After making up his mind, Zhao Haoran looked around, quickly set a simple trap on the porch with a steel cable, and then picked up the long knife on the ground from the ground, like an ape, leaning against the wall, and climbed to the ceiling above the corridor quickly and quietly.

Normal weapons can't kill contaminants, but they can still hurt them.

His plan was simple.

The first step is to lead the tentacle monster into a trap and trap it; Step 2; He descended from the sky, cut off the monster's tentacles, and saved Zheng Qingming; The third step is to blow it up; The fourth step is to run away with Minister Zheng before the monster is rescued or resurrected.

In his plan, he didn't have to fight this terrible monster in close quarters, but used traps and tricks against it - frenzied pollutants are usually not very intelligent, so he was quite confident in his plan.

The trap he had set up on the porch was simple, consisting of a few steel cables and some heavy objects, but as soon as the tentacle monster walked in, he could activate the trap to entangle it.

Even if it was only trapped for a few seconds, it would be enough for him to rescue Minister Zheng.

It's closer...... It's closer......

It lifted its feet...... It stepped in...... Well?

The tentacle monster walked up to the improvised trap, stretched out two flexible tentacles, and divided the trap by two.

Is the IQ that high? Zhao Haoran was dumbfounded.

After dismantling the trap casually, the tentacle monster wrapped up another steel cable and pulled it gently.

The cold sweat on Zhao Haoran's head came down all of a sudden.

The tightrope pulled by the monster, the trigger of the trap, was now being pulled by it at one end, and the other end, extending upwards into the hollow ceiling above the hallway, where he was now holding it. Originally, he could trigger a trap and entangle the monster with a single pull on the tightrope, but now it backfired, revealing his location.

It found him!

It found him!

Zhao Haoran gritted his teeth, gave up the idea of luck, held the long knife and the grenade in his hand, and jumped down brazenly - since the first step of the plan failed, it was to directly carry out the second and third steps, save people, and blow it up!

However, his plan failed again.

The man was still in mid-air, and a strong force suddenly came from behind him.

The tentacles on the monster's body instantly opened, swept at an extremely fast speed, and fiercely pulled Zhao Haoran to the ground, making him dizzy and his eyes full of stars.

The fuse grenade was swept away with ease, landing not far away, sending out a cloud of sparks that failed to hurt the monster in the slightest.

Zhao Haoran lay on the ground, struggling to prop himself up, but finally fell weakly, and he was opposite, the tentacle mass spread out, revealing the face of a teenager, looking at him expressionlessly.

And those scarlet, furious tentacles, which grew from the latter's back, were dancing gently above his head at the moment, hideous and terrifying.

Zhao Haoran was cold and desperate.

The monster boy looked at him without any emotion, like he was looking at a corpse that was supposed to die.

Dark, cold, tyrannical.

He had never seen such a look in the most cold-blooded serial murderer or the most dangerous war madman.

As if killing was something as simple as breathing for the other person, it would not cause guilt or excitement about it.

Yes...... These mutant monsters, even if they still retain some human limbs, have long since lost their human feelings.

Zhao Haoran laughed miserably, closed his eyes and waited for death.

Maybe he'll be hanged by those tentacles, maybe he'll be torn to shreds, maybe ......

But left and right, the expected death and suffering did not come.

Zhao Haoran opened his eyes again, only to find that the monster boy seemed to have lost interest in him, and was using his tentacle to carry Zheng Qingming and shake it in front of him.

"The second one." The tentacle said faintly, "Lao Zheng, is it a glorious tradition of your 101st command to backstab reinforcements?" Fish begins to rot from the head? ”

Zheng Qingming: "...... This is a misunderstanding. ”

Zhao Haoran: "...... Yes? ”

"I'm restrained now, really. In the past, you dared to attack me like this, and before I could react myself, you would have become pieces. Now when I deal with you, I have to remember to handle it gently, otherwise if I am not careful, I will crush it. Yanluge sighed, "In this world, it's really difficult to be a good person." ”

The "before" of Yan Luge is his previous life, and his years of lonely escape and wandering have made him develop an unparalleled fighting instinct, instinctively treating all creatures that are not allowed to approach as enemies, and inflicting merciless and cruel blows.

Killed the wrong one? If you kill the wrong one, you will kill the wrong one.

There is no law and morality in that world for a long time, and only survival is the greatest right.

"Wait, wait." Zhao Haoran, who was lying on the ground, coughed up blood and stared at him in surprise, "Are you human?" ”

"Nonsense."

"Then why are you holding our Minister Zheng?"

"You lead this old arm and legs, you let him jump down from the stairs and try it?" As he spoke, Yan Luge rolled Zheng Qingming forward and gently put it forward, "Old Zheng, you explain it yourself." ”

Zheng Qingming: "......"

Zheng Qingming, who had old arms and legs, was rolled up by Yan Luge with his tentacles and handled gently, and suddenly felt that his heart was so tired.

I think he was also a good man back then, and he was not proficient in eighteen kinds of martial arts, even if he had degraded a little in the office in the past few years, he climbed a wall......

Zheng Qingming glanced out the window.

This is the first floor of the lowest floor of the headquarters building.

They had just jumped from the 14th floor.

Well, his old arms and legs are really not good.

Zheng Qingming, who recognized himself, lamented, and quickly explained the identity of Yanluge in three words.

By the time Zhao Haoran got up from the ground, he had already restrained his previous hostility.

"I'm sorry I misunderstood you." Zhao Haoran apologized, looking extremely embarrassed.

Yan Luge glanced at him, and saw that although this person was barely standing up, his arms still had traces of pollution left before, and he still looked like he was coughing up blood, his steps were vague, and he seemed to be about to die suddenly in the next second, so he casually threw "treatment for concussion" and "treatment for lung contusion" on his head, and threw a spiritual power potion over.

Although the extraordinary ability of medical treatment is outstanding in the treatment of ordinary injuries, although it has not yet reached the level of immediate recovery of patients, but for patients like Zhao Haoran who need to be treated overnight, a treatment ability is at least equivalent to the level of "recuperating in bed for half a month after successful rescue".

Therefore, after receiving treatment, Zhao Haoran immediately felt a lot more comfortable.

My head is no longer dizzy, my chest is no longer stuffy, and my blood is no longer coughing.

Moreover, he could clearly feel a vigorous force in his body that was constantly swimming to repair damaged organs.

Maybe one more, no, half an hour, and his wounds will be completely healed.

(End of chapter)