The Hardest Bone Will Eventually Feed Wang

Then, with the light of the fireball, Thomson Huang saw a flying saucer, a standard flying saucer in science fiction movies, flying next to the building, with a diameter of [-] meters, and a beam of light was projected from the underside of the flying saucer. The strange human form of the blade slowly fell from the beam of light.

Isn't this look a Predator?

I saw a flesh-and-blood golem under the building just been summoned according to the preset time, and the next second, it was bombarded by the shoulders of the tall dark-gray Predator and lost the upper body, dropping a short spear of whalebone with a strange and fierce shape. The Predator picked up the short spear, and the other Predators cheered for it.

"It's impossible, it must be a movie, it must be fake, it's all fake."

Thomson Huang said incredulously on the balcony, even Bai Xian was very surprised.

This is not the case in his plan, and he feels as if he has overlooked some very important factors.

"Ask the Chinese team to play Brazil tonight, who do you think will win?"

Bai Xian pulled him back from the balcony. He suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a national football game tonight. To test his thoughts, he couldn't help but ask.

"What? It must be Brazil. Brazil is the best team in the world. How many championships they have won, all of them can be beaten by one leg of the national football team. But what are you asking about the situation outside?"

Ignoring his doubts, Bai Xian hurriedly used the trade union channel to ask Xiao Lin, who was still in China, to report on football.

"It's Senior Baixian. We were ready to go to work at 05 o'clock just now. Football? Wait, let me see. The game ended at 30:[-] in the morning. The Chinese team scored [-]-[-] against Brazil. What an unexpected result, Baixian Senior, has the Chinese team practiced kung fu?"

Bai Xian did not return to the guild channel, but seriously asked Thomson Huang, a slightly fat Chinese young man.

"Tell me, isn't your real name Auchenie Wong?!"

Author's message:

PS: It may be said that some people see Banana Man being disgusting. I don't just arrange this character to be disgusting. If there are not a few funny comparisons, with the protagonist's indifferent character, the plot will burst.ヾ(≧O≦)〃

95. King of Viruses

Bai Xian has an MMP song that he wants to sing for you.

The ideal is plump, the reality is skinny, probably because after coming to the United States, I saw a lot of chickens pecking at each other. In addition, I have a wealth of wealth and sufficient resources. In the layout of the Baixian plan, almost all travelers are regarded as things in the bag. , I thought of red-packed fried fish, and then scooped it away in one net.

But the fish was not what he thought.

This fried fish is no longer a fish, a big fish, a big fish, but a tiger shark!

He is bold enough to pretend to be that mysterious person, but when have the decent villain protagonists and supporting roles in those fantasy stories become less courageous?

Since there are good things, why compete with others for BOSS brushing equipment, it is not faster to clear the field directly.

More than 100 Predators descended from the spaceship and silently and ruthlessly massacred men and counterattackers on the street. Often when a police pistol was fired, a Predator would appear from the air behind him, Chill out.

But they were obviously not interested in the women and old people screaming and running away. A bloated Mexican mom was running and lying on the ground, and a Predator's boots fell right in front of her, and her heart was beating. It froze almost instantly.

But the Predator had no intention of lowering his head at all. He just stepped on her bloated palm and passed by. Although the more than [-] jins weight and the phalanx of the equipment were almost broken, he did not intend to hurt any further. Like picking the right broiler on a chicken farm.

But at this moment, a dog barking sounded from far to near, all the Predators turned their heads in unison, and found that a large group of dogs were approaching rapidly with spittle. A closer look at the dogs' skin was highly eroded, and their heads were almost split into four. Sticking out his half-meter tongue dripping with saliva, he ran and swung it, and he threw several Predator down at once.

And behind the group of dogs, there was a man in a windbreaker and sunglasses with his hands behind his back.

Wasn't that Wesker who appeared during the day!

"It's interesting, you dare to snatch my things, but it doesn't matter, as long as you compensate me with your corpses, I'm very curious, the physical strength you show is calm and tactical, based on the second, what can you cultivate? A powerful BOW."

Facing Wesker's calm attitude, seven or eight of the Predators rushed over immediately, showing their wrist blades and hunting knives while shooting, but those shoulder runners and rifles were completely unable to hit the phantoms that swayed from side to side. Wesker, who only shot a few zombie dogs, quickly arrived in front of Wesker.

The blade cuts the knife, breaks the body in, and goes out through the body.

But Wesker, who clearly has super-responsive nerves, did not flicker or force. He let the sword enter his body, and even kept his hands behind his back. His expression was as if he had been bitten by a mosquito.

"Is that the only way, I'll be disappointed."

He suddenly threw out a fist, obviously his height was almost two heads short of the Predator, but this punch only saw a Predator who was still holding a weapon stuck in him flying ten meters away, his entire lower abdomen was It was bleeding profusely from the sunken hole, almost like being hit by the head of a truck.

But even so seriously injured, the Predator just took out a glass tube and injected it into the microcomputer on his arm, and still struggled to get up, and the other Predator seemed to have no intention of helping the wounded.

The other Predators who were still plugged into Wesker were not stupid. They immediately realized that their opponents should not give up their weapons. One by one, the silhouettes jumped back and disappeared in the air, but Wesker seemed to have opened a perspective and suddenly kicked the air. , directly kicked a Predator out of the air, waving his palm like a knife, the masked Iron-blooded head soared into the sky, and the blood spurted seven or eight meters high under the pressure.

"Come on, fight, let me see where your limits are, and die!"

He took off his sunglasses, and his confident aura expanded with the oath, and those zombie dogs kept biting at the Predator. Even if he killed a few with his superb martial arts, several of them were knocked down and bitten by the zombie dogs soon. hurt.

But when they stood up again, those few iron-bloods were already swaying, dripping from their mouths, blood vessels almost protruding from the skin, apparently turning into zombie iron-bloods, and there were hundreds of ordinary zombies standing up at the same time.

Wesker stood surrounded by the zombie army, like a king.

However, the tallest Jagged Blood did not respond to the addicted Wesker. He just pressed the microcomputer on the back of his hand, and then a few lasers swept across the spaceship. All the zombie dogs, ordinary zombies, and Zombie Jagged Blood instantly disappeared. Wesker, who was wearing the back, stood alone in the empty, scorched street.

Instant cold.

Fortunately, the tall iron-blooded elder didn't embarrass him for long. He walked straight to Wesker, threw the spear in his hand, and inserted it into Wesker's feet. The meaning was obvious:

heads-up.

"Inferior creature, what does this mean, duel of honor? It's a bunch of ignorant creatures, don't compare me with you, a prehistoric creature full of iron and steel honors, I'm already the next stage of human beings, and I'm higher than you A stage. You..."

Before Wesker could speak, the dazzling plasma ball had completely pierced through his head, leaving a real brain hole with a diameter of over eight centimeters.

You can even see the huge monster seven or eight meters high behind the street through the brain hole. The Predators left the brain hole Wesker like a chicken blood, wanting to hunt the more powerful prey, but Just as he was passing by, Wesker, who should have died, suddenly grabbed two passing Jagged Warriors.

Then the two Predators lost their left half and the other half in an instant, and Wesker's brain hole made up for it, and it was as good as ever.

Put on the glasses again.

Forcing soaring!

"As I said, I have evolved to the next stage of biological existence, you mentally retarded alien barbarians, neither swords nor guns can kill me, I am standing at the top of the biological chain, the god of new mankind !"

Wesker announced in a thunderous voice, and the overflowing aura made all the Predators surround him.

But no one dared to act rashly!

But just when Wesker's arrogance was high and he was acting like the wind, he suddenly heard someone behind him speaking in his ear.

"you are not."

He turned sharply, only to see a young gloomy face under the hood.

puff.

The huge black blade penetrated Wesker's abdomen, Wesker's expression was full of surprise, and the next second of surprise turned into impatience and... fear!

Because countless black blood vessels and tentacles spread and eroded every inch of his skin and every muscle, they were absorbed, digested, and assimilated like mud.

"No~~"

He only screamed for a while, all the flesh and blood was absorbed, and there was no trace left in this world.

And the gloomy young man in the hooded leather jacket raised his head, looked around at the Predators who surrounded him, and sneered disdainfully.

"There is only one person at the top of the food chain, do you want to come up too?"

Author's message:

PS: Catch up in time, although I really like Wesker, but I have to admit that this product is really a pretender, or after all, it is a professional background, not a military background, so many chances to kill the protagonist are all over the place. Not sure, in the end, he pretended to be alive and forced himself to die, and it seemed like a very appropriate ending for him.

ps2: Continue to PY, this time I recommend "Da Ming: Conquest of Paradise", a background text on historical themes that is rarely seen by readers, but it can actually be said to be a European fanfic farming text.

"God wills, we will take back the American continent bestowed by God!"

——The Prime Minister of the Holy Roman Empire, Bismarck, in No.1850 Crusade in 13

"Before this golden gate that leads to prosperity, you hold high the lantern that illuminates the night."

——Yangzhou poet, Emma Lu, inscribed on the Colossus of Chongzhen at Harrison Estuary in 1745

"I'm so cute, invincible in the world!"

——The emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty, the king of the two capitals and the thirteen chief envoys, the Tian Khan of the grassland, the living Buddha of the living Buddha, the suzerain of the Western Regions and the South Ocean... The protector of the Yin people in Beiyangzhou, Aziz Emperor Turk, Head of the Mayan Federation, Emperor of the Inca, Zhu Youjian, Xinxiang on the east coast of Yangzhou in 1665

"System! Why did you throw me into the pile of monsters! Li Zicheng came in! That eunuch over there, don't come here, I don't want to hang myself!"

- Emperor Chongzhen, Zhu Youjian, in Meishan in 1644

96. Disinfection and sterilization

Bai Xian saw Moser downstairs.

To be honest, he really wants to go down and teach him how to be a man. After all, this old yin has been hiding for so long, and now it is rare to show up. It is best to stab him to death with one finger and then pull up and whip the corpse.

But he is not free now.

He could only nod at Nightingale, the indifferent head nurse's expression at this moment turned a subtle arc, and then jumped from a height of more than forty stories in the dark.

Just a hood is enough for a leap of faith.

And the strategic Auchenie next to him was hiding and talking about his confidence in the U.S. military, and the high-tech Zenith technology at various military exhibitions to give him confidence, but Bai Xian felt that if you took a sip of anti-milk, you might get twice the result with half the effort. It may be really useless to continue breastfeeding.

Although he really wanted to throw the blame on Auchenie Huang's poisonous milk with amazing power, and directly blew New York milk, he still understood that the real reason was that he had succeeded in detonating the powder keg by creating this fish-frying effect.

Manhattan, or the whole of New York, according to the official information, the data disappearance incident more than a week ago covered a radius of more than 70 kilometers, covering mobile phones, computers, servers, public network facilities, and even smart homes. The range where the fairy transformed into a lich happened for the first time only covered a radius of more than 20 kilometers.

This is what he has been ignoring.

It is generally understood that the number of traversers is related to the total amount of data. Such a large range means that the density of traversers here is greater, the number is more, and the conflicts are more complicated. I just watched it for a day or two and thought it was not enough. It was Team America and the like pecking at each other, and he was able to grasp the overall situation, so he was anxious to blow up the transmigrators with the so-called red envelopes.

But this time, just like the shot that assassinated Crown Prince Ferdinand in the First World War, it instantly detonated the gunpowder under the seemingly calm water.

If other traversers go to brush equipment to strengthen themselves, then if they continue to hold still, they will gradually fall behind, and may even be brushed by others.

Those are transmigrators, it is not surprising that a few people will destroy the world, but he actually underestimates them as leek roots that he allows himself to knead and knead.

Or it should be said that the transmigrators I met along the way are all too good, whether it is the five dragons, the dragonborn, Galen and the others, they are all too good to talk, so I look down on them.

It was not too late to mend the dead. Bai Xian made a simple observation and found that the most powerful one was a dark door erected in a rumbling sound. Who else could the familiar old greenskin be, not Guldan, an old friend of the people.

So after a brief assignment of the maids' combat tasks, he decided to kill Gul'dan first.

As for Ah Fu, let him stay where he is and watch the fun. Bai Xian is too lazy to assign him combat tasks, and he can be regarded as taking care of the strategic Aucheni. Although this guy is very annoying, he has served him for several days after all. Good to leave to die.

Maybe it can breastfeed the enemy.

The words were divided into two parts. When the lich flew away, Nightingale had already fallen to the ground. He clearly fell from a height of more than forty floors, but he did not cause any dust.

The purpose of her visit this time is very simple. It is to kill Moser. Lichs do not have microscopic biological attacks. Although they can be solved with a banshee's howl, they will definitely solve a lot of innocent civilians together. Therefore, Nightinger is needed. Go on a horse.

And in front of her is a slaughterhouse, the butcher is Moser, and the slaughtered animals are Predator.

Tough, fierce, and ruthless Predator is undoubtedly a very good warrior. Even a Predator can rely on trap tactics to sneak attack and kill a small team of elite soldiers, but now these methods are not effective against Mercer.

The sharp wrist blade is as ineffective as it penetrates the water, the high temperature plasma cannon is blocked by his bone shield, and the tough rope net is directly cut by the huge blade. In contrast, Mercer is ghostly fast. The powerful blade and claws have become a meat grinder, and no Predator is an enemy of unity.