Stock up on supplies! Raise zombies! The end of the world is over!

The bearded man was dumbfounded.

The psychic's small action of taking out something and putting it in his mouth did not escape his eyes.

What is that?

How come after eating it, the opponent's used-up supernatural power suddenly increased?

Strengthening reagents?

It doesn't feel like it.

The level of the opposing psychic has not increased.

Could it be that the Southern Base has secretly developed some kind of powerful weapon?

The bearded man gritted his teeth. The strengthening reagent can also restore superpowers and even increase the level of superpowers.

But he didn't dare to use it.

There have always been rumors in the base that the enhanced reagents can cause people to violently die. He believed the laboratory's clarification and thought it was a rumor.

Until he saw his neighbor turned into dust in front of him...

From then on, Beard paid special attention to the dosage of strengthening reagents.

He would never use that thing unless it was absolutely necessary.

Just because the bearded man doesn't use it doesn't mean that the psychics under his command don't use it.

Seeing the attackers' superpowers restored, the superpower user in City C took out the strengthening reagent and drank it in one gulp.

"You ants, you still want to break through the gate of City C? Maybe in your next life!"

The eyes of the psychic who was speaking were bloodshot. After the strengthening reagent entered his body, the bones all over his body were creaking.

A powerful and domineering force flowed through his body, and he felt unprecedentedly powerful.

The psychic gathered his strength in his palm and aimed at an invader from the southern base who was fighting the bearded man.

He was confident enough that if he hit the target, the person would die.

Just as he was about to attack with a grin, a big guy jumped to his side from a distance, grabbed his head cleanly and broke it hard.

There was a click.

It was the sound of his cervical vertebrae breaking.

The psychic fell down in disbelief, staring at the big guy who looked stupid and foolish.

"Naughty...Naughty..."

It is as easy for Xiaogezi to kill a mutant as cutting leeks, without any effort.

He turned his head towards Wen Xu, a broad smile spreading across his pale-gray face, looking smug.

"I...killed...forty of them...I was...sick."

The owner loves the small grid the most~

The owner will definitely praise Xiao Gezi!

Wen Xu was silent for a moment. Even though Xiao Ge drank so much strengthening reagent, his IQ was still hard to describe.

Still thinking about competing for favor every day.

He had only killed forty, but he had already killed eighty.

Wen Xu despised Xiao Gezi's childishness while speeding up the process of harvesting the psychics.

……

Strengthen the reagent processing plant.

A familiar wheelchair appears.

The people of City C recognized that he was their former young city lord.

"Ji Xun, you are a traitor!"

"You cripple, if there was no city lord, you would have died at the beginning of the apocalypse."

"Now you are teaming up with outsiders to attack City C. You are such an ungrateful person! You deserve to be a cripple."

The person opposite scolded angrily. Rong Qingyue glanced at Ji Xun who had a calm face and thought that this man was quite patient.

Xiao Feng stood at the front and looked at the two men who came alone.

He did not make any sarcastic remarks, but even took a half step back, ready to attack at any time.

Xiao Feng knew that without absolute strength, the two opponents would not have come to the heart of City C so confidently.

The patrolmen were still cursing.

"Ji Xun, you ran away by yourself and lived a comfortable life, but your lackey Ji Jiaze was not as lucky as you."

"You may not know, Ji Jiaze's body was hung on the wall, and the zombies below grabbed a piece and shared it."

"Tsk, tsk, how pitiful."

The shouting psychic did not notice that when he said Ji Jiaze's name, Ji Xun's eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses suddenly became extremely cold.

"Pathetic? Really?"

The seemingly weak and handsome man uttered a few words softly, and the strange black fog beneath him spread silently under the cover of night.

"Leave this to you. I'll go deal with those monsters."

Rong Qingyue did not participate in Ji Xun's revenge. He jumped to the position of the humanoid monster.

At this time, the tentacles in the stomachs of four or five monsters attacked Rong Qingyue at the same time. They were covered with sticky liquid, which smelled extremely foul and disgusting.

The ferocious tentacles were getting closer and closer, but the man didn't move at all, and even closed his eyes gently.

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