"Ding Lingdang."

A metal baseball bat fell on a quiet street.

"Those demons!"

Not far away, a few men who had fallen to the ground and were only slightly injured exclaimed after looking at the steel monster next to the swordsman that was gradually turning into the same as the steel monsters that were hunting humans outside.

Everyone in this world knows this thing that now rules the planet in place of the humans who once did.

Terminator.

"Run!"

“help！”

The fear of death stimulated the group of people who had been struck down by pain, and this emotion was transmitted like a plague to the faces of every conscious thug.

This is much more useful than hemp-drunk-medicine.

"Your slash deals 600 damage to the T-901 Terminator."

"The T-901 Terminator currently has 300/1920 HP, and the current unit has a structural loss of function."

"The T-901 Terminator has been destroyed."

Didn't kill?

Zhao Qian took a deep breath of the increasingly fishy air under his feet, which made him somewhat unresponsive. There was no such thing as a key on the ground at all. Although the last sentence has been destroyed and reflected clearly enough, it finally makes his face a little cloudy.

The metallic liquid flowing on the ground seemed to indicate something.

Running down the rusty metal sewer pipes by the walls, little by little.

Zhao Qian's side was only left with a black metal-style humanoid lower body, which was more like a sculpture if it weren't for some structures such as metal joints that were gradually revealed.

A work of art that conforms to ergonomics.

"Hidden Story Mission: Experimental Destroyer, you have currently destroyed 2 Skynet Experimental Terminators, and you need to destroy 1 more to complete this story character."

"Milestone: Terminator, you have personally destroyed 4 Terminators of no less than the T-500 model, and you need to destroy 6 more to earn this title."

Helpless.

Zhao Qian looked at these water-like things by the glow of the somewhat dim ash worm fire, and he gave up, especially when the ticket prompt could not be collected.

Pick up the flying ones on the ground. Turning around, he walked towards the thugs who were trying to escape with their wounds covered on the ground not far away.

Speechless.

I watched a white man who had just been punched by himself and fell to the ground get up, clutching his stomach and staggering.

The speed is not fast, but in fact, because the guy was the first to be knocked down and was on the periphery of the battlefield, it was already a little far away, and Zhao pointed out the unsheathed long sword.

The outsider stood still and watched, as if he had given up.

After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, these two non-humans should be tired after fighting to the death for so long.

This self-righteous speculation prompted more people who were far away from Zhao Qian to speed up their escape, and survival was the most important thing now. As for whether the wound will leave any sequelae because of this, they are not concerned.

"Whew!"

There was a gust of wind in the quiet alley, and a corpse stopped those who had been trying to escape.

"Peng!"

The smell of blood aggravated a little more, and Zhao Qian looked indifferently at the man not far away who was nailed to the concrete floor of the gathering place by a sword thrown out by himself.

The guy wasn't dead yet, but his throat was filled with blood, and he could only let out a small scream.

"Get back."

This young tyrant, who was in control of everyone's life and death at this moment, looked at this group of people with ghosts in their hearts, and his words were more like the final verdict.

"He's out of things...... Belch! ”

Tiger, who had just stolen not far away, preached, and his somewhat self-conceived clever words made many of those who had stopped a little moved.

This vain attempt to use someone else's escape to attract Zhao Qian's attention didn't make the three hands of this underground gathering place live for a while, and a flying axe heralded the end of this guy's life.

He died, and before he finished speaking, he was scooped by the handle of the big axe thrown by Zhao Qian.

Some seem too stupid.

Looking at the wounded men around him with satisfaction, Zhao Qian nodded and did not speak.

"I'll just ask a few questions."

This sentence made the expressions of this group of people who were originally hanging in their hearts relax, but the next sentence of this adult made everyone a little hesitant.

"Whoever doesn't answer dies."

Simple yet effective rules.

The atmosphere also became depressing at this time, and everyone did not say anything, for fear that they would say the wrong sentence.

Holding the iron rod that had been used by some of them, Zhao Qian looked at the black man who had just taken the lead, and the uneasiness had already appeared on his face a little.

"Tell me, who sent you?"

"Our boss."

The black man, who was slightly taller than Zhao Qian, cautiously looked at the face of the man in front of him who had his life in his hands, and he reported his name as if he smelled a hint of danger.

"Leon."

Exhaling, he clutched his wounds, trying to maintain the flattering look on his face.

"Second question, who is that guy?"

Zhao Qian asked with the metal half of his mouth, and lit a cigarette on his mouth that he hadn't smoked for a long time, to be honest, he didn't have a big addiction to smoking, and he mainly dealt with those friends and brothers in the interest field.

An expensive item was on his mouth.

A hint of hesitation appeared on the leader's face, and in the next second, the wind sounded and the iron rod smashed into the head of the thug leader who had once made a name for himself in the area.

"The answer is incorrect."

"Boom!"

The skull is harder than you think.

The abuser frowned and looked at the bent iron rod in his hand, but seemed to ignore the fact that a life was coming to an end in his hand and the fear written on the faces of the survivors.

A peculiar smell slowly spread, and some people were scared to pee.

"Milestone: Brutal, you have killed 51 normal people so far, and you need to kill 49 more to earn this title."

"As I said, I'm a fair person."

Spit out the smoke ring, Zhao Qian changed his weapon and said, and hesitated for a while in the next sentence. It made everyone's heart skip a beat.

"Wait, I don't think I said that. I'm sorry, but it's okay. Well, the next one, this friend who pees his pants, you know ......"

"I, I said, I told everything I knew."

The man who had just been kicked by Zhao Qian and broke two ribs replied with a handful of snot and tears, and he attracted everyone's attention.

"That man is the leader of the Esther family's raiding team, and Leon lives at the mouth of Wild Mouse Alley......"

He spoke, his mouth shaking unstoppable, not paying the slightest attention to the dead eyes of his companions around him.

Who knows, having offended or leaked the news of the Esther family in the gathering place, it is only a matter of time before death is done.

"Good."

Zhao Qian stood there and listened quietly, and the words that came out of the mouth of this frightened person seemed to have become the personal biography of this person.

"Tread, step, step."

In the distance, there was a dense sound of footsteps, orderly footsteps in the quiet alley.

A lot of people are rushing this way.

"You get quest two: Desert Alien."