Apocalypse Rebirth: Chief, Don’t Move!

After about three hours in this way, Bai Ling's eyes suddenly shrank, and he jumped from the second floor of the broken house to the concrete with steel bars that fell, and jumped to the top, crossing the uneven terrain. In the resident ’s house, a group of people not far away was coming out of the place full of mutant trees, and behind them were several tall zombies.

Of course, in addition to the power fight, it is accompanied by the roar of zombies.

For Bai Ling, he can see clearly and hear the voice, but he can't even hear Bai Xiaoxi.

Because it is really a long distance away.

In about ten minutes, those people solved the zombie and started coming here.

The closer you are, the more clearly you see it as Bai Ling is used to dark eyes.

It is a team of about twenty people. Each person wears a garment made of bright animal skins that is different from leather. The clothes can also see animal bones or shells on defensive mutant animals. More, separated into a few pieces to wear on the body, looks not only weird, because in addition to the two women, each person has more than one meter seven or five, and the body is thick, so it seems unusually majestic.

For more than forty minutes, they walked into this area, which looked very skillful, and there were even people who brought something to the people here, and finally this group of people stopped in front of the abandoned house where they were.

Among them, a stout man has three old wounds on the forehead that resemble mutated claws. Yanji's left eye has an unusually grim look, about thirty-five years old.

Naturally, I noticed the people in the house, especially the one standing on the very edge of the roof, wearing a black leather coat. The leather coat was a little damaged and dirty. He carried a handsome long sword, croquettes, and his face was very fair Small and beautiful, those faint eyes glowing star-like, staring at them.

"Brother." A 27-year-old man with a long face behind him frowned and came out immediately. "Someone is here, although it is late at night, but the humidity in the air should be raining soon. ! "

The 35-year-old scarred man is called a scar because of the claw scars on his face and his surname is a knife.

The 20 people behind him were brought out by him with one hand, each level is not low, plus the scar itself is a power level of 30, so the base in Miancheng is not only famous, and it is the only one that has been until now. There are only twenty-one mercenary regiments holding him, called the "Black Hawk" mercenary regiment.

It is even more dare not to underestimate, even the soldiers stationed at the Miancheng base do not dare to offend.

Seven days ago the Black Hawk Mercenary Corps received a mission and went out to look for a material, so it did n’t come back until now.

They have no right to let the Cotton City Base open the gate of curfew for them at night.

Therefore, like the other members of the missionary mercenary regiment, they first chose to stay outside overnight, and waited until dawn to open the door, and then went back.

Who can think that this time they came late, and the incomplete house where they had rested was already occupied.

As the pride of the abilities and just at the entrance to the base of Miancheng, they can't rely on their powerful abilities to **** the poor people who do not have the ability to risk living here.