What Do I Do When All My Girls are Biomonsters?

The two amputated legs were wrapped in gauze and stained with a touch of blood. The Asian man in the wheelchair was grim-faced. He raised the AK-47 in his hand and fired wildly at the head of the tyrant in front of him. Behind the wheelchair, - Lao - Two doctors in white coats dragged a wheelchair in one hand and quickly backed away in the corridor on the third floor of the hospital, holding a pistol in the other hand, and followed the man sitting on the wheel and fired at the monster's head. Accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps, the T-103C Tyrant stepped closer and closer. The poor firepower in front of it seemed like a tickling. It raised its hands to protect its face and kept moving forward. The lady nurse who was smoking a cigarette just raised her head and glanced, and saw that the bald giant man in a black trench coat seemed to have no intention of making trouble for herself. , took out his phone at the same time, and wanted to take a selfie with the big man and send it to Twitter. Compared with a pair of scissors, the nurse's face full of boredom and boredom instantly became sweeter. She gently stuck out her tongue and bit her lip. Just as she was about to pat it down, she heard a squeak, The phone flew out and fell to the floor in the corridor with a bullet hole. The expression on her face instantly changed to her previous look of lack of energy. The nurse thought about it and put down her legs and inserted her white silk-covered feet into her high heels. At the same time, she took out from the counter. -the shotgun, - -biting the cigarette butt that was about to burn out -then the bullets. At this moment, the hospital was completely chaotic. Just now, two huge metal cans fell from the sky, smashed through the top floor of the hospital and fell directly into the corridor on the third floor. Opened, two super muscular brothers wearing black trench coats came out from the inside, looking unstoppable. Although the muscular brothers who fell from the sky seriously disrupted the order in the hospital, their arrival effectively relieved the tense doctors. Suffering relationship. Give me one more magazine! In the corridor, the man on Wazaki emptied his hand. He tore off the magazine and yelled at the two doctors who were pulling the wheelchair behind him. The young doctor cocked his mouth and bit his pistol with his teeth. At the same time, he took out a magazine from Bai Da's sunken body armor and handed it to the man in the wheelchair. Waiting for the man on the wheel to catch the magazine , he put the gun in his mouth again in his hand, and said to the man in the wheelchair at the same time: King, you are so punctual! Hit your head! It doesn't cover your face! The man called The King raised his gun and opened fire at the tyrant who was pressing closer, and said loudly: Is this not my fault? It was like a riot in the ward. Everyone in the corridor, whether it was a doctor or a patient. I was pouring firepower towards the tyrant, but this firepower could not stop a tyrant's pace. Seeing that the tyrant was getting closer, the two doctors, the old and the young, who were dragging the wheelchair, glanced at each other and put it down without hesitation. After getting out of the wheelchair, he turned his head and ran. °Hey!Hey! Seeing that the two doctors dragging Wazaki ran away without looking back, the king in the wheelchair only felt that the scalp hair salon, he didn't even bother to open fire, and casually took his AK.47 Leaving it aside, he turned his wheelchair vigorously, trying to get away from the wealthy tyrant in front of him, but there was no one to help him, and he couldn't escape the monster in front of him at all. The expression on his face became more and more hideous, The King Finally unable to bear it anymore, he turned the wheelchair and shouted: Where is the teammate?! Where is the teammate?

It was as if he heard the cry of The King. The next second, a shadow mixed with heat waves rushed out from behind the King. The figure jumped up over the king. , Immediately after, a wound appeared on the tyrant's bald head, causing it to stumble back two steps. The wind wrapped in heat blew on the face of the King, leaving a faint residual warmth. The King's eyes slowly widened, and as far as the eyes could see, the girl flying in the air raised her smooth black hair, Holding the scabbard in the left hand and the long knife in the right hand, on the tip of the knife, the red blood floated in the air and turned into small, round blood beads.

Mad Dog's office swings his sword. If I remember correctly, this seems to be a Japanese girl. His name should be Hitomi Kanjima? Hitomi Kanjima! Forever God! The kendo girl who couldn't understand Russian fell to the ground. She frowned and turned around, looking at the excited man in a wheelchair in front of her. Can't you keep both legs? What a tragic battlefield. Seeing that the man in front of him lost his legs, Hitomi Kanshima whispered in Japanese. Out of respect for the soldiers, Hitomi Kanjima looked at it. There was a little more respect in the eyes of the king, but at this moment, the tyrant who had just scratched his face by Hitomi Kanjima suddenly shot, and it took a heavy step and rushed up, facing Kanjima at the same time. Hitomi raised his fist high, and then slammed it down. Such an attack, Hitomi Kanjima can easily dodge, but if she dodges like this, the battlefield behind her is afraid that the wheelchair will be shattered! In an instant, Hitomi Kanjima made a decision, Recalling Li Yexing's shot method in his mind, Hitomi Kanjima gritted his teeth, turned his body abruptly, and then used this twisting force to jump out of his legs and kicked the King's wheelchair. In the sound, the wheelchair spun and slid directly to the other side of the corridor. With this kick, Hitomi Kanjima's action was not over yet. Seeing the huge fist wrapped in the black glove smashed over, Hitomi Kanjima turned around again.

On the scabbard of the sword, Hitomi Kanjima used strength to spin again, and at the same time, he violently swung the maddening bone on his right hand, the blade flashed with cold light, and under the leadership of Hitomi Kanjima, it slashed through the tyrant's waist, and the black The straitjacket was torn out - the total spark, leaving a faint trace, and Hitomi Kanjima also took this opportunity to distance herself from the tyrant. Her legs were spread apart, her shoes rubbed against the ground to stop her body from sliding, and Hitomi Kanjima left hand. The blade of the right hand of the scabbard, the center of gravity is pressed down, and the stance is taken, and the eyes cross the intersection of the scabbard and the scabbard.

With fierce sword energy and Jing Yang's fighting spirit, just as she was thinking carefully about how to take the next shot, bursts of applause suddenly sounded behind her. The doctors and patients all threw their guns behind them, and then clapped vigorously. Some of them even shouted at Hitomi Kanjima-- while showing their thumbs and applauding in English. For some reason, Hitomi Kanjima suddenly remembered ancient times. For those Jianghu artists who are performing on the streets, when they have completed their unique skills, the surrounding audience will applaud and throw some change at the artist. Cold murderous intent was revealed between his brows and eyes, Kanjima Hitomi slowly raised his head, his eyes swept around, and he said in his heart that as long as someone dared to withdraw change from me, I would jump over and chop off his hand! It seems that no one can really see Knowing the atmosphere, a patient with a gauze wrapped around his head and a body armor put his hand into his pocket, grabbed a handful of coins, and was about to throw them out, only to hear a loud bang, and the walls of the corridor suddenly slammed. It shattered, rubble scattered and splashed, and then another tyrant fell out of the hole in the wall, and then fell heavily to the ground. On the tyrant's chest, there was a girl with silver hair and red eyes squatting. , I saw Tililith pressing on the tyrant's body, holding the collar of the tyrant's straitjacket with one hand, while the other hand slapped the tyrant's face fiercely, punching out a few broken teeth with blood. Mba! Amidst the smoke, Tililith said coldly, frowning slightly.

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