The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

He Lang is running wildly!

A fire hydrant jerked past him, nearly brushing his head, and then bang, shattered the right front rear window with a bang!The wind under He Lang's feet suddenly exerted force, pushing him aside; but even so, the car window shattered and the glass cracked, and the fragments still left traces on He Lang's face.

slam-la-

Water spewed out from the broken fire hydrant, and the white water column jumped three feet high, like a powerful fountain, or like a waterfall roaring.

Wow.

"Wow!" He Lang yelled while running wildly, "Can't you think of a way to get me to shoot again!"

The footsteps of the "tyrant" kept coming from behind, and He Lang had no doubt that as long as he stopped, the "tyrant" would stab him right in the next second!

difficult.Song Lin's image followed the man and looked in the direction of the "tyrant": You are already consuming the magic power in the stone, and if you speed up, you won't last long.and……

Before he finished speaking, the "tyrant" grabbed the construction sandbags on the side of the road and threw them at He Lang!The sandbag had already started to break in mid-air, throwing a tail of yellow sand, which was about to hit He Lang's head. Song Lin suddenly turned around and hugged He Lang's head, and the sandbag hit Song Lin's back hard. !

At that moment, there seemed to be a transparent curved cover behind Song Lin, which not only blocked the sandbags, but also separated the yellow sand thrown down.He Lang dashed out of the sand and dust, almost not getting on his body at all.

"Are you OK?!"

What's wrong with me, this is borrowing your magic power.Song Lin looked back at the "Tyrant" again: it was already overdrawn, but he didn't know how long it could last.

The "tyrant" in the irritated state followed behind, as if every step could make a hole, heavy and fast.Its left arm was only half of its upper arm, the fracture was extremely uneven and tattered, bloody and bloody; most of its right ear had been cut off, and blood flowed down the side of its neck, soaking the right shoulder of its clothes in deep red.In addition, it has bullet holes from previous shots, bruises and numerous scrapes.

But even in such a state almost covered in blood, it can still run at almost the same speed as He Lang.

"I'm afraid it's exhausted before it's exhausted, so I'll use it up first!" He Lang roared, "Why hasn't the blood flowed from such a serious injury!"

Vigorous exercise will intensify blood flow. It stands to reason that the "tyrant" should have lost blood to death, even if he would not die from pain.However, the fact is that it is still chasing after it like a hungry wolf with red eyes.

Because its blood soon stopped automatically.Song Lin frowned: It does not have excessive growth, but its self-repair ability is still higher than that of ordinary infected people. It is almost impossible to defeat it by blood loss.

"Fuck, shut up!" The wind was whistling, footsteps were rumbling, He Lang didn't hear a word, he grabbed the microphone on his collar, "Is the bomb good!"

"Okay!" Xia Hong's voice came, "It's at the intersection where the car was parked just now!"

"It'll be here soon!" He Lang roared, "Its speed...what the hell!"

The man suddenly fell to the side uncontrollably, and almost at the same time, the sharp claws of the "tyrant" slashed across the place where he was just now, smashing the ground with a "bang"!

Don't be distracted!Song Lin shouted: Its speed has increased again!

"What?!" Pushed and tugged by Song Lin, He Lang didn't dare to think about turning around and shooting, so he just buried his head in running away, "Why? Has it started to recover?!"

Probably just the opposite.Song Lin frowned: It's probably...

"He Dui, I saw you!" Xia Hong's voice came from the group frequency, "The bomb is placed at this end of the street, and there is a red pot in the middle of the road, that is it!"

While speaking, He Lang had already turned into the street, and saw a red dot standing in the middle of the road a few hundred meters away.The footsteps behind followed into the street, and He Lang roared: "It will explode when it enters the range, leave me alone!"

The speed of the "tyrant" is too fast. If He Lang ran out of the bomb's effective range before detonating, the big guy behind would also rush out.

Xia Hong was startled and said, "But Captain He..."

Song Lin said at the same time: "Tyrant" noticed that there was someone upstairs!

"No but!"

He Lang stopped Xia Hong's words, but within a few seconds the red jar was already in sight.He rushed straight without hesitation, and even deliberately reduced the wind force on the soles of his feet when stepping over the jar to prevent it from being blown over.However, as soon as the wind weakened, his speed suddenly slowed down. As soon as his back foot stepped over the red pot, "Tyrant" had already rushed into the blasting range!

boom! ! !

A huge airflow blasted He Lang, and hundreds of small steel balls exploded out of the red pot like bullets, splashing in all directions!At the very moment, the magic power in He Lang's body was evacuated instantly, forming a barrier to block his body!

boom!boom! !

There were two more explosions, and He Lang fell heavily to the ground.He didn't feel any pain, but his consciousness was in confusion, and his magic power felt as if he was being squeezed hard by two walls, as if he was about to be crushed in the next second.If he was still panting, the last breath of air must have been squeezed out of his lungs by now; if his blood was still flowing, he must now feel the blood flow backwards.He couldn't explain his state clearly, and he couldn't even feel the existence of his body.

It was Song Lin's voice that pulled his consciousness back.

I give you magic, don't resist me.

As soon as the words fell, a force emerged from near the magic crystal in He Lang's body, and slowly moved forward along the path of He Lang's magic power.This magical power did make He Lang feel something strange, but He Lang felt more comfortable and happy, like the rain after a long drought.It quickly circulated all over He Lang's body like a clear stream, soothing He Lang's consciousness that had been squeezed to the extreme just now.

Only then did He Lang slowly realize that the surroundings seemed to be very quiet.No, it's not the kind of silence without any sound, but without the sound of footsteps, He Lang suddenly felt that the surrounding area became very peaceful.

A soft "click" sounded.

A small steel ball fell out of nowhere and rolled to He Lang's eyes.He Lang moved his fingers, grabbed the steel ball—the temperature was terribly high—then turned over: "...where is it?"

Song Lin said: Go and see for yourself.

He Lang sat up slowly, and saw the... body lying on the ground not far away.

"Captain He, are you okay!"

Qi Ye's voice sounded from behind, and as soon as He Lang turned his head, Xia Hong threw herself on him and hugged him tightly.

He Lang was taken aback for a moment, he wanted to make a joke, but before he opened his mouth, he felt Xia Hong's trembling.He finally closed his mouth and patted Xia Hong on the back.

As soon as she heard the news of Zheng Beishan's death, she immediately saw that she almost... Now that she wasn't crying, she was already suffocating.

Xia Hong really knew the severity, after a while, she let go of He Lang and helped him stand up.

He Lang noticed that she was taking a deep breath secretly, and forcibly adjusted his mood, so he didn't brush off her kindness.Even at this moment, He Lang could already stand up on his own.

They walked to the body of the "tyrant" and stopped a meter away.

It is no exaggeration to say that "Tyrant" was directly stabbed to pieces, and he could barely see that he still had a human figure.The bomb exploded in front of it, almost touching its front feet, so its power could be considered to be brought to the extreme.The hundreds of steel balls in the red pot increased the attack power of the bomb even more. Whether it was the blasted off limbs or the bloody torso, the steel balls could be seen deeply or shallowly sunk into the flesh and embedded into the bones.

The steel balls splashed, like a hundred bullets fired at once, and could smash everything nearby to pieces in an instant.Ordinary people encounter this, and the end is tantamount to "evaporating" in the world.

It can be said that if Song Lin hadn't used all of He Lang's magic power at the moment of the explosion to form a protective shield to block the wave, He Lang, who hadn't run far at the time, would have been hard to escape.

But at this moment, He Lang was still standing upright, pointing to the big hole in the chest of the "tyrant" and said, "Is this made by a bomb?"

The hole was quite bloody and ferocious, but Qi Ye frowned and observed carefully, and said in a deep voice, "It's not like it."

"Why do I feel that there were three explosions?" He Lang thought about it carefully, "How many shots did you fire afterwards?"

"One shot." Qi Ye was the one who fired the shot, of course he knew best, "The first explosion, I saw that it didn't fall down immediately, so a grenade was fired."

At that time, fortunately, He Lang had already been blown to a certain distance, otherwise he would have suffered.

"I seem to have heard an explosion between the bomb and the grenade." He Lang frowned and stuffed the steel ball he had just grabbed into Xia Hong's hand who had been silent all this time. The grenades went off at almost the same time, and I'm a little bit unsure if it was just my imagination."

Song Lin suddenly said: Your magic crystal has started to work, I will withdraw now.You may feel a little stagnant at the beginning, as long as the magic crystal fully returns to normal operation, don't worry.

He Lang didn't care what kind of strength he was standing on at the moment, he just asked: Did you see what happened to the explosion in the middle I mentioned?

Didn't pay much attention.Song Lin was busy preventing He Lang from being blown to pieces at the time, so he didn't pay much attention: But I also heard the sound in the middle, it shouldn't be your illusion.

He Lang took out his dagger, brushed the rag beside the big blood hole, and looked closely at the wound, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Why do I think... this place was blown from the inside out?"

The other four were startled: "What!"

In order to prove his conjecture, He Lang went through all the tissues of the "tyrant", including the leg that was blown off, and even pulled all the pieces of cloth off his body to examine carefully.Just when everyone couldn't help but want to ask him, Yan Shaojun's voice suddenly came from the headset: "Everyone, how is your situation now? If I block the signal from the command center, the command center will knock on the door."

He Lang's earphones were damaged in the explosion, so he didn't hear it.After Qi Ye repeated it, He Lang remembered that Yan Shaojun unblocked the command center.

The command center was extremely nervous, they almost thought that He Lang's car was wiped out.As soon as the signal was connected, there was nothing missing. The members of the command center first breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to criticize.

Qi Ye glanced at Xia Hong, turned around and said in a low voice, "Members of Spade..."

The command center was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "The other team members of the Spade team have already passed."

They seemed to be playing charades, but in fact, what they were talking about was collecting the corpses for Zheng Beishan and others.

Xia Hong wiped her face, squeezed the warm little steel ball in her hand, and finally said, "Captain He, I...I want to go and have a look."

He Lang stood up and put away the dagger: "Let's go, let's go and have a look."

Qi Ye remembered what he hadn't said before: "He Dui, why did you say that the wound was blown from the inside out?"

"It looks like it looks like, we have to wait for the doctor to confirm the specifics." He Lang took out his mobile phone and replied while taking pictures, "But theoretically there should be a signal transmitter on the 'Tyrant', otherwise the drone can't track it automatically. I just looked through it, but I couldn't find this thing. Guess, maybe when the 'tyrant' was attacked by death, the signal transmitter revealed itself."

"You mean, this wound may be caused by the self-exposure of the signal transmitter?"

"It's all just speculation, let a professional look at the wound." He Lang put away his phone and walked to his car.He felt a little heavy in his hands and feet, but it was still within acceptable limits.

"Let's go, let's see our comrade-in-arms for the last time."