Heavy Armoured Truck In Post-apocalyptic World

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Huang Daxian and the four-legged dragon held on to the corpse of the spirit of fire and did not let go. Under the influence of Shen Cong, they would not attack humans, but the army cleaning the battlefield did not dare to approach.

He could only ask Shen Cong for help.

Shen Cong walked over with a frown, Huang Daxian's emotions revealed: Mine, mine, mine, mine... It's all mine!

The four-legged dragon hugged its head and legs, muttering in the same way: Bugs...get away...my...delicious...get closer...kill them all...

Your? Shen Cong looked at the four-legged dragon first, his face was silent, but in fact he scolded in his heart, Then you eat.

The four-legged dragon hugged its head, wanted to gnaw but couldn't open its mouth, because it had reached the saturation of the fire psychic, and couldn't eat it at all, and the competition was only because of attraction.

Eat. Shen Cong urged.

The four-legged dragon hugged the magma head and muttered: ****...

Eat, eat quickly!

**...

eat!

Under Shen Cong's constant pressure, the four-legged dragon finally came to his senses, and threw out the magma's head and front legs aggrievedly: Don't eat...****...bad...

at this time.

Huang Daxian rushed over suddenly, and took the magma's head and forelegs: Mine, mine, mine, it's all mine... mine, kill! With a weasel face, he said viciously. Roared at the surrounding troops, and also roared at the four-legged dragon, but he didn't dare to roar at Shen Cong.

Shen Cong's face became even more gloomy.

Huang Weasel-Cicada language communication: Huang Daxian, put everything down for me!

My, my, my...

Your? Eat it for me now!

mine……

Eat it!

Can't eat...my, my, my...

Don't make me do it,

Huang Daxian, the consequences of my actions will be very serious.

My... Huang Daxian seemed to feel Shen Cong's anger, but he still hugged the corpse of the fire spirit, My...

After three days of no beating, the skin became itchy.

Shen Cong remained silent, and directly guided Nao to drive the Vajra Fortress, brandishing the Mushroom Sword and rushing over, giving Huang Daxian a big slap in the face. Huang Daxian was taken aback by the beating, and wanted to fight back, but knowing that the car belonged to Shen Cong, he endured it again, but curled up, trying to pretend to be a rascal.

Shen Cong had no intention of letting it go, this Huang Daxian was not his battle pet, so he had to deal with it by means, otherwise it would not obey.

So next, a bloody picture appeared.

All the soldiers around waiting to clean up the battlefield were dumbfounded. In their eyes, the lofty and incomparably powerful Golden Beast Huang Daxian was beaten up by Shen Cong driving the Vajra Fortress, but he didn't dare to resist at all. After being beaten anxiously, when he was about to resist, Shen Cong glared at it and withered again.

This kind of ferocity is simply divine.

They didn't know how Shen Cong used spices as bait to teach Huang Daxian a lesson, and they didn't know that Shen Cong's particle-level coercion could be crushed in a targeted manner. Under the double constraints, Huang Daxian didn't dare to raise the thought of resistance at all. Moreover, it has a thick skin, so it is said that it was beaten badly, but in fact it just hurts a little.

Harmless.

Of course, being taught continuously, Huang Daxian was attracted by the fire psychic, and he was also beaten soberly. Finally, he reluctantly followed the four-legged dragon and threw the body of the fire spirit out. Turning back three times a step, ran to a nearby big tree, reluctant to come down.

Only then did Shen Cong turn around.

His face was calm, as if he had just done a small thing.

Indifferently said to the commander: Now you can clean up the battlefield, the spirit of the fire seed has a very strong attraction to the evolutionary individuals, especially the evolutionary individuals of the super level and above, you'd better cut it apart, and then Wrapped in Pidgin or something.

Understood! The commander, a vigorous soldier, immediately saluted.

The reason why he saluted the military was because just before that, the Military Commission had issued an order to treat Shen Cong as the highest commander.

This command is usually very abrupt, but no one who has seen black and white pictures will find it abrupt.

A person as powerful as a god deserves such courtesy.

Shen Cong didn't care about the other party's attitude. He glanced at the busy troops and said, Record everything carefully for me. Don't miss anything. No one can be greedy for my goods.

Boss Huang, please rest assured.

The conversation ended briefly. Here, Tao Zhongyang had someone throw himself on the body of the spirit of the tinder, and carefully sampled and studied it. He wanted to collect first-hand information. Of course, as the dean, Tao Zhongyang doesn't need to do it himself, he just needs to sit in command.

He still wanted to communicate with Shen Cong.

Because he already knew what his colleagues in the Academy of Sciences knew, and when communicating with Shen Cong, new things popped up all the time.

Boss Huang, you are very young. Tao Zhongyang said in an old man's tone.

Shen Cong's black leather jacket made of leather gold was torn in several places, and his delicate face was covered with habitual frost. He is used to showing others with such an indifferent face: What's the matter?

It doesn't matter. Tao Zhongyang said with his hands behind his back, Is your height 2.5 meters?

Tao Zhongyang was only a little over 1.7 meters tall, and his height only reached Shen Cong's chest. Shen Cong's eyelids were drooping, and he didn't have the slightest interest in introducing himself, so he changed the subject abruptly: Seeing the Spirit of Tinder, has Dean Tao associated with Transformers?

Transformers, you mean the movie that transforms from a car into a robot?

right.

I have heard their young researchers discuss it, but turning a car into a robot is just an illusion... You mean that the spirit of fire can transform, right? Tao Zhongyang realized that Shen Cong was based on the spirit of fire. Think of Transformers.

Shen Cong nodded: Yes.

Tao Zhongyang pondered: Tsk, this... What is the transformation method of the spirit of the tinder, has Boss Huang figured it out?

The brain controls Shenhuo, and Shenhuo controls the body. It's just that this kind of control is difficult to control flexibly with human consciousness for the time being. It may need to wait until the brain cloud completes the gradual change and evolves into a brain before it can be manipulated proficiently. But even with such a flexible spirit as the fire seed Manipulation, the strength is still weak, if our future evolution is like this, it is obviously too weak.

Shen Cong took it for granted.

Tao Zhongyang was speechless.

From Shen Cong's point of view, it is true that the spirit of the fire seed is a scumbag of war. Once the two big moves are activated, the spirit of the fire seed directly rushes to the street. But from the standpoint of most human beings, the spirit of the fire seed is simply a disaster level. If everyone can evolve to this level, it will be easy to regain the dominion of the earth.

So he pondered for a while and said, I can't give you any answers for the time being. I need to analyze the spirit of the tinder, including the brain.

First study the fire psychic, and the prototype of the brain of Thunder Giant Sequoia. When the time comes, I will let you lead a team to study the brain. Well, this is the end of today's conversation. I have something to do, so let's go first.

After Shen Cong finished speaking, he got into the car directly, Xinyin, Huang Weasel-Cicada greeted him in words, and quickly disappeared into the night with Huang Daxian and the four-legged dragon.

As soon as he left, the people who quietly cleaned the battlefield quickly brought the topic to him.

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Tomorrow, there is something that can’t be coded to prevent interruption. Tonight’s third update will be moved to tomorrow, so tomorrow will probably be the second update.

terribly sorry. (To be continued.)