The hallways were filled with firelight and wailing, and scraps of flesh and blood were scattered like raindrops. Sun Zhan shot like a madman at every target he could move. He didn't care who the other party was, and he didn't care what the consequences would be if he did so, and he didn't care about it, and he aimed and shot with extraordinary precision.

There are no obstacles in the empty corridor. The soldiers in charge of the guards became Sun Zhan's primary target. Since it was inside the base, the guards did not wear large-caliber assault weapons, only 9mm assault rifles. Most of them were first-order and second-order strengtheners, and in front of Sun Zhan, whose strengthened strength was as high as the fourth order, they had no power to fight back at all.

A soldier rushed out of the sideways hidden room and was about to raise his gun to shoot, but was hit in the abdomen by a volley of cannonballs, and the whole person exploded in two on the spot.

The uniformed staff were shocked and fled in all directions. Although they have all been injected with strengthening potions, their military ranks are much lower than Sun Zhan's, and they are not really powerful figures. The biological power generated by the enhancement potion directly triggers the suppressive effect in terms of level. The 30-millimeter shells that came out of the disembowelment whizzed in all directions, causing explosions and flames in the corridors, and large holes were blown open in the walls, and countless cracks spread along the floor and ceiling.

In just a few seconds, the full 16-round chain had been emptied. Sun Zhan flexibly pressed the spare bullet chain socket on his left shoulder, calmly threw away the empty chain groove with temperature, and easily pulled out a 9mm assault rifle from the backpack behind him, with a sneer that was almost frozen on his face, and pointed the muzzle of the gun more than five meters in front of him, a young officer with his left leg broken and crawling through the rubble with difficulty.

It was a major, the second lieutenant under Sun Zhan, and one of the most trusted people.

He was a rather shy young man and the nephew of the director of the Logistics Management Center of the Administrative Headquarters. Sun Zhan values him very much, and he cultivates him as if he is a cronie.

There was no trace of blood on the Major's face, and he lay on the ground covered in blood and rubble, gasping for air. Next to it, there were more than a dozen corpses lying horizontally. They are all acquaintances I have met in this office area. Now, it has become a dead man.

Second-order boosters can dodge bullets by observing their opponents' movements. However, this method does not include situations beyond one's own enhancement level. The Integrated Administrative Headquarters is not a combat unit, and its staff almost never goes to the battlefield. Most of the time, reinforcing abilities are just tricks they use as a game and lifestyle change. For example, in a darts throwing competition, see who throws farther and more accurately? I usually read books faster and memorize more content than before. Or, compete in bed to see whose endurance lasts longer? Who could ⊥ the woman below him let out a more terrible, loud, crazy scream?

Sun Zhan was the only fourth-order enhancer here, and he immediately formed a state of full crushing in the administrative headquarters.

"Don't, don't kill me"

Looking at Sun Zhan, who was approaching him step by step, the young major cried and crawled desperately towards the end of the corridor opposite. He felt that the oxygen in his lungs was running out of oxygen, and the energy was rapidly disappearing with the blood flowing from the wound. Despite this, he still did not stop the movement of his hand, but he looked quite stiff, as if he had damaged Yan zhòng's humanoid puppet.

Sun Zhan casually aimed the muzzle of the gun at the back of the major, and pulled the trigger upwards along the spine of the hip area.

Every time a gun rang out, the major let out a scream that was not like a human voice. He felt that his body was being nailed to the ground, and he didn't understand why Sun Zhan, a kind old man, had become so crazy? The major instinctively wanted to turn over and beg for mercy, but a bullet pierced the back of his head on the spot, his eyes suddenly rolled up, his lips opened wide, and he could no longer make a sound.

There were corpses everywhere, and the inner walls of the collapsed walls revealed scattered wires. The plastic skins of their exterior were burning, sparks on the roofs and walls, burning black trails, "crackling" explosions, and blue flashes of electricity when they collided.

Sun Zhan looked at the corridor that was already empty, and his face was a little pale.

He continued to walk forward, stepping on a broken brick with a crushing sound under his feet. The movements of his hands did not slow down in the slightest, still searching for targets among the rubble and corpses, and with a blank face he refilled the guns of the wounded who were not sure if they were dead.

"Bang---"

Behind him, a heavy steel gate fell from the central passage leading to the adjacent district. Immediately afterwards, three electric control doors tens of centimeters thick quickly closed from both sides, completely sealing the retreat behind Sun Zhan, and the electronic microphone set up on the ceiling also emitted a sharp and piercing alarm sound.

Directly in front of the passage, a large number of heavily armed soldiers appeared. On both sides of this corridor are several confidential departments of the administrative headquarters, and on each side of the 300-meter-long corridor is an armed team responsible for guarding. Attracted by the sirens and gunfire, they turned their black guns at the gray figure in the depths of the hallway, using the door in front of them as a cover.

Explosions and flames triggered fire switches on the ceiling. Tiny splashes of water spread out like a curtain of rain. The dense waterline made Sun Zhan's face blurred, and the guards who heard the news could not distinguish the identity of the other party, so they could only rely on their thinking consciousness to lock on to the target and tilt the firepower fiercely.

More than a dozen assault rifles rang out at the same time, and the dense bullets instantly converged into a violent metal turbulence, and the hail slammed into Sun Zhan's body.

The space in the corridor is limited, the number of guards is overwhelming, and there are almost no dead spots in the dense strafing fire. Although Sun Zhan's strengthened physique was as high as the fourth order, there was not the slightest room to dodge. The only thing he could do was to turn his body sideways, relying on the bulletproof ceramic armor plates on the shoulders and arms of the suit, and rush towards the end of the corridor

The impact force of the 9-mm warhead is enormous, and the ceramic armor pieces cannot withstand a stormy attack. The black enamel surface cracked on the spot, and with the bullet holes as the core, scattered out small cracks like dense spider webs. The soft parts of the Kevlar material barely kept the ceramic fragments intact, but it couldn't stop the warhead that continued to fly to tear Sun Zhan's skin and burrow into his muscles.

His left shoulder was bleeding profusely, and the surface of his combat uniform was in tatters. Sun Zhan didn't care about the rain of bullets that violently tore at his flesh and blood, he leaned and rushed towards the most densely guarded position like a meteor.

In just a few seconds, Sun Zhan had already crossed the corridor more than 100 meters long. He sneered, turned and swung his arms in the air, roared wildly, and slammed his fist into one of the ensigns standing at the front.

The force penetrated the lieutenant's chest on the spot. He looked down and saw an arm that had sunk into his body. Then he raised his head with difficulty and pain, just in time to meet Sun Zhan's incomparably hideous face.

The dying ensign's eyes suddenly widened, and he muttered in disbelief: "Minister Sun, it turned out to be your ......"

Only when he got closer could the second lieutenant see that the attacker turned out to be a general who was usually high. The great contrast and the ideas of the past immediately clashed violently. The second lieutenant couldn't understand and didn't understand what was going on with Sun Zhan? He only knew that this old man, who was usually kind and kind-eyed, and every time he walked past his sentry post, he would smile and raise his hand in salute, actually shattered his heart.

"I'm going to kill you all—"

Sun Zhan was completely immersed in the thrill of killing and blood. His face was covered in blood, his gray hair was stained with blood, and his face, which was only pulled by muscles, made his face look particularly hideous at this moment. Because of the proximity and the speed of the impact, the bullets fired by the guards did not fatally wound him, but made him feel madness in pain like never before.

It turns out that killing people is also a hearty thing. This is completely different from abusing and killing a poor and helpless secretary in the gym, and there is a kind of crushing the corresponding opponent, and the other party completely falls into the disadvantage. Sun Zhan sneered, directly transported a terrifying force unimaginable to ordinary people, threw the dying ensign away from his arm, and then quickly turned the 30mm cannon on his shoulder, as well as the assault rifle held in his right hand, and began to shoot wildly.

The entire corridor was completely overwhelmed by the strong smell of gunpowder, and the glass inlaid in the houses and walls on both sides was shattered. Sun Zhan was like a beast that had tasted blood, chasing every target he could see. In front of him, a guard with only second-order strengthened strength was no match at all. The bullets shot the soldiers in the narrow space, and occasionally a few guards rushed closer, but Sun Zhan directly pulled his fingers into the skull, roaring like a madman, and screwing the entire human head on the spot.

In less than half a minute, a squad of guards was wiped out. Coupled with the staff who were shot by Sun Zhan before, the number of dead has exceeded hundreds.

The entire corridor has turned into hell.

Scattered flesh and severed limbs were scattered everywhere, blood soaking every inch of the floor blank. Soft, tattered entrails hung in the middle of broken reinforced concrete, and the walls were stained an eerie pale red with blood and fire water from the roof. Bullet casings mingled with scrap of meat and bones, and rubble concealed a mess of firearm parts. There were only two smells in the nostrils: blood, and gunsmoke.

Sun Zhan stood between the bloody mud and the flesh, he gasped heavily, and the muscles on his face twitched, like the most ferocious devil in hell.

Although he had been injected with a fourth-order enhancement potion, he was old after all. Age can never compete with time, and the mind can catch the trajectory of a bullet, but it cannot effectively dodge it in a narrow space. If it weren't for the fact that the combat uniform on his body was a special level dedicated to major generals and above, and the bulletproof rate was extremely strong, Sun Zhan would have been seriously injured and dying long ago.

Since Su Hao can't be sent to hell, then the vacant position in hell can only be his own

Neither Yuan Zhicheng nor Zhao Zhikai will lend a helping hand to him. Even they were helpless against Su Hao, and Su Hao's next goal must be himself. Those people in the military department will only stand by and watch, and it is their eternal philosophy to protect oneself, and for a person who is going to die, their favorite thing to do is to watch and smash a few stones.

The siege plan for the new Guiyang base was a complete failure. Although it is not clear why the vehicle machinery breaks down so frequently? Why do soldiers keep having epilepsy? But Sun Zhan understood that he couldn't get rid of Su Hao.

Su Hao.

Su Hao

Su Hao

Sun Zhan roared viciously, picked up a few magazines from the scattered corpses, put them in his pocket, wiped a handful of blood running down his cheeks, cursed the name in his mind that was almost nightmarish to him, and slowly walked towards another corridor.

The Beijing No. 1 base is a large fortress with the strongest defense capability and the best comprehensive performance among all the base cities. Dense traps are set up between the levels and areas, and the number of electronic alerts and various monitoring facilities is as high as 10,000.

The battle at the administrative headquarters immediately attracted the attention of the monitoring center. The nearest guard unit was quickly dispatched to the scene of the incident, and the two mech combat squadrons were working within five minutes, blocking all exits around the area where Sun Zhan was currently located together with the special guards. In order to prevent accidents, the entire level of the administrative headquarters was urgently locked, and as many as four steel gates were closed.

Zhao Zhikai sat on the first seat of the central command room, his face was cold and his eyes were sharp.

When he received the news, he thought that there must be something wrong with his ears. Sun Zhan, who is usually taciturn, would actually burst out and kill people like a madman? I'm afraid this kind of thing can't be explained. Isn't that guy obsessed with seeking power? Isn't it racking your brains to get hold of real power in combat units? Why such a crazy move? Doesn't he understand that by doing so, he will only add to his own personal stain of being verbally attacked by his opponents?

The camera set up at the zenith of the corridor faithfully recorded all of Sun Zhan's movements.

He carried a man-made cannon on his shoulders and an assault rifle in his hand. Sun Zhan was shooting with movements that were almost invisible to the naked eye, and every shaking figure was his target. In order to maximize the destructive effect, all shells fired by the cannon were grenades. The moment it hit the target, it immediately burst into a brilliant fireball, and the energy released by the explosion reached a terrifying and terrifying level in the narrow space. The ground where Sun Zhan walked was a mess, littered with corpses and rubble, and there were clearly clear fist marks on the walls.

He had already left the "H" section of the administrative headquarters and was walking towards the adjacent "A" area.

In front of a closed door, Sun Zhan stopped.

He seemed to have discovered something, held his breath for a moment, and suddenly slammed the door open with his fist. A camera from the side captures exactly what Sun Zhan sees inside the house: a tiny storage room with seven or eight uniformed women huddled in it. Judging by the badges worn on the chest, they should all belong to the electromechanical communication department. They hugged each other, sat on the ground, opened their mouths wide, and stared blankly at Sun Zhan, who was standing at the door, his eyes full of cruelty and fanaticism.

These women are not part of the combat formation, and they have only been injected with first-order enhancement potions. In the midst of the chaos, they instinctively sought refuge in safety, but did not leave before the area gates were closed. In desperation, he could only secretly hide in the storage room, hoping that he would not be discovered here and could escape by luck.

However, it backfired.

Looking at these frightened women, Sun Zhan raised his hand with a cruel smile, twisted the individual machine gun on his left shoulder, set up the gun body, and stretched out another alloy tube from under the improvised gun mount. When the thumb slammed down the control valve, a fiery orange flame also roared out of the mouth of the pipe, shooting straight at the group of women who were shivering.

This individual cannon is a modified special combat model. In addition to the normal shell feeding system, a small flamethrower was additionally included. Of course, the fuel carried was not much, and it could only last up to five minutes of combat consumption. If you remove the artillery firing system, and add a high-capacity fuel back barrel, you can get a completely different combat effect.

As the flames rose into the air, the women were in a mess. They screamed and crowded towards the door of the room, trying to escape, but Sun Zhan forced them back on the spot with a flamethrower. The air was filled with the smell of mushy and fat roasted by high temperatures, and there were terrible shouts. The women struggled powerlessly as they scrambled through the cramped storeroom, banging their heads and bodies against the walls, their faces rapidly deformed and blackened in the flames, and the mass of peeling skin and clothes began to burn. Soon, he lost his ability to move and lay on the ground and no longer moved.

Sun Zhan looked at these women who were burned alive like black charcoal. The skin changes from white to burnt yellow and then to carbonized black, just like a meat barbecue. The only difference is the difference in the appearance and volume of the roast and the woman's body.

Throwing away the depleted fuel injector, Sun Zhan held his breath and approached a woman who had been burned to death. Lifting his foot, he stomped the surface of the black, hot, steaming corpse. Suddenly, heart-palpitating chips burst at the bottom of the boots, and the black brittle skin that had been squeezed and scattered by gravity loosened one after another, revealing pink muscles mixed with a large amount of white steam.

It is a very painful way to die. But Sun Zhan just wanted to do that. He has no grievances with these women, he just wants to torture others to death, only in this way can he feel the hearty pleasure.

Zhao Zhikai and everyone in the command center witnessed this scene with their own eyes. The brutality of the slaughter made people tremble and continue to generate an incomparably strong outrage.

"Why would he do this?"

"I know the women who were killed, they were very young, and they were all administrators in the communications department."

"He has no mercy at all, and he must be killed."

Zhao Zhikai stared at the old figure on the screen with a sharp gaze, and casually clicked on the preset channel of the electronic communicator, and suddenly, a vigorous and powerful voice filled the empty corridor.

"Sun Zhan, I am General Zhao Zhikai, chairman of the military department. I ordered to immediately lay down my arms and surrender to the nearest guard unit. Otherwise, there is no point of killing."