespectacled man Kane whispered:

"Who is this man? He was able to injure him. ”

The woman in charge of analyzing the data whispered:

"There is no information about this person in the database, but he looks like a Chinese, is it a kung fu?"

"Kung Fu? So powerful. Kane was stunned.

"Maybe," the woman shook her head and smiled bitterly.

The tracker roared and swung his iron fist to pounce again, Zhang Bin's body jumped more than three meters in the air and kicked down on the top of the tracker's head, and the powerful force kicked the tracker back two steps, but he grabbed Zhang Bin's ankle with a wave of his hand and threw it out.

Zhang Bin's body flipped outward rapidly, but his eyes were surprisingly calm and twisted his body, and after flying out of seven or eight meters, he stood firmly on the ground with a somersault.