Ya was crawling under an obstacle, and there was a clear sound of footsteps coming from the hallway, and she was getting closer and closer.

She struggled to calm her breathing, her chest heaving violently, but the breath she exhaled was so long that she couldn't even hear the slightest sound when she got closer.

The hand holding the dagger tightened involuntarily, and the cyan veins rose and fell on the arm, a characteristic of the constant accumulation of strength.

Let's go.

As the footsteps approached.

The pistol hammer on his right hand was pressed down.

Thinking about the distance between the two sides, Yamer suddenly kicked her feet hard, and suddenly she jumped out like a light black cat. At the door of the room, two figures were walking over with a smile and a smile, only to see a black shadow rushing out of the door, barely providing any time to react, one of them was slammed against the wall by the oncoming opponent, and before he even had time to let out a muffled snort, he collapsed softly, with a long dagger stuck in his chest.

The other man's reaction was not unpleasant, the rifle in his hand was not effective at all in such a small space, and he swept directly at the end like a burning stick.

Ya curtled his knees and stood up straight, not bothering with the dagger stuck in the corpse, but calmly pulling out the swinging spear with his hand, and at the same time raising his hand to pull the trigger without hesitation.

The muzzle of the gun caught fire against the opponent's forehead, the bullet pierced his brain, and the mercenary's whole body fell back uncontrollably, and then fell to the ground in all directions, bleeding profusely.

The sound of gunfire was like a signal, and the footsteps downstairs suddenly increased.

A group of mercenaries rushed into the corridor at lightning speed, and at this moment a dark shadow disappeared at the end. A barrage of bullets struck me, and the corner wall was devastated.

The mercenaries chased after him, and halfway down the corridor, a sturdy figure silently jumped from the ceiling and landed firmly behind the mercenary at the back, who only had time to turn around in a hurry, and a sharp knife light had already cut his throat, and blood splattered.

Bang - bang - bang -

A short burst of gunfire rang out, and the two groups exchanged fire fiercely in the corridor, although the mercenaries were more numerous, but under the surprise attack, they were caught off guard, and almost three people were killed in one shot.

With a magazine empty and a pistol empty, she dodged into a nearby bedroom, not forgetting to drop a grenade.

The grenade exploded, but nothing was done, but it also stopped the mercenaries from pursuing, and after only a dozen seconds of delay, a group of mercenaries cautiously rushed into the bedroom, only to see that the boxy dilapidated room was empty, only a safety rope was tied to a broken support column.

Someone walked over and looked under the window, and a woman in a black leather suit moved neatly from floor to floor, quickly scurrying into one of the rooms.

The mercenaries gathered around and looked at each other.

After Ya landed, she almost stumbled, she had been on the run for a night, and her physical strength was seriously exhausted, but fortunately, she had received intensive training in the training camp, although she would not collapse, but her limited physical strength could not support her for long.

In order to avoid Ye Suqin's pursuit, Ya almost kept changing places, everyone knew that the best way to deal with snipers was to drag down the opponent in sports warfare, as long as the battlefield was constantly changed, while not forgetting to leave a small and murderous delicate trap, it could effectively contain the opponent.

However, what Ya knew, Ye Suqin also knew.

That's pretty bad.

If you keep changing places, the first trouble you will encounter is that you will encounter all kinds of enemies.

This is the sixth bounty force that Ya has encountered along the way, during which she has killed at least twenty people, but the follow-up pursuers are still coming in a steady stream, like a shark smelling fishy, and they can't be killed.

This left her with little chance to rest, and she could only move repeatedly from various battlefields to seek living space.

Her breathing began to be heavy, her feet were as hard to move as if they had been filled with lead, every cell in her body was protesting, and the tiredness swept over like a tidal wave, Ya bit her lip fiercely, and suppressed the intense exhaustion with pain and strong will.

The footsteps upstairs are still ringing here, and this place is not suitable for a long time.

She turned and entered the fire escape of the cubicle.

.........

Rayco and his party fled desperately through the intricate underground passages.

The events were clearly beyond their comprehension, becoming more bizarre and intricate, and more importantly, the original pride was gone, and there was only horror and bewilderment.

A figure roared past, slamming into the load-bearing wall on the platform that had already peeled off large tiles, bang, the surrounding dust was flying, the figure let out a painful hiss, the whole person slipped off the wall softly, and the moment his feet touched the bottom, he couldn't help but fall to the ground.

A wisp of blood was already flowing from the corner of his mouth, and Eighteen gritted his teeth and forcibly pressed down a large mouthful of blood that rushed up, causing his abdomen to twitch like a twitch.

His eyes were staring at the front, and in the darkness, there was something strange and erratic, and it was slowly coming.

He knew it was a withered leaf butterfly.

This guy who is known for his prodigality and cruelty in the camp, No. 18 also has a slight impression of him, knowing that the other party is a passer-by from the wilderness, and he also knows that the other party is powerful and strong, but this strength, in No. 18's cognition, can only overturn five or six big men with big shoulders and round waists with his bare hands.

Maybe the other party still has a wealth of experience in survival and combat in the wild, but it is only within the scope of human feasibility, and in the impression, it is true that it has not shown out-of-the-ordinary behavior, but now......

Damn, is she a monster?

Eighteen has thought so more than once.

In just a few breaths, most of the wounds in his body had been treated by nanomachines, the tiny wounds on his body had also been stitched up, the bleeding had stopped, he stood up tremblingly, and his two hands were tied to the fast-draw knife sleeve on his trouser legs, and the two long daggers had been pulled out.

Eighteen's eyes have changed from inky to green, which is a sign that dynamic night vision is activated, every capillary in the body is beating wildly, the speed of blood running has increased exponentially, countless nanomachines have quickly reached the designated position with the blood flow, and one by one the loaded body combat modules have been activated.

Strength is improved, agility is improved, vision is improved, and reflexes are improved......

The outer side of the skin is replaced by a fine gray coating, and the neatly arranged nanomachines form a shallow protective film on the periphery of the skin, which is loaded with the resonance and frequency of the magnetic field, constantly emitting resistance waves invisible to the naked eye.

At this moment, even a 5.8 mm rifle bullet could not break through this seemingly thin layer of metal skin. It will be hindered by an invisible force field, as if hitting an invisible wall, the force field will reduce its potential energy, a bullet that loses kinetic energy will not be more powerful than a large marble, and the thin metal skin composed of nanomachines is five times tougher and harder than steel.

Not even afraid of bullets, let alone a fist.

Bang!

Eighteen was sent flying again, crashing headlong into the subway car, shattering the rotten seats. The outer wall of the carriage was smashed in, and the tallest masterpiece of mankind to date was now ravaged by some unknown force.

All common sense seems to be being broken, and horror and panic appear in Eighteen's eyes.

"Extraordinary !!" As a beneficiary of the crystallization of human science and technology, as a handful of people at the top of the company, even though Eighteen did not know much about the other pinnacle technology of human civilization, some knowledge was probably hearsay, and soon the fragmentary information in his mind was combined and a conclusion was drawn.

He bounced almost the moment he hit the ground, and the strange movements of his body beyond the limits of human beings began to move, his upper body did not move, and his lower body moved rapidly.

Suddenly, a black shadow landed where he had just been, and a heavy punch swept the entire outer wall of the carriage away.

"Giggle..... A crisp laugh like a silver bell sounded outside, and the dead leaf butterfly jumped lightly onto the carriage, and through the skylight at the top, she looked at the embarrassed eighteenth inside, and let out a chuckle.

"Dead Leaf Butterfly, do you want to do it?" Eighteen didn't look at her, but stared intently at the vicious avatar in front of him, this avatar had a surging strength and a vigorous body that had never been seen before, and more importantly, it was able to use a variety of human fighting techniques, rather than the wild aggression of a beast as common sense.

"One person can't accept two transformations, and the technology of the "beast" is so extraordinary that it can't load the Valhalla system at all, what is your intention? How can a big man like you have the leisure and elegance to be a little student? Eighteen gritted his teeth and threw a punch at the incarnation that pounced on him.

The two fists collided together and made a violent sonic boom, and the fine hairs on the huge fists stood up, compared to the human fists painted in metal, which looked very thin and thin, but the surging power of the other party seemed to be no less than that of the huge fist of the basin.

"You said you had intentions!" The withered leaf butterfly's good-looking eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and then the corners of her mouth rose, revealing an innocent appearance, but against the backdrop of her bewitching eyes, any innocence was smeared with a thick, indissolvable and breathtaking bewitching appearance, which looked quite nondescript.

"Of course, the intention is unnecessary, but I just think it's fun." She stood up and snapped her fingers.

The avatar in the carriage let out a breathtaking roar. The red light continued to flow on the chest cavity that was already too strong for metamorphosis, and where it passed, the muscles began to stack up irregularly, and there seemed to be an extremely large amount of power circulating up and down the body, and the eyes that were originally green turned into a red that could not be dissolved.

The huge, orangutan-like metamorphosis was dripping with saliva and swooping down like a hungry tiger pounced on its food.

Eighteen greeted him, and the twin knives began to swing, and the delicate dagger slashed at the opponent's rough body with incredible speed, slashing at the opponent's rough body with a staggered slash, as if slicing into a steel plate, bursting out a large spark.

The opponent's fist is so fast that it doesn't look like a monster with a huge and friendless physique, constantly intertwined with the dagger at a very fast speed, every time looking for the gap between the swings of the opponent's dagger, poking over, the heavy fist with a fierce wind pressure, obviously, even if this kind of fist can be blocked by his own metal skin, his inner body can't withstand the huge impact and shatter into a puddle of erosive flesh.

In just a moment, the two of them advanced and retreated, fighting for more than a dozen rounds, in terms of exquisite and elegant, No. 18 had the upper hand, but in terms of defense and strength, it was incarnate and faintly won the first place.

Both sides seem to have no choice but to do anything about the other.

The transformation momentum blasted out, this time No. 18 did not choose to dodge, but blocked with his right arm, the metal twisted squeak pierced the eardrum, the right arm under the huge force bombardment, although the skillful use of ingenuity to unload most of the opponent's strength, but the entire slender arm still could not block the surging power, the whole arm began to twist at an extremely tricky angle, broken, leaving only a layer of metal skin on the outside still connected to the forearm and the big arm.

Eighteen gritted his teeth and endured the intense pain, as his right hand reached out and turned into a fist.

A slight accident disrupted the offensive of metamorphosis, only a moment of disorder, was caught by the eighteenth, his whole person bounced up like a cannonball, his right hand turned into a knife, countless nanomachines swarmed in an instant under the command of neurons concentrated on the palm, the scorching heat was generated, the entire palm was burned red, and the surrounding air began to distort.

There was a strong sense of vigilance in the incarnation, but it was too late.

The scorching knife composed of the palm of the hand was close in front of him, and with a snort, a rich aroma of scorching meat spread, and the palm pierced the throat of metamorphosis, and the high temperature burned everything around him into charcoal, and the blood gushing out was evaporated in the first place, and did not gush out.

Morphosis stared blankly in front of it, its eyes unfocused, and with a loud bang, its huge body fell down, smashing up flakes of dust.

The fiery scorching light only lasted for three seconds, which was already the limit of the eighteenth, his body seemed to shrink and suddenly became smaller, his skin was dry, shriveled, and tarnished, and the whole person was haggard in an instant, and even his hair became dull and dull, hanging down on his head.

Eighteen, who was physically and energetically exhausted, couldn't hold it anymore, and suddenly knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. The energy stored in the nano machine has been exhausted, and the fat that the body is forced to convert at high speed has also been broken down and burned.

Withered Leaf Butterfly's eyes flashed with joy, she raised her hand, and an invisible force field unfolded, enveloping it in an instant, enveloping the entire eighteenth, and a pulling force repeatedly pulled on him, this pulling force was very small, it was at the cellular level, and the nanomachine molecules inside his body were being peeled off one after another, as if countless iron dusts were peeling off from the skin one after another, wandering and wandering in the air.

Dada......

Two machine guns and an automatic rifle formed a web of fire, interrupting the Dead Leaf Butterfly's further moves.

The two "tracker" drones flanked one left and one right, and the dead leaf butterfly frowned deeply, she hated being disturbed when she enjoyed the fruits of victory, but her current body was not a mature body, and she could not withstand this level of scorching bullet rain.

It was only a moment's reflection before she came to a conclusion, and her figure quickly drifted towards the end of the narrow steel rail.

The rain of bullets was swept away by the force field, and they all lost their marks, scurrying around like headless flies, and on the walls of the tunnels dug out, the ping-pong was swept out of the grooves by the bullets.

The nanomachines lost the traction of the force field, and under the control of the neurons, they once again slammed towards the exposed skin of No. 18, and then crawled into the skin like small insects.

A figure rushed in, it was Pat, picked up the seriously injured Eighteen, and stumbled outside.

Rako and Harry answered, one left and one right, venting bullets as they covered their retreat.

All of them did not look good, and the development of events was clearly beyond the limits of their imagination.

When the withered leaf butterfly was killed, everyone just looked solemn and felt a little ridiculous, after all, the initial impression was that they were just treated as an ordinary student. But when the other party showed that kind of extremely non-human combat power, everyone reacted, and then it was extremely terrifying.

After the eighteenth chose to break off, in comparison, the other three couldn't help at all in a battle of this level, and they were just sent to death in vain.

But the development of the situation still exceeded the best estimate of the eighteenth, and he tried his best, and only killed a metamorphosis controlled by the other party. In the entire city, there are countless multiplying incarnations, and the loss of combat power in this mode can be replenished by the opponent in minutes, and the next time, when the other party makes a comeback, what will be the resistance!?

"Take the trail, take the trail ....." Although her consciousness has gradually blurred, she still clearly feels the rescue of her companions, and the timing is just right, without the meat shield King Kong, the withered leaf butterfly does not dare to take danger alone, although her body has been strengthened, it is obviously still unable to resist the direct strafing of the metal torrent.

The three of them subconsciously responded, turned their heads and entered the branch in the corridor.

After seeing the terrifying combat power of the other party, everyone knew that they were not at the same level as the other party at all, and now the strongest combat power in the camp was seriously injured, and even if they were treated with medical components, they could not recover to their peak state.

At the moment, for them, too wide a large road will allow the opponent's erratic body to provide strong mobility and space, while a small space can give full play to their dense advantage in firepower, although it is not known how long such an advantage will last.

Two explosions rang out at the end of the tunnel, and the faces of all the members darkened, and the only two "tracker" drones in their hands were shot down by the other side using a clever little trap.

No one dared to delay, and Pat and Harry hurried all the way with the eighteenth, with Rayco following with heavy machine guns.

........

The dead leaf butterfly stretched its body, swaying and dancing, a large number of pheromones were excreted with the sweat, and the gentle breeze in the corridor blew by, blowing these diffuse pheromones into the hidden spaces that no one had stepped on.

One or two sharp roars came, and gradually, the frequency of such inhuman calls became more and more frequent, and the metamorphoses dormant in the underground space were catalyzed by pheromones, one after another, and after a while, dozens of metamorphoses of different shapes were squatting beside the dead leaf butterfly.

"Peek-a-boo!?"

Dead Leaf Butterfly snickered a few times, it was impossible for her to let these little guys go back alive, otherwise, wouldn't she be scolded by Boss Griffin again. After all, I played a little too much, showing my true face, if you indulge these people back, then the next plan will naturally not be able to be implemented, although the withered leaf butterfly feels that compared to the prey she found, this mission seems dispensable, but if you can complete it at the same time, it will be better.

Fortunately, for the sake of fairness in the assessment, the trainees were not allocated communication equipment.

The withered leaf butterfly casually picked up a dagger left by the other party, and a metamorphosis similar to a mole, but larger than a wild boar, came up, its forked nose kept sniffing around the dagger, and then let out a squeaky and excited cry, and its four paws kept digging the ground, and it scurried out like a hound, aiming at a hidden fork.

As if being pulled, countless metamorphoses began to follow the mole metamorphosis, and they roared excitedly, their eyes red and bloodthirsty.

The Dead Leaf Butterfly was about to leave, when her brows furrowed, and then she stretched out, and she looked up at the top of the tunnel, as if she was aware of it.

"Did the little one wake up?"

She looked at the fork in front of her, pondered for a moment, and then made a choice, dozens of metamorphoses should be able to easily gnaw away a few escaped sewer rats one by one, in comparison, it is still the one above that is more interesting, let's go up and take a look first.