"Uncle, just say what you want to do, don't look at me like this, I'm afraid." Zhang Hao laughed dryly, a little hairy by the old guy's strange gaze.

Zhang Juzheng chuckled: "Don't be afraid, look at these." ”

A few pieces of white paper on the ground that had been trampled on were picked up by the old man from the ground, spit on the crumpled paper ball in his hand, and handed it to Zhang Hao with a smile.

Looking at the black footprints on the white paper, Zhang Hao frowned slightly, but he still took it, with dense symbols written on it, as well as countless professional terms.

After reading it, Zhang Hao handed it to Su Yin on the side, and then asked: "Old guy, don't tell me that the ghost thing written on it is for people to see." ”

The smile on Zhang Juzheng's face immediately froze, and he never thought that Zhang Hao didn't understand it at all after watching it for a long time.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll translate it for you."

The old man's fingers flew on the keyboard, and the translated information spat out from the printer on the side.

"Luckily, the ink is military." The old guy picked up the printing paper and smelled it, and threw it to Zhang Hao with great satisfaction.

"He's wiping his nose." Su Yin reminded in a disgusting whisper, and sure enough, there was an extra piece of black nose on the white printing paper, which was very eye-catching.

But now Zhang Hao's eyes are all firmly fixed on the information on the printer paper.

"In the sixty-eighth indoctrination memory experiment, the subject had an inexplicable reaction......"

"The fèn'liè phenomenon occurs in YSS cells, and Subject 2283 dies ......"

……

"Lei Wanjun No. 15, alive, test status ......"

"Barely reaching the state of one percent of the body, the memory is blurred, it is recommended to be listed as a failure product, destroyed!"

"Qin Chao No. 41, alive, test status ......"

"Barely reaching the state of one percent of the body, the memory is blurred, it is recommended to be listed as a failure product, destroyed!"

"Garon 122, alive, test status ......"

"Barely reaching the state of one percent of the body, the memory is blurred, it is recommended to be listed as a failure product, destroyed!"

Lei Wanjun and Qin Chao and Zhang Hao didn't know each other, but the name Garon was flooded in his heart, and even appeared directly in Zhang Hao's mind, and he couldn't forget it.

Draco ASEAN Command Academy Tiankeng, the black warden of 10,000 years ago.

That Warden Garon, who was cursed by countless people!

Clones? Zhang Hao understood.

Cloning was and is forbidden, and of course countries still conduct secret experiments in private, which is uncontrollable.

It's just that for some unknown reason, the experiment ended abruptly, and even an uncontrollable leak occurred, turning the original rich planet into the current Celestial Death Star.

Zhang Hao looked at the person in the third glass trough, and the blonde man lying inside was a Garon clone.

The clone trembled incessantly, its throat gurgled, its muscles bulged, its eyes opened like beasts, and it had a ferocity that could not be concealed, which was terrifying!

Zhang Juzheng smiled wryly: "Are you ready?" ”

After saying this, the old man had already jumped to the corner of the laboratory with great speed, and looked cautiously at the glass coffin placed in the center.

Zhang Hao suddenly felt a little chill in his back, as if walking in a cemetery in the middle of the night, with a creepy feeling.

Su Yin pointed to the glass coffin beside Zhang Hao, the clone marked with Lei Wanjun had opened his eyes, his face was a little abnormally pale, and he was gasping for breath, and the nutrient solution in the glass coffin was gurgling.

Su Yin saw the old guy hiding obscenely, quietly beckoned to her, motioned for her to hide too, thought for a while, and walked to another corner, clasping his hands in front of his chest, looking like he was watching a good show.

"Old fellow." Zhang Hao muttered, but he was also looking forward to fighting with the clones.

Lei Wanjun casually ripped off the tube inserted in his body, the coffin lid popped open automatically, he sat up, turned his head and looked around, with an indescribable majesty in his confused eyes.

Lei Wanjun's boxy face, his eyes are like a lion on the grassland, his body is burly, he stands up to two meters seven or eight, half a body taller than Zhang Hao, looking down at him.

"Rebels?" Lei Wanjun had a gloomy face, "Are those guards dead, and they let you break into here." ”

Lei Wanjun strode out of the glass coffin, and his palm naturally buckled to Zhang Hao's shoulder.

Seemingly a random button, Zhang Hao actually had a feeling that he couldn't dodge, and even had a feeling of being crushed, which was extremely terrifying.

"Heaven and earth cast!"

Lei Wanjun, the clone, attacked when he came up, Zhang Hao sneered, dodged it, and his hands were already pressed on his shoulders, and he directly launched his martial arts.

Bang!

Zhang Hao's hands seemed to be pressed on a tree with deep roots, and the thick arm emitted a force that was even more terrifying than himself, and he slapped Zhang Hao's hands away, and his right leg swept up directly and kicked Zhang Hao's chest fiercely.

This time it was like a rehearsal thousands of times, extremely skilled, Zhang Hao's body flew out, but before he fell to the ground, Lei Wanjun's body squatted slightly, like a predatory lion, and suddenly jumped to the ground where Zhang Hao was about to fall, grabbed Zhang Hao's body with one hand, picked it up and smashed it on the table.

The aluminum alloy table creaked and fell apart, and Zhang Hao's back hurt hotly, but he instinctively rolled to the side and stood up immediately.

"Rebels, all die!" Lei Wanjun strode towards Zhang Hao, not ready to let go of this outsider.

"Old man, I'm your uncle, I was killed by you." Zhang Hao scolded loudly.

The old man laughed and whispered, "Lei Wanjun is the first general of the Burning Sun Empire, you should be proud that you can fight with his clone." ”

"It's just one percent of the power, don't tell you that you can't beat it like this."

Zhang Hao was beaten back again and again, and he didn't even have a chance to speak, if it weren't for the fact that the clone had just woken up and couldn't perfectly control his body, Zhang Hao would probably be lying on the ground by now.

Su Yin was surprised in her heart, she remembered that Lei Wanjun was the military god of the Lieyang Empire, and he had organized tens of thousands of battles of all sizes, but he had never been defeated, until the Lieyang Empire was conquered by the Alliance Army, and this terrible soldier disappeared.

There is a legend that Lei Wanjun was killed by the three great martial gods of the alliance in the Burning Sun Fortress, and his body still stands behind his death, which is awe-inspiring. It is also said that Lei Wanjun was trapped in the Sun Fortress by the Alliance, and had to surrender for the sake of his sergeants, and was imprisoned in the Alliance.

No matter what kind of legend, this Lei Wanjun is a famous powerhouse, even if it is one percent of his strength, it is not something that a small martial artist can compete with.

"Zhang Hao, I'll help you." Su Yin jumped out and kicked Lei Wanjun from behind.

Without waiting for Zhang Hao to remind him, Lei Wanjun had already turned around, grabbed Su Yin's show leg with one hand, flew out directly, smashed on the wall, bounced on the ground, and fell unconscious.

The old man's black hands immediately covered his eyes, and when he saw that Zhang Hao didn't notice him, he slowly put it down.

muttered: "This clone should only have the strength of the Martial Sect level, how can it be so powerful, could it be that there has been a change in the past ten thousand years?" ”

Zhang Juzheng's eyes were a little scattered, and he couldn't help but glance at the other two glass coffins several times, and slowly moved towards the door.

Zhang Hao saw the old man's obscene movements, and shouted angrily: "Old guy, I don't believe that without the two of us, you can get out of here alive." ”

The old man shrunk his neck and said sharply, "You can't even beat a clone, I really misjudged you." ”

Zhang Hao stopped talking, but his heart was full of admiration for this Lei Wanjun, but the cloned one percent of the power was so powerful, and the body didn't know how powerful it would be.

However, Zhang Hao is not afraid, full of fighting spirit, fused with the dragon elephant of the seven beasts, exuding surging power, and the power cycle is endless, like a fierce beast, zhèn'yā gods.

Grabbing a pause in Lei Wanjun's attack, Zhang Hao launched a fierce attack and slammed into the opponent's arms, as if he had hit a rock, and his whole body hurt, but his right hand had already cracked the sky.

A tyrannical phantom of a mountain ape appeared on its fist, its mouth wide open, revealing its sharp fangs, and pounced on the opponent.

The last form of the Eight Desolations, Zhang Hao has been able to launch it perfectly, and it is this opportunity that he has been waiting for for so long.

With the momentum of predatoring and predatory, there is an incomparably bloody taste, and a huge hole is punched in the clone.

Won, Zhang Hao gasped, there was no excitement after the victory in his eyes, but with respect, if this clone was given time to familiarize himself with his body, even if it was only an hour or two, he would definitely not win.

Lei Wanjun's clone used nothing more than a simple military body fist, but it evolved the military body fist into an instinct, turning decay into magic, and every punch and kick carried boundless power.

Lei Wanjun shook his body, looked at Zhang Hao angrily, and roared in a deep voice: "Rebels, damn it!" ”

Burst! Lei Wanjun spit blood out of his mouth, confusion flashed in his eyes, his body twitched unconsciously, and it fell apart with a bang.

"What's going on?" Zhang Hao looked at the suddenly split clone and asked back.

Zhang Juzheng said proudly: "What else can it be, after all, the body of the clone is just an ordinary martial artist, and it can't withstand external power and spiritual power, so it will naturally be like an inflated balloon, which will burst when touched." ”

As he spoke, the old man quickly ran to the shattered corpse, and there was a squeezed toolbox in his hand, and when he opened it, there were pliers, scissors, and screwdrivers piled up inside, and he took out a small knife familiarly, and began to decompose along the clone's scalp with some horror.

"What are you going to do?" Zhang Hao's face sank, and he was already angry.

The old man's palms trembled in fright, and he hurriedly smiled flatteringly: "A clone is not a normal person, he has a chip in his head, this is a good thing, and it can definitely be sold for a lot of money." ”

Although Zhang Hao didn't know anything about clones, he also knew that this chip must be the key to making clones, and there must be a spiritual fragment of Lei Wanjun in it, otherwise he couldn't forget the rebels.

Zhang Juzheng saw that Zhang Hao didn't speak, increased his speed, and dug out a chip the size of a fingernail, wiped it on his body casually, and put it in his big pants.

"Eighty, this is my card number."

The old man screamed angrily: "Impossible, at most one percent, and this is still for the sake of my eyes." ”

Zhang Hao sneered: "Without me, can you kill this guy?" Seventy percent, no less. ”

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