Mr. Zhou's footsteps were slow and steady, in stark contrast to the chaotic scenes around him.

He was wearing the same formal dress as usual, and there was no trace of protective equipment on his body.

The descendants of slaves who had been domesticated by the Zhou family for a long time gathered around the sides of the gangway that Zhou Congrong slowly descended, looking at their masters with the eyes of the gods. Like a ghost in the Infernal Hell, a noble and immaculate angel on pilgrimage...

This is undoubtedly a highly ironic picture.

Because the object of these children's support is the one who inflicts infinite suffering on them!

Once this is understood, the mystery of the slightest religious overtones will immediately become worthless... Even anyone with a conscience should be angry and disgusted when he sees such a scene!

Fortunately, the worm-shaped mutant that was corrupted by the power of the evil god did not mean to be accustomed to Zhou Congrong at all.

It seems to have received news that the First Republic is coming here!

As a result, the huge generator was immediately immersed in the excitement of the milk swallow returning to the nest, and became extremely excited!

The noise of the friction between the poles and the stator became louder, and the three pairs of "iron feet" at the bottom of the abutment, which were used to maintain balance, danced continuously.

Such a violent movement disrupted the balance of the main structure, and immediately caused the generator of more than 2,000 tons to tilt seriously!

The cables that had been attached to the worm's skin were torn off in the process, and the entire densely woven cobweb burst into dazzling fire.

And one of the broken cables directly broke away from the surface of the spider web after rebounding, and with the sound of whistling wind, it happened to crash into the gangway at Zhou Congrong's feet!

The violent collision caused the screws that fixed the steps on the inside to fall out of place, and the bent and deformed pedals caused Mr. Zhou to step on the air, and the whole person immediately rolled down from a height of more than three meters from the ground in a daze.

The delicate dress was cut out several times during this period, and the neat back that was usually taken care of became a mess...

Blood was pouring from his broken forehead, and his injured ankle was rapidly bulging.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Congrong, who was still like a holy elephant before, fell directly from the clouds into the mud.

After stripping away all the gold, the magistrate had no aristocratic spirit at all, except for the chrome cane he held in his hand, which was still as clean as new when he first saw it.

Zhou Congrong endured the severe pain in his body and the shame in his heart, gritted his teeth and unscrewed the grip at the top of his palm.

Inside the hemispherical container is a tiny iron bolt embedded in the body of the staff!

…

The race for underground power plants has heated up.

In contrast, the Grand Duel Arena was almost one-sided due to Miss Zhao's appearance.

Unlike Lu who is still just getting started...

Not to mention that Zhao Manyun's polishing of the "Heroic Spirit" path is almost perfect, the deterrent effect brought by just picking out the identity of the cadres of the Self-Rescue Association is enough to silence the slave owners with ghosts on the scene!

After all, whether it is the city committee or the so-called magistrate, these district leaders may be able to complain a few times about the existence of the self-help association on weekdays.

But when this behemoth who manages the affairs of the entire central district really turns his attention to them, most people's first reaction is nervousness and fear...

- At the Wasteland table, the two sides are not the same big players in the first place.

In the face of unarmed ordinary people, these slave owners, who ignore the constraints of law and morality and wantonly exploit the labor force at the bottom, only feel that the so-called public order and good customs are just garbage discarded by them.

But as the more powerful powers stepped into the struggle, they experienced first-hand the problems of abandoning order.

Without the so-called moral oversight, the survival game that follows the law of the jungle will become extremely cruel!

The exchange of identities between hunters and prey is only a fleeting moment.

… Of course, in the face of life and death, there will naturally be no shortage of desperate fanatics.

Although Miss Zhao's identity shocked the minions in the Grand Duel Arena, Hisun Pharmaceutical could not give in as easily as these local snakes!

As a large illegal enterprise active in the gray area, although they also dare not start a large-scale conflict with the self-help association, the fighting between the two has almost never stopped.

The Hisun employees who were implanted with steel seals in their brains would not flinch at all because of the restrictions on their berets, and they would not be deterred by Miss Zhao's operation of grinding grenades.

On the contrary, in the face of the company's enemies, these madmen immediately chose to fight back!

——The three condescending firepower points are the first to attack!

Two automated weapons with a sniper rifle.

The staggered firepower of the three sides immediately set off a storm in the middle of the cross-shaped stone platform!

If it weren't for Miss Zhao, who was at the intersection of firepower, even if she urged the black ice and erected thick ice walls around the slave owners, I was afraid that this group of scum would immediately lose their breath under the cover of such dense firepower.

But reality is that there are no ifs.

Since the pouring bullets have not yielded results, it is naturally impossible for Zhao Manyun's side to be beaten passively.

Her skin was clear and pale again, only this time she didn't pull out the broken sword again.

Under the violent fluctuations of divine power, Miss Zhao's entire body appeared illusory!

In this state, she seems to have really become a ghost, with no entities to capture, and naturally she is not afraid of bullets and guns.

The Hisun employees didn't even have time to raise their guns to aim, but when they saw Miss Zhao's figure blurred slightly, they directly turned into a white practice and sped quickly inside the entire dueling arena!

Although the white shadow is formless and substantial, it does not take the initiative to make lethal movements such as locking the throat and inserting eyes.

But as long as you come into contact with it, it will immediately be like a banshee taking away your soul, and you will immediately grow old and wither, and quickly lose your vitality!

… The heavily armed Hisun employees in the field had no choice but to try to release smoke bombs to reduce the frequency of the opponent's attacks.

However, with only visual interference, how can it be difficult to live with the "versatile" heroic spirit?

In the face of the rising smoke, Zhao Manjun simply closed his eyes and gave up the traditional way of seeking the enemy dominated by vision.

She activated the "Legendary Crystal" of other paths in her body, and at the same time, she hummed her ears slightly, and with just the taste of her heartbeat and blood, she pulled out the figures of those gunmen from the mist!

… However, at the moment when Miss Zhao changed her route and continued the hunting operation, a strange resistance intercepted her sideways and froze her in place!

Zhao Manyun looked down in the direction of the resistance, only to find that there were three strange mechanical props the size of bottle caps at his feet.

They are resisted on their backs by spider-like micro-mechanical bodies, fixed around Miss Zhao's travel route in a regular triangle fashion, and at this moment, they are gradually tightening towards the center under someone's control!

"Hehe... I didn't expect the self-help association's famous 'black ghost' to be by my side these days!

That's a big fish! ”