Tianzhou, Haicheng, Headquarters of Command No. 101.

Zheng Qingming pulled the last cable hard.

Just now, he activated the preset defense system, locked the external high-voltage current fence, and cut off the communication network of the headquarters, physically sealing off all external paths, turning this place into an island to prevent the spread of pollution.

After doing all this, Zheng Qingming reflexively shot and blasted a pollutant into meat foam for the seventh time.

The pollutant had been his assistant, but now it had become a blood-skinned monster that only sang the praises of the gods.

His hands, body, and face were covered in blood, both his own and his contaminants.

Contact with the contaminants deepened his mutation once again, causing him to lose his near-human form and his mind to become fanatical, chaotic, and insane.

He reluctantly retains the last shred of reason, like a man in a quagmire, desperately unwilling to sink even if he sees no hope.

Suddenly, Zheng Qingming saw a black flying object tearing through the sky and flying towards him at an extremely fast speed.

Look at the appearance...... It seems to be ...... Missile......

Placement...... It seems to be ...... own direction......

Zheng Qingming was not surprised by this.

Even he felt that in the face of a completely polluted and fallen place, complete purification and destruction was the right choice.

I don't know...... Can it kill contaminants...... Kill yourself...... The kind that kills completely......

Zheng Qingming looked at the sky in amazement, but saw that the missile-like flying object flew with lightning all the way, smashing into the loess in their yard like a meteorite, smashing out a huge soil pit, the front half of which was deeply inserted into the soil, and the back half of the thruster was still sparkling.

Sky! Fall! Correct! Righteousness!

Zheng Qingming was stunned.

What is this? Dud?

On this side, Zheng Qingming was in a daze, and on the other side, Yan Luge, who was dizzy and dizzy, slowly spread out the tentacles that wrapped him, struggled to get up, and threw a series of "treatment of tibia and fibula fractures", "treatment of rib fractures", and "treatment of kidney bleeding" on himself......

"Misty grass, the landing posture of this aircraft is actually a standard bomb dropping mode."

"The tibia and fibula of the right leg were broken, two ribs were broken, the lumbar vertebrae were slightly damaged, and there was bleeding from the internal organs...... Fortunately, I have extraordinary abilities for self-healing and medical treatment, and if I had been replaced by another person, I would have landed in a box long ago. ”

"Hey, the B-class mission is really not to be underestimated......"

The system task in consciousness (the first stage) has been completed, and the new task for the next stage has been refreshed.

System Mission (Phase 2): Saving Lives.

Mission Description: Save the survivors.

Difficulty: Grade D.

Mission time: 10 minutes.

The price required: 200,000 yuan ~ 4 million yuan.

Reward: Some living people.

"Hell, it's even less difficult to save people in a monster horde than it is to land. Is this dungeon an opening kill? ”

Yan Luge gritted his teeth, lifted his intact left foot, and kicked open the twisted hatch.

The fracture in his right leg was still healing and he couldn't land, so he used his two tentacles to bend into an arc similar to a chair to support his body, while the other tentacles temporarily acted as legs and feet, opened the hatch, and climbed out.

This picture fell in Zheng Qingming's eyes, it was a scarlet tentacle monster that had removed the shell of the black missile and crawled out squirming......

This is...... What......

Another ...... Contaminant......?

If Zheng Qingming was in a normal state, he would probably be able to find that this flying object that looked like a missile was not an ordinary missile, and the place that was kicked open by Yan Luge was just an ordinary hatch, but he was now polluted, and pain and faith distorted his mind, making him powerless to think about more things.

Therefore, he subconsciously regarded the inhuman form of the song as a pollutant, but it was different from himself.

Seeing that the scarlet tentacle monster waved its tentacles, turned around, and then quickly climbed up along the outer wall of the headquarters building, Zheng Qingming subconsciously raised his gun, and raised his hand to shoot.

"!!" The exclamation of the song of words and rhythms rang out in the tentacle group.

He was wrapping his body around his phantom limbs, so the bullet hit the scarlet tentacles first, not his body.

The strength of the two-star phantom limb mimiced from Bella is very high, but the essence is still a muscle bundle, and it cannot bounce the bullet, so it can only be stuck after it is fired.

In the next second, the tentacle monster quickly climbed along the outer wall to the floor where Zheng Qingming was, and slapped him on the head and face, directly pulling the latter into the wall.

After the draw, Yan Luge found out that the other party was the one who wanted to be saved. He moved his dancing tentacles slightly and glared at Zheng Qingming: "I came all the way to save you, and your reaction was to give me a shuttle?" It hurts, you know? ”

Zheng Qingming was embedded in the wall, looking at Yan Luge in a daze, and he couldn't react at once, he didn't understand that there would be someone in the tentacle group, but he still recognized Yan Luge's face, as if it was an acquaintance, not an enemy, so he lost the desire to attack.

Yan Luge glanced at Zheng Qingming, a heavy polluter who looked almost inhuman, and looked at his stupid reaction, shook his head, and knew it in his heart.

"Forget it, don't blame you, I guess your brain is about to be corroded." He muttered, approached Zheng Qingming, and without saying a word, first tore up all the pollutants that were in the way nearby, and then pressed Zheng Qingming to the ground with his tentacles, and injected several emerald green spiritual power potions into his temples.

Zheng Qingming's state, it can be seen from the twisted facial features and the curious image of the torn wounds all over his body, it is heavily polluted, and he may not be able to save it if he changes people, so he kills it directly.

Because even if the heavy polluter is rescued, there is a high probability that he will be a mentally twisted monster - just like Asano Kanazawa's daughter who is full of cannibalism.

However, Yan Luge could see that even if he was polluted like this, Zheng Qingming still maintained a weak sense of reason and self - he still knew him, and he knew that monsters were the enemy.

This kind of will, among human beings, can be regarded as outstanding.

After a few spiritual power elixirs, Zheng Qingming's head turned green for a while, and then gradually returned to normal skin color as the spiritual power elixir spread.

A silvery-white spiritual flame ignited on his distorted body.

Zheng Qingming cried out and struggled, but the traces of pollution on his body slowly faded and returned to his human appearance.

In the end, Zheng Qingming, who had finally returned to normal, hissed and gasped, looked up at Yan Luge, and said with difficulty but clearly: "Xie, Xie." ”

He clearly remembered that in order to save him, Yan Luge injected five spiritual power potions into his head.

This is Tianzhou's quota for more than half a month, worth 10 million yuan.

Yan Luge raised his tentacle and tilted his head: "No thanks, you will receive the bill later." ”

Friendship chapter pushes a small seedling ~

(End of chapter)