Ten Thousand Races Invasion: I have a doomsday simulator

Chapter 23
Outside, Xiao Li's face was pale, and the past flashed like a slide, recalling his life like a flash of light.

Suddenly, a scream like a slaughtered pig brought him back to reality.

Xiao Li smiled wryly, and there was no regret on his face, he just hated that he might not be able to serve the country again.

Ever since he joined the Shang organization, he knew that he would have this day sooner or later, but he never thought that this day would come so soon.

It's a pity that not only did I not complete the task, but I didn't have time to say goodbye to my relatives at home.

"boom!!"

A violent vibration suddenly spread to this room, even if they were far apart, they could feel the terrifying power.

After Xiao Li heard this movement, a look of relief appeared on his face, did he finally come?

That said, I have completed the task.

Thinking about it, the severe dizziness suddenly hit the brain, as if to lift off the scalp.

His body, which had been crippled for a long time, finally couldn't bear it, and he passed out immediately.

"Hey, brother, are you okay! Who is here?"

The man next to him saw that Xiao Li had passed out, so he quickly dragged his injured body and slowly approached him.

Obviously, from Xiao Li's expression just now, it can be seen that someone must have come to help them.

"Who the hell? Can make such a big commotion?"

The man was shocked to think that the masters he knew were not in the capital now.

While he was thinking, there was a series of violent impact sounds, and he felt the crazy vibrations emerging from the wall next to him.

One of the men in black flew out, smashed the wooden door to pieces, and fell on the stone wall, blood flowing everywhere.

The sudden movement attracted the girls who had lost their highlights, and it seemed that they could vaguely see that their spirits were gradually recovering.

That man, with the help of the broken gate, also saw clearly what happened inside.

Just one glance made him stay where he was.

Under the sunlight, the smoke dissipated, and a figure like a god-man was engraved in his mind.Every blow is a perfect interpretation of the aesthetics of violence.

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Do you believe in love at first sight?

Believe it or not, at this moment Lin Bing was convinced that he was sinking.

She swore that if the person in front of her didn't have a girlfriend, she would definitely seize the opportunity.

At this time, Yang Tian was dealing with these black-robed people, and he didn't know that he was being missed by others without knowing it.

As soon as Xiao Luoluo was dealt with, a round of applause echoed in the space.

"Not bad, with such strength, I shouldn't know you." Bishop Zhang Zhiwen laughed, as if Yang Tian in front of him was just a clown.

It means that although Yang Tian is strong, he is not the ones he is afraid of.

"You still wear a black robe in such hot weather? Are you shameful?" Yang Tian looked at the unusual black robe and said coldly.

He had already vaguely guessed what was going on with these guys.

"Stinky boy, I hope you can still be so indifferent later." Zhang Zhiwen sneered.

A young man who doesn't even have full hair is arrogant. If you dare to come alone, the boy outside will be your fate.

As soon as the words were finished, Zhang Zhiwen threw a punch at him. It seemed that he didn't take Yang Tian seriously, but in fact, he used all his strength to strike.

A lively sixth child, he has pissed off quite a few youth members of the Shang organization in this way.

A powerful force, like a tiger killing, this kind of offensive is much stronger than Qing Yi, no wonder he has the capital of self-confidence.

However, he can only be blamed for being unlucky and met a bad guy.

Yang Tian greeted him with a fist, his blood coiled around his arms, shocking everyone.

"Crack!"

A sound of bone breaking echoed in the air, followed by a muffled hum.

Zhang Zhiwen flew upside down, and his arm was broken in an incomprehensible way.

Should be a hard bone, when facing Yang Tian, ​​it is like a brittle twig.

Holding his broken arm, the black robe was stained red with blood, Zhang Zhiwen knelt on the ground, he admitted that he had underestimated this young man.

However, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.

This is no way out, only a desperate fight.

"I admit that I really underestimated you. With your strength, you should be among the best in that organization."

As he said that, his broken arm healed quickly, and he was not comparable to those ordinary believers outside.

With the blessing of the main god, his life recovery ability can already be instantaneous.

"However, no matter how powerful you are, can you still be stronger than modern firearms?"

"Te!"

Zhang Zhiwen stood up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and smiled cruelly.

A group of men in black suddenly appeared on the second floor and surrounded the people below, each with a weapon in their hand.

AK, M4, AWP and the like, what's more, a rocket launcher came out.

Zhang Zhiwen waved his hand, he didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, although he wanted to see Yang Tian begging for mercy, but compared with offering sacrifices, the latter was more important.

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire covered the space. It was hard to believe that in Daxia, where gunfire control is the most stringent.

This group of guys can still have such a powerful firepower.

Zhang Zhiwen looked at the women whose faces had become desperate, and a perverted smile appeared on his face.

He just likes to give people hope, and he is bringing hopelessness.

Lin Bing was stunned, even though there was some distance between them, she still felt the blazing terror of the firepower.

A gravel bomb flew over and scratched her small face. She didn't react, only the fire in front of her was reflected in her eyes.

"Whoosh!"

At the end of a rocket, the strong smell of gunpowder exploded instantly in the middle of the hall, and the shocking sound echoed throughout the abandoned factory.

Zhang Zhiwen patted the dust off his body, his face was distorted with excitement, and he laughed wildly.

"Hahaha!!"

Before he could finish laughing, he stopped abruptly, and a pair of hands as white as jade pierced through his body, dripping with blood.

He saw his waist, still beating in those hands, exuding surging vitality.

Turning his head with difficulty, after seeing the man's appearance, his face was in disbelief, a mouth shape appeared in his mouth, but no sound came out.

Like a power-off robot, it fell to the ground in pain with a beep, and its face really became distorted.

Yang Tian's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shook off the beating kidney in his hand. Originally, he just wanted to sneak up on him, but he didn't expect this person to be so weak, so he scratched his body right away.

Looking at Zhang Zhiwen who was still in pain, Yang Tian kindly made him feel no pain anymore.

In this way, Yang Tian successfully got the first blood, but he didn't feel the nausea as imagined, just like trampling an ant to death.

Could this be the change in mood brought about by the increase in strength?Or is it the role of talent?
Lin Bing at the side, seeing Yang Tian suddenly appearing behind Zhang Zhiwen, regained his senses and covered his injured face.

For some reason, although she felt nauseated for a while, she couldn't feel disgusted with Yang Tian's behavior.

(End of this chapter)