And that awful music!

"Stand there and don't move! You, what do you want to do?!"

When Cronin, who took out his dagger, was about to rush in front of the mud boat, he found that the other party put his hand into the inside of his suit. This action made him very nervous:

"You bastard! Are you going to take out a fire gun?!"

This rare and deadly weapon does explain why mud boats are so arrogant.

"what?"

Seeing Cronin's panicked appearance, Mud Zhou was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but say:

"No, you think too much."

Saying that, the mud boat took out a small transmitter from the inside of the suit and threw it on the ground.

"what is that?"

"It's nothing, it's useless."

Mud Boat said with a smile.

"You're trying to deceive me again!? What's useless? I think it looks like a landmine!"

Cronin stared at the mud boat vigilantly and did not dare to rush in. He no longer believed any word of the mud boat.

"No no no, it's not a landmine, it's just a human device."

"Then why do you say it's useless?"

Cronin tightened his dagger.

"Because people have already come?"

Mud Boat said frankly.

"what?!"

Only then did Cronin realize that the air circulation behind him had stopped.

On this windy night, this feeling was clearly abnormal.

It was as if there was something huge standing behind him, blocking the airflow.

"You, you are..."

Cronin turned around in horror, only to find a huge heavy armor standing behind him, his head hidden in the bulletproof helmet, and no expression could be seen.

"Mr. Cronin, you seem to have a great opinion about the infected person, and you also said a lot of ugly things, so that my infected person friend is not very happy."

In line with the mud boat's speech, the sweat that the fearless warrior was wearing suddenly trembled, and white steam spurted out of his armor, spraying Cronin's face.

"You, you don't come here!!"

Cronin held the dagger in front of him, as if to say: If you dare to come, I will stab you to death.

"Um……"

For the scene in front of him, Big Bob tilted his head and watched for a long time. Even if he couldn't see his expression, he could see the question marks on this guy's head.

I saw him pointing to Cronin, then to himself, and said:

"Come on, poke here."

"Yahahahah!!"

Cronin's disgust and contempt for the infected drove him to stab the dagger, but the knife couldn't even leave a mark on the other party's iron plate.

"Mu Da!"

"Pfft!"

Not only that, but Big Bob also slapped Cronin with a backhand, making him turn around twice.

"Come, come again, I don't have steel plates here, you can try."

Big Bob pointed to his armpit and said.

"Damn it!"

Cronin's self-esteem still did not allow the infected to mock him like this. Seeing that there was indeed no steel plate there, he stabbed it.

"..."

However, the knife was directly bounced off by the textile so thick that bullets couldn't penetrate it.

"Mu Da!"

Then came another slap from Big Bob.

And after this blow, Big Bob seems to be addicted to patting, and he outputs to Cronin like a patted bear in DOTA.

"Mu Da! Wood Da! Wood Da! Wood Da! Wood Da!"

Cronin was played like Cai Xukun's basketball, flying everywhere.

"It's very interesting. You can call me next time you have this kind of activity."

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