Warlord

As the steel doors closed behind him, only Zero was left of the platform at the entrance of the work area.

There were also corpses strewn all over the place. Judging from the clothes they wore, most of them were ordinary residents of the base.

Their deaths were tragic and rapid.

The body was lying on its back on the workbench, lying on the floor, strangled by a cable, or wedged into the wall by a sharp object.

The power supply in the base was damaged, and the lighting equipment was completely disabled. Only the emergency red warning lights flickered.

Under the red light, the blood that flowed out from the corpses formed a pool of blood.

The blood was already beginning to thicken, and walking across the platform, his boots stained with blood, it was like walking in hell.

As he turned the corner into the corridor leading to the living area, his pupils suddenly contracted.

At the entrance to the passage lay a few bodies, dressed as soldiers.

One of them was Zuo Ge!

The man who had said to Zero, “Daggers should be aimed at the enemy, not at companions,” the man who had refused to leave him when his body changed.

Now, he quietly hid in the corner.

One of his arms was missing and his jaw had been dislocated.

There was a hole in his stomach, and his rectum was dragged in and placed in Zek’s mouth.

Beside the corpse, written in bright red blood, was an English word.

“Fruk.”

Squatting down, he wiped the English off with his hand, then took the rectum out of the left side of his mouth and stuffed it into his stomach.

Finally, Ziggy took his chin back and placed the machine gun that had fallen to the ground next to him on top of Ziggy’s body.

Zoug looked more peaceful, as if he had fallen asleep.

But he would never wake up.

Zoug’s body was littered with countless warheads, and Zero turned toward the passageway.

The golden eye kept adjusting the distance between them to make a clear view of the situation in the passageway.

The alloy walls of the passage were riddled with bullet marks, but they were not evenly distributed.

The distance between them, the distance between them, were all very large.

The shortest distance was around one meter, the longest being five meters.

The width of the tunnel was three meters, and the enemies could move extremely fast in such a narrow space.

Zero closed his eyes and simulated the scene in his mind.

The enemy’s speed must have been extremely fast, which was why Zoug and the others had led the enemy to this narrow passage, attempting to restrict the enemy’s speed through the environment.

Unfortunately, this strategy seemed to have failed. The speed of the other side was far beyond what Zoug and the others had expected.

The firepower of Zoug and the others could not capture their opponent’s figure, which was why they had launched this jumping attack.

Zero calculated, if he were to be sniped in this narrow space.

Although he could dodge the attack, it was limited to linear motion.

For a curve like this, the strengthening ability of Agility should be able to reach the third step of left and right.

Otherwise, he would be able to keep up, but his reaction speed would be far inferior.

The strength needed to tear a human body apart with his bare hands was also a strengthening of the strength required for the third step.

In other words, the items in the invading base had at least the strength of a rank 3 user and the strengthening of the two abilities of Agility.

This reminded him of the corpse wolf that he had encountered in the valley half a month ago when he had used his bare hands to tear it apart.

It, or he!

The zero turned down the aisle and into the living area.

The living area was also littered with corpses, as if the entire base had been massacred.

When he reached the infirmary, he opened the window with his gun.

The infirmary was surprisingly neat and tidy, and the fact that no body was found made him feel a little relieved.

He headed back toward Old Jack’s house, where Alan’s body lay on the floor beside a flight of stairs.

The young sniper’s head had been twisted in a 0 degree angle, and there was a bullet hole like wound on Ellen’s forehead.

The bloody hole through the front and back of Ellen’s head seemed to have been shot, but it wasn’t.

A human skull is the hardest bone in the body, or a conventional machine gun. It cannot cause such penetrating damage unless fired at close range.

But if it was a machine gun, the blunt force of the bullet’s kinetic energy would tear Aaron’s skull off.

An injury like Aaron’s, it was more like he was sticking his finger in.

Having the strength of a third step, this guy was indeed capable of such a feat.

But was his fingers that long?

Perhaps, the organs of the body could multiply in an instant?

Zero checked Allen’s sniper rifle. There was plenty of ammunition in the box, which meant that Alan had been killed before he could fire a shot.

Looking at the wide-open eyes of the corpse, Lingcun thought that this young man must have died in an unreconciled manner.

He stood up and continued forward.

Moments later, Zero arrived at Old Jack’s residence.

The door of the house had been broken in half, and the center had caved in, apparently forcefully destroyed from the outside by a tremendous force.

The house was silent, furniture strewn all over the floor.

The place was silent. He took out the 500 left wheel and headed towards the study room.

Half the room in the study was dark, the other half exposed to the red light outside.

Old Jack still sat in his leather chair, his feet on the desk, as usual.

However, his chest had caved in like a huge door. This level of damage was not something that an ordinary old man like him could withstand.

Zero calculated silently. He knew that Old Jack’s breastbone had been broken and that the broken bones had been stabbed into various organs in his body. There was no hope for him.

Zero put the pistol away and came over to the old man.

He reached the pipe under the table and the scattered cigarettes.

Both of these things were Old Jack’s favorites, and he bent down to pick them up for him.

In his line of sight, Old Jack’s fingers suddenly twitched slightly.

With widened eyes, Lingcun immediately took out a pocket-sized oxygen machine from his backpack and put it on for Old Jack.

Old Jack slowly opened his eyes as he breathed in fresh oxygen.

An unnatural flush rose on the old man’s face.

Old Jack seemed to know this as well. He tried to raise his hand and remove the oxygen machine.

“Give me a cigarette, man.”

Old Jack said weakly.

Zero put away the oxygen machine, lit a cigarette for him, and put it in Old Jack’s mouth.

Old Jack took a deep breath and said, “Hans is here!”

Zero narrowed his eyes. “Hans?”

“Yes, that’s him.”

“He’s not dead…”

Old Jack laughed bitterly and said, “But he became a monster. That terrifying power and speed made it so easy for him to kill that kid Alan.”

“Now, Zoug should be …”

Zero nodded.

“Help me protect Leah,” he said. “That bitch Hans said he was going to fuck her up.”

Protect her for me!

This is my last commission, but.

“I have no reward for you ….” “… …” “… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …”

Old Jack died before he could catch his breath.

His mouth fell open, and half of his cigarette fell to the floor.

Zero bent down, picked up the cigarette, and took another long drag.

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Then he put the cigarette on Old Jack’s desk.

“I will accept your remuneration …”

“Delegate, establish!”

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