Just as the two intertwined, Brandon's stout mutated right arm was lightning fast and unleashed a "true. With a handful of handfuls, he pinched Hank, who couldn't dodge, in his hand and raised it easily, while his newly grown left hand clamped Hank's legs firmly so that he couldn't break free.

(PS: Now Brandon's completely mutated right palm is the size of a fan, pinching Hank's neck and holding it in his hand, lifting it is actually no different from pinching a small "just because"...) ）

Brandon, who was still sprinting forward, stopped suddenly, and the two pitch-black tentacles behind him "banged" twice into the floor to cushion, and finally stopped at the edge of the lifting platform, lowered his head, and opened its blood basin full of fangs and saliva in a large calibre, biting straight at the head of Hank, who was still struggling desperately in his hand.

If he bites the nail on the ground, even if Hank is wearing a tactical helmet made of alloy, he will definitely be killed on the spot!

The sound of a "bang" sniper shot sounded again, and because Brandon had his back to the crowd and his head down, Bertha's aim this time was really limited, and in the end she could only choose to shoot Brandon at the shoulder blade of his right arm that pinched Hank's head.

Although Bertha didn't miss this time, she underestimated the strength of Brandon's mutated body, and the defense of these deep mutated limbs against physical attacks is absolutely perverted!

(PS: Now Brandon has completely mutated the part of the upper body except the skull, and the lower body only retains the part below the knee joint, although the whole face does not seem to have changed much, but at this moment the teeth in its mouth have all turned into fangs, and its eyes are bloodshot, and the throat part has been completely mutated after healing due to the previous sniper rifle "opening the skylight".) ）

When the bullet from the sniper rifle hit Brandon's right shoulder blade, it was blocked by a proliferating bone plate in his body, and did not have a penetrating effect, and the moment the bullet hit, in addition to spilling a large piece of flesh and blood, it left only a hideous wound the size of an adult's fist, and the flesh rolled up, and it was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Glancing at the brand-new bones exposed at Brandon's wound site, Bertha, who knew the structure of the human body well, unconsciously widened her eyes and said secretly in her heart: "Because the mutated muscle tissue on the surface will forcibly squeeze the internal organs, a new set of endoskeletons has grown in the body to stabilize the expanding muscles!" No wonder our bullets hit this dog** (harmony) with less and less effect..."

Under the powerful impact of the bullet, Hank's head was finally saved by the narrows of the hand. Belch.. About two seconds or so...

Although Hank's head escaped for the time being and was not smashed into a rotten watermelon, he was still firmly held in his hands by Brandon at this time, and if he didn't hurry up and find a way to get out of the predicament, the end would still be a dead end, the only thing to be thankful for was that although his body was firmly controlled, his hands could still move freely.

Feeling the gradually increasing grip force coming from his waist and legs, Hank understands that at this moment, he must fight between life and death, and it is simply too late to rely on his teammates to rescue, just like the famous line once said by the villain "Doctor of Rats": "People must rely on themselves!" ”

(PS: At the same time, Brandon was raising his gun in the back to shoot Beltway suddenly stunned for a moment, and then this guy immediately put away the weapon in his hand, turned around, and ran towards somewhere on the edge of the lifting platform like a bull in heat...) ）

Just as Hank was about to use the dagger in his hand to fight with Brandon to break the net, he found that Brandon, who was opening his bloody mouth, suddenly became extremely stiff, and the next moment its head was stiffly folded backwards, and the bones between its neck were also made a tooth-aching "click" crunch because of this sudden violent twist.

At this time, Brandon's head was completely folded behind him, almost ninety degrees to his neck, and a section of the skull vertebrae in the throat that had been forcibly broken was forced out of a very clear outline under its tough, rotten skin, and Hank, who saw it closely, swallowed unconsciously...

Brandon, who was in great pain, finally reluctantly let go of the hand that was holding Brandon's legs, and instead went to hold his head behind him, trying to pick it up again.

Although I don't know exactly what happened, Hank naturally won't miss such a great opportunity.

I saw Hank flip his hands and hold the backhand knife at the same time, and then he raised his arms high and crossed them with all his might, and stabbed them firmly at the tiger's mouth that firmly grasped his giant palm, although the two long daggers forged from high-strength alloy had been slightly deformed, but it did not affect the sharpness of their sharpening of iron like mud!

When the long dagger stabbed into the rotten muscles with difficulty, Brandon let out a terrible howl again, and when he saw that the long dagger was halfway in, Hank's hands holding the dagger handle were staggered again, and as a full thumb fell to the ground, Hank felt that the force from his waist and ribs was instantly reduced a lot.

Just as Hank pulled out his long dagger and was about to score a double goal, he suddenly found that the scenery in his eyes was changing rapidly, and when he came back from his confusion, he found that he had been lying on the ground at some point, and the bones in his whole body seemed to be falling apart.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, Brandon, who was "raising his head to see", suddenly howled, and then slammed Hank to the ground with a "bang", and then he held his head with both hands and buckled it rudely to his neck, even if he took his head back.

After the incident, the goods also twisted left and right twice, making a crisp "click" sound that was enough to make people feel sore...

Brandon turned his head a few times at will, and then glanced down at his right hand, which had lost his thumb, and lifted its tattered leather shoe, and stepped on the head of Hank, who was lying on the ground and was completely incapacitated.

"Bang!" At the critical moment, the sniper rifle successfully saved the scene again, and with previous experience, Bertha aimed at Brandon's unmutated left leg, which was still standing on one foot.

The moment the gunshot rang out, everyone saw that Brandon's left leg and the unmutated limb below the knee flew out in a whirlwind, and due to the imbalance of his body, the stampede that should have hit Hank's head did not hit.

But Hank's danger is not over, because Brandon, who has lost a leg, has not fallen, and the two pitch-black tentacles nailed to the ground behind his back suddenly stretched straight when it was about to fall, supporting its body that was about to fall, and at the same time, Brandon's muscular right arm had been raised to shoulder level, and his elbow had been placed behind him, and his four fingers (claws) were clenched into fists, and he was about to smash down!

Bertha, who was changing bullets, had no time to rescue at this time, and the rest of the people were already poor at the moment, so they could only watch Hank being smashed into meat sauce and were powerless to stop it.

If nothing else, Hank will soon die here.

But...