When an Alien Is Bound to a World-Saving System

The dark-haired boy smiled at them and said, "As long as I pull the trigger lightly, you won't get 1 liter of 9,000 liters of gasoline."

Changfeng Base has anxiously said:

"Xiao Yi! You ..."

"Xiao Yi, don't do stupid things!"

"Xiao Yi, put your gun down!"

The black-haired boy did not respond, still holding a gun and watching the flame members quietly.

Hu Yang's face was startled: "Are you crazy? How good is it that you, a space-powered person, join us? Could you really dare not shoot?"

The black-haired boy heard the words, slightly deflected his muzzle and pulled the trigger. boom! A bullet rubbed his forehead and flew out, cutting a few strands of broken hair, leaving a burnt blood mark on the side of the teenager's white forehead, showing a sneer towards Hu Yang:

"you try?"

The group of blazes in the Flame Base was also stopped by this crazy move! How dare you shoot! If the gun is a little bit more sloppy, it's going to blow your brain!

"You, send your gun down first! You can talk about other conditions!" Hu Yang, who was also frightened, could only compromise.

Standing next to the teenager, Xu Yuncheng came over and patted him on the shoulder. The dark-haired boy lowered his muzzle, but did not close the gun, nor closed the insurance. Xu Yuncheng said to the flame team:

"We drove next to Huai'an Town. At that time, Xiaoyi unloaded the materials in the space. Your truck can't go in. We can lend the van to you. You and Xiaoyi will give you 9000 after getting the gasoline. Rise, and then go their own way. "

Changfeng Base suddenly took the initiative this time, and there was nothing to refute on the side of Flame, because it was for the gasoline that forced the other side into a blast and really shot him in the head.

So after the two sides reached an agreement, they drove to Huai'an Town. Vice captain Hu Yang tuned the van with more than 20 good hands to squeeze into Changfeng. The dark-haired boy also pretended to take out the tent bedding and a few bags of expired rice oats in the space. It was piled up on the roadside, indicating that this was all the belongings of the Changfeng base. After the other members of Changfeng watched it, they taunted and said that the people of the base of the flames should not covet their "valuable supplies", and pretended to be guarded around the tattered pile.

The people at the Flame Base naturally did not see the clues. After laughing at the "poverty" of the Changfeng Base, half of the people were waiting in the truck. Hu Yang and the 20 or so good guys took the van with black hair and drove to Huai. Drive to Anzhen.

A special shape was squeezed in the van, and the filaments of the entire town were already covered by the coverage area, and the interior of the small gasoline depot was observed:

Entering the courtyard, there is a bungalow on the left, enter from the gate, turn right and pass a long corridor until you reach the gasoline storage room. The whole layout is a three-in room like a string of candied gourds, and only a few square plastic petrol barrels are left in the first warehouse. With nearly a hundred first- and second-level zombies, and the bodies of more than a dozen humans who had been eaten before they became zombies, highly corrupt pus flowed all over the place.

It can be seen that many abilities have paid attention to this gasoline depot, and also tried to remove many barrels of gasoline, and then left more lives.

Through the locked door of the first storage room, the gasoline tank in the second room was almost intact, and hundreds of square barrels were neatly arranged there. But there were also dozens of first- and second-level zombies and two third-level zombies, as well as a few bones falling in front of the gate to the third gasoline depot. It should be that in the first group of abilities, the first group of zombies was forced into desperation and could not break through. They could only run to the third room and tried to lock the zombies in the second warehouse. But before reaching the gate, they were overtaken by the zombies and turned into a skeleton. The outermost ability could only lock the iron gate and shut the most powerful zombies with their companions.

At this time, a sudden laughter from a person interrupted a special investigation.

"Changfeng's old, weak, sick and sick can still claim to be the base! Haha, I laughed to death." The thunderous power-faced man with a fluttering face said loudly.

"Yeah! It's just a bunch of waste! There aren't even many secondary powers."

"I don't think it's useless," a man with tattoos on his face drew the eyes of his companions, just listening to him and then said, "The girl who was almost crying by us was still useful. Well. "

The soldiers around them heard the silence for a second, then shoved each other and burst into laughter.

The tattooed man was very satisfied with the sensation he caused, then pointed to the handsome face of the dark-haired boy, and said with bad intentions, "Not only that, it's OK! Isn't it?"

The atmosphere in the carriage was even more lively, waiting for the teenager to panic or react with anger in a playful manner.

The dark-haired boy didn't change his look, but just tapped his finger, tapped, tapped and held the insurance pistol in his right hand, and gave a chuckle:

"Oh! Really?"

Everyone's expression that was full of malice or excitement froze to his face.

"Okay! Don't bother! There is still 2 kilometers to reach the destination, let me talk about the offensive plan." Hu Yang did not want to provoke this lunatic, so he spoke in a round field and switched the topic. A few minutes later, the minivan finally scrambled through the chaotic streets of the town and came to the yard of the gasoline depot. Dozens of zombie wandering in the courtyard can be clearly seen through the gap in the iron railing door.

More than twenty psionicists quickly got out of the car, leaving no one in their eyes at all, leaving three people to guard the surroundings, and the rest directly spread the abilities to dozens of low-level zombies in the courtyard. Ten minutes later, the zombies in the courtyard were wiped out. They walked into the door of the cottage with a flashlight.

"Turn left and go through the corridor to the oil depot. Be careful of fire and thunder abilities, but don't blow us all up!" Hu Yang ordered.

"Zombies here are so weak that they can only be killed if they want to die." One of them laughed, and more than 20 people hurriedly passed through the dark corridor. Several people illuminated the closed door with a flashlight. Under the dim beam, two curved metal door handles were fixed together by a twisted steel bar.

"The power was done by those with power," said Hu Yang. "Be alert, there should be zombies inside."

The gang of powers behind him also put away the hippie smiles just now. The three third-level powers including Hu Yang stood at the forefront, and everyone was waiting, waiting for the power they sent out to be a power. The person labored to twist the rebar. Finally, the entangled steel bar was straightened by the big man, and carefully pulled out.

"3,2,1, rush!" Hu Yang took the lead to open the iron door, and more than 20 people behind them showed their abilities and rushed in. There was light from the windows in the warehouse, and it was not dark. The flame team that rushed to the center was surrounded by nearly a hundred zombies. Populus euphratica sprang into pieces of wood spurs while watching the surrounding area quickly.

"There are too many zombies here! The gasoline is in the second warehouse, and all of them break out!"

The gangmen obeyed, while reluctantly repulsing the zombies that came up, they slowly moved towards the iron gate inside, and they were pushed to the door by a special shape. After the door was opened in the same way, dozens of people slammed into it, pushing against the zombies they wanted to squeeze in, and closing the door again.

"This warehouse is full!"

"A lot of oil!"

The psionicist turned to look at the oil barrels stacked on the shelf, and was dazzled by the great joy. He did not notice in the shadow of the shelves that the dozens of zombies ambushed by the third-level zombies commanded to the side.

"Come here, get ready!" Hu Yang dragged the dark-haired boy to the shelf.

A special shape reached out and touched the row of oil barrels, and 10 barrels of 1000 liters of gasoline were immediately loaded into the system space. Just when the Flame Squad thought their mission was about to be completed successfully, a dark shadow suddenly burst out from the back of the shelf, and bite the tattooed man's neck!

"Not good! It's Level 3 Zombies!" Hu Yang shouted.

At the same time, those zombies hidden in the dark mobilized together and rushed to the powers!

"Withdraw! Withdraw!"

The tattooed man who had been bitten on his neck was out of breath at this time, and was pulled into pieces by the zombies. This also gave the Flame Squad a chance to breathe, and blasted away the surrounding zombies. In chaos, Hu Yang and the black-haired boy were left behind by the army because of taking gasoline. Seeing that the last player escaped from the second storage room, Hu Yang fired wooden thorns in pieces, and ran towards the door with a certain shape! But at this time, the dozens of unsuccessful zombies turned back and turned their targets towards them! The tattooed man behind him was also eaten completely, leaving only a skeleton stained with blood. Two third-level zombies and a large group of low-level zombies also got up and chased after the two dishes!

Hu Yang, who is a third-level ability, was dying and madly firing a wooden thorn, but did not stop the footsteps surrounded by zombies at all.

The young black hair sighed, the filament hidden on the door slammed hard, and the door slammed shut, blocking the sight outside the door.

At this moment, more than a dozen zombies had bitten at the same time, and the black arm of the dark-haired boy suddenly grew into several black wires, rolling up the nearby zombies and throwing them out. The black silk on the lurking floor unloaded their camouflage together, and entangled them to the zombies standing on themselves.

Just now, touch! A gunshot!

An unprepared alien fluttered and fell to the ground, and blood spewed out of the bullet hole in the chest ...